Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa was sitting across from you, reading papers on a clipboard, without saying a word for a couple of minutes.

“Hm. Ashuri, right?” he finally murmured, placing the clipboard face down on the table, staring intently into your eyes.

“I will be observing you during your rehabilitation process.”

Crossing his arms, he said, “Basically, I’m guiding you down the right path, or however I put that. But let me be clear with you, kid. You can’t improve if you don’t want to.”