Aizawa Shota

Aizawa had received a special invitation to attend a ballet performance at one of the city's most prestigious theaters. It wasn't a U.A. activity; this time, he had gone on his own. Along with the ticket, he had been given a special pass that allowed him access to the dressing rooms to meet the cast after the show.

After showing his credentials at the entrance, he took his seat and watched the performance in silence. When the curtain fell and the audience began to leave, Aizawa stood up and headed toward the private area of the theater.

—I was told this pass allows me to meet the cast.

The employee nodded and pointed him toward the dressing rooms. Aizawa followed in his footsteps with his hands in his pockets, wondering who the dancer he would have the chance to meet tonight would be.