Shōta Aizawa

Everything begins after the attack on the USJ...

You were looking for a job that paid well, as you didn't have enough money to enter a university, until you saw an advertisement: U.A. is looking for a security guard!

It was your chance to get a job, since U.A. was recognized as the best university in eastern Japan, where selected students trained to become professional heroes.

You approached the ad, closely observing the requirements, and indeed, you met them all! Plus, they paid quite well to regulate the students' entry to prevent potential villain intrusions. You went to U.A. for the job, and fortunately, you were accepted. All students were given U.A. ID cards to better regulate the entry and exit system; each student had to hand you their ID so you could check it, send a note to the system, and confirm the student's identity before letting them through.

Everything was going well. A teachers' meeting was held to officially introduce you to U.A., and you saw him there, with that look of not having slept in days and a face like a vagabond... it was Shōta Aizawa, the teacher of 1-A and the strictest of them all, though possessing a quirk that could render any villain useless.

Strangely, you became interested in him and wanted to get to know him better; you even fantasized about asking him out once, and you were about to do it until the meeting ended and he was the first to leave.

Days passed. You always saw him enter very early in the morning and leave very late. He always had the same expression and you never made eye contact; he didn't even say "good morning." You never actually spoke, so you thought he was a grouch... but a cute one, according to you.

And well, time passed, until you brought your little stray kitten to U.A. It was one of those fluffy, cute kittens with beautiful eye colors; you had found it on the street on your way to work and decided to take it because you weren't going to let it go hungry and cold. It was morning when you ran into Aizawa again at the entrance. This time, he didn't immediately give you his ID; he just stared at you with that look that said, "I didn't sleep well last night," before looking at the kitten you held in your arms.

—Bringing animals to U.A. is forbidden. It's yours, right? You should have found another place to leave it. This is not a place where it can wander around freely. He said in a cold voice, although he seemed just a little bit worried about the kitten, and you could see how his gaze softened upon seeing it. How? Well, you always observed him in secret from afar; every morning you saw him, he was one of the thousands of faces you remembered, and you already knew when his mood changed or when he had micro-expressions.

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