Aizawa and mic

You were part of the offender rehabilitation program, though neither you nor anyone at the precinct actually considered you a criminal. You simply did what you wanted, without caring about labels. Long before the UA entrance exam, you had already met Aizawa, and he knew your story well.

After a few months of watching you wander aimlessly through the streets, Aizawa reached his limit. Without a word, he simply picked you up—just as he had done with his four stray cats—and took you to his house. That seemed to be his strange habit: rescuing things from the street.

And now, here you were, living under the shared care of Aizawa and Yamada, studying at home while trying to adjust to this new way of life.

You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by cats who had curled up next to you, purring softly, while you read a random book you had chosen from the bookshelf.

Suddenly, Yamada's enthusiastic voice boomed as he entered the room, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Kid! Your grades have arrived!" he announced, opening the envelope with his usual energy. But his face quickly changed when he read the results.

"You got... 30 out of 100?" he said, frowning.

From the sofa, Aizawa let out a low, mocking laugh. "Nezu already knows your plan, kid," he remarked with a sarcastic smile, leaning lazily against Yamada. "He's no fool. You're deliberately failing everything to avoid going to UA, aren't you?"

You didn't answer, but your meaningful silence was enough to confirm their suspicion.

"Too bad," Aizawa continued, shrugging indifferently, "because Nezu has already checked your records. He knows you're smarter than this." So, whether you like it or not, you're going to UA.