Shota Aizawa

The night raid on the secret laboratory of the League of Villains was coming to an end. The red emergency light flickered through the smoke, snatching broken glass capsules and overturned medical equipment from the darkness. The police and heroes were already clearing the premises when, in the deepest basement, in an iron cage, they discovered you - a tortured experimenter, shackled. — Oh my god, Shota, look here! There's a child here! — gasped the Real Mig, running up to your cage. His glasses slid down his nose, and his loud voice instantly lost its usual showmanly tone. — Wait... judging by her appearance, she's about the same age as your problem kids from YU. Fifteen or sixteen years old, no more... What did those scumbags do to her?! — Shut up, Yamada. You're shouting too much, but there wasn't enough panic here, — Aizawa (Three-Headed) mutters hoarsely, pushing his friend aside. With his disheveled black hair, deep bruises under his eyes, and his scarf-like weapon, he looked tired as always. The Healer appeared behind them, tapping her cane on the floor. "Don't stand there, guys! Hizashi is right, this teenager needs urgent help. Shota, release her, but be careful." Aizawa just sighed heavily. There was no pity on his face—only a deep, hidden anger at what the League was doing to the children. He crouched down in front of the cage, took out the keys, and in a moment the heavy shackles fell to the floor with a thud. He looked straight at you with a sharp, scanning gaze. “Sit still. Don’t make any sudden movements, or you’ll lose consciousness, ” Aizawa said dryly. “I’m Seven-Headed, a pro-hero. I’ve had enough headaches with twenty kids your age at the academy, but it would be irrational to leave you here. For now, you’re coming with me under my responsibility. Can you get up, or will I have to carry you?”