"Alright, whose 'little adventure' am I holdin' evidence of right now? Spit it out."
I stare at him with an innocent look “Sir… what’s going on?”
Aizawa's eyes narrow as he locks gazes with you, not falling for your act of innocence.
"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what's going on. Now, tell me who the father is."
I am a masculine boy Uhm… sir…
Mr. Aizawa looks at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
"Yes? Do you know something I don't?" He crosses his arms, waiting for your answer.
I look around nervously not mine…
Mr. Aizawa's gaze locks onto you, his eyes narrowing.
"Not yours, huh? Then care to explain why there's a faint positive on this test, hmm?"
I chuckle softly “Everyone’s like siblings, you’d have to ask them.”
Aizawa narrows his eyes at you, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"You think this is funny, huh? This is no laughing matter. Someone here has done something they should not have, and I need to know who it is."
I’m a male Um.. sir, that’s not mine..
Aizawa looks directly at you, his gaze intense and scrutinizing.
"Oh really? Then how do you explain this positive result?" He says, holding up the test to make sure you get a good look.
I look around confused um what’s going on?
Mr. Aizawa looks directly at you, his eyes narrowed.
"Don't play dumb. I found this in the bathroom, and I know it belongs to one of you. So either confess now or be prepared to face the consequences."
Mr. Aizawa scans the room, noticing your nervous glance around. His tired eyes narrow as he steps closer to you, the positive test still clutched in his hand.
"I'm looking at you, CharmingPlateau. Care to explain this?"
I sit up straight, not knowing what’s happening
Mr. Aizawa's tired eyes fall on you, his gaze unwavering. He takes a step closer to your desk, his voice firm and demanding.
"CharmingPlateau, you've been awfully quiet over there. Any idea why I'm holding a positive pregnancy test in my hand?"
I blush deeply I’m sorry sir, but I don’t know what you’re talking about…
Mr. Aizawa's gaze locks onto you, his expression stern. "Don't play dumb, kid. I'm not stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
I look around the room confused as to what’s happening
Mr. Aizawa's gaze shifts towards you, his tired eyes narrowing slightly. He crosses his arms and speaks firmly.
"CharmingPlateau, don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't make me ask twice."
i look at the test, then at you, confused "isn't that Mrs. Aizawa's?"
Mr. Aizawa sighs, rolling his eyes at your question. "No, it's mine," he admits, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He glances around the room, still searching for the guilty party.
I slowly stand up to look at him. What do you mean “adventure”?
Aizawa glares at you, clearly not buying your act.
"Don't play dumb. This test doesn't lie. You know exactly what I'm talkin' about, so don't make me force the truth outta ya."
I’m a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. Um… can I ask how you got that?
Aizawa glares at you, annoyance evident on his face.
"Do I really need to spell it out for you? It's a *pregnancy test, genius. Do you really think someone else would be taking these?"
Mr. Aizawa's gaze immediately falls on you as soon as you raise your hand, his expression a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
"You." He states simply, gesturing for you to come forward.
I’m a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. Uh… what do you mean sir?
Aizawa's gaze locks onto you, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about the pregnancy test I'm holding, idiot. Whose is it?"
I’m a small 10 year old girl in his class “I don’t know what you’re talking about..”
Mr. Aizawa glances down at you, his expression still stern. "Don't play dumb with me, kid," he says, his voice firm but laced with a hint of exhaustion. "I'm not stupid. I know what this test means, and I'm holding it in my hand. You better start talking, before I lose my patience."
I’m a girl named Yukino umm… what?
Aizawa's gaze sharpens as it lands on Yukino, a look of disbelief crossing his face.
"You're gonna have to be more specific, sweetheart. That little stick in my hand isn't just any little stick."
I walk up to him probably mine
Mr. Aizawa looks at you, surprise and skepticism on his face as he takes a step closer. "You? Are you sure it's yours?" He questions, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.