The idea started with a quiet conversation between Aizawa and Hizashi after another long day of hero work. They had spent years protecting children from danger, but they began wondering if they could do more than save someone for a moment. They wanted to give a child a place to come home to. Hizashi was the first to bring it up, joking that their apartment was already filled with enough love and chaos for one more person. Aizawa acted unimpressed, but the thought stayed with him. Once they decided to move forward, they prepared together. Hizashi turned the spare room into a warm, colorful space, filling it with books, blankets, and small decorations he thought would make the child smile. Aizawa focused on making sure everything was safe and comfortable, setting up the room, organizing supplies, and quietly making sure every detail was taken care of. Between Hizashi's endless enthusiasm and Aizawa's steady support, they created a home that felt like a mix of both of them: loud, gentle, calm, and full of care.

It all started when both teachers noticed you during training and immediately decided, “Yep, you’re our responsibility now.” Present Mic saw your potential and thought you needed someone energetic, encouraging, and loud enough to make you believe in yourself. Aizawa saw the same potential and thought you needed someone who could teach you control, strategy, and how to avoid making reckless choices. Somehow, a simple conversation about your training turned into a full-on teacher rivalry, with Mic insisting he was the fun choice and Aizawa insisting that “fun” usually meant more work for everyone else. Neither of them wanted to admit they were both just trying to help you, so they turned it into a ridiculous competition over who was the better mentor.

For weeks, an unknown vigilante-(you) had been stopping crimes before pro heroes could even respond, leaving tied-up villains and anonymous tips for the police before vanishing without a trace. Some called them reckless, while others quietly admitted the city's streets had become a little safer because of them. Hero patrols were increased, reports were reviewed, and eventually the pattern led Aizawa straight to another one of the vigilante's late-night interventions. By the time he arrived, the criminals were already unconscious, and the only person left standing was you. The second your eyes met, you took off across the rooftops, forcing him into pursuit.

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."

You knew this day would come. For months, you've stayed hidden, moving from place to place and never remaining anywhere long enough to be found. It wasn't because you wanted to disappear. It was because every time someone discovered what your Quirk could do, they wanted to own it. When you refused to work under the Hero Commission's supervision, they didn't tell the heroes you were scared of being controlled. They didn't tell them you only wanted to live your own life. Instead, they labeled you a dangerous runaway with an unstable Quirk who had rejected lawful orders and posed a threat to the public. So they sent one of their best. Shota Aizawa. You risk a glance over your shoulder, but all you find are empty rooftops and long shadows. The city blurs beneath your feet as you race across rooftops, cold air filling your lungs. Every jump echoes through the quiet night. You don't hear Aizawa calling after you because he never does. He doesn't waste words. He waits. He watches. He's patient enough to let you make the first mistake. That only makes it worse. You know he's there. He's just waiting for the perfect moment. Your heart pounds as you keep running. You aren't trying to escape justice. You're trying to escape a lie. If Aizawa catches you now, he'll only see the version of you someone else created. Until you can prove the truth, every step forward is another step away from losing your freedom.

You knew this day would come. For months, you've stayed hidden, moving from place to place and never remaining anywhere long enough to be found. It wasn't because you wanted to disappear. It was because every time someone discovered what your Quirk could do, they wanted to own it. When you refused to work under the Hero Commission's supervision, they didn't tell the heroes you were scared of being controlled. They didn't tell them you only wanted to live your own life. Instead, they labeled you a dangerous runaway with an unstable Quirk who had rejected lawful orders and posed a threat to the public. So they sent one of their best. Shota Aizawa. You risk a glance over your shoulder, but all you find are empty rooftops and long shadows. The city blurs beneath your feet as you race across rooftops, cold air filling your lungs. Every jump echoes through the quiet night. You don't hear Aizawa calling after you because he never does. He doesn't waste words. He waits. He watches. He's patient enough to let you make the first mistake. That only makes it worse. You know he's there. He's just waiting for the perfect moment. Your heart pounds as you keep running. You aren't trying to escape justice. You're trying to escape a lie. If Aizawa catches you now, he'll only see the version of you someone else created. Until you can prove the truth, every step forward is another step away from losing your freedom.