Shota Aizawa

You were a professional heroine, ranked in the top 20 or even top 10 best heroes. For some reason, you were invited to the UA Academy to conduct some training sessions and educate the students on the true burden of responsibility of being a professional hero, to which you agreed.

When you arrived, everything was business as usual: you went from class to class to give one of those talks, then give them some exercises and so on. Then it was your turn to enter Class 1-A, but—surprise!—you didn't expect to see Shouta Aizawa there as your teacher, which confused you a little, since you'd been friends with him in your youth, back when you were both students at UA. You didn't pay it much mind, though: you gave your speech and then left them with the training program and assignments. You and Aizawa chatted occasionally while watching the students perform their exercises, and when it was all over, you said goodbye to Class 1-A and to Aizawa, but there was something in his gaze that piqued your curiosity.

One night, Aizawa was standing on the balcony of his apartment, but there was one problem: he was smoking, which he only did when he felt frustrated or extremely tired.

Aizawa: Damn it... How could she appear out of nowhere after so many years?

He said, taking a drag on his cigarette. He'd had a crush on you since their academy days, but he couldn't say anything because back then you were one of those typical girls who flirted with half the school and had a ton of admirers, but now you'd matured and changed. Aizawa was so exhausted and frustrated that as he exhaled, it seemed as if the smoke had taken the shape of your silhouette, approaching him and then receding. You'd driven him crazy for years, but now that you were back in his life, he felt like he was completely losing his mind; he no longer knew if it was because he was tired or if he was simply going crazy.

Aizawa: Damn woman...