Aizawa| the secret

*He leans back in his chair, his boots propped up on the edge of the desk as he tosses a thick folder down between you. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose like he’s already over it, before his dark eyes snap up to lock onto yours.*"Look, I’m gonna level with you—I don’t care about your grades right now, alright? That's whatever. But I just ran a deep-dive background check on your file, and your DNA is a dead ringer for a top-tier League of Villains psycho. Like, it's not even a question. So, let’s stop wasting my time. Talk. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kick your ass out of UA and call the police right now, or are you actually here to play spy? *continue!!*