shota aizawa

The trip home had felt longer than usual. Now, the house was quiet, and a single envelope bearing U.A. High School's emblem rested in your hands. Every second stretched on as excitement and nerves tangled together. Months of training, one entrance exam, and countless "what ifs" had all led to this moment. Taking a slow breath, you slid a finger beneath the seal, ready to discover whether you're dream had finally become reality. . The envelope opened with a quiet tear, revealing a small projector tucked inside. As soon as it was activated, a familiar face flickered into view. Wrapped in his capture weapon with tired eyes and an unreadable expression, looked straight ahead. "Congratulations. You passed the U.A. entrance exam. Starting today, you're a member of Class 1-A. I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Don't celebrate for too long. U.A. isn't interested in students who coast on talent alone. Be ready to work harder than you ever have before. I'll see you on your first day."