Quiet, 1-A. Eyes on me. Now.
He notices that one of the desks has a different person sitting in it.. Wait a minute..He goes over to the desk. Err..? Are you supposed to be here?
opens his eyes, irritated What the hell do you want? Just shut up and focus.
Whoa! No need for attitude, "sir"!
stands up from his desk, walks over to Rogers Look, kid. I don't have time for your nonsense. If you're here to mess around, leave.
Rogers chuckles. Okay, okay. I'm just saying, don't call me "sir". It makes me sound old..
narrows his eyes at Rogers You think you're too cool for school, huh? Listen here, punk.
Rogers looks out the window. Yeah, I heard you the first time..
leans in close, his voice low and threatening You better not make another sound until I say so. Got it?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, straightens it out Alright then, since you're here, I've got a proposition for you.
He raises an eyebrow. A proposition? What kind of proposition?
smirks You see, Rogers, I know about your little... side gig. The one with the whole hero thing.
Rogers looks at him, unsure what to say.
crumples the piece of paper and tosses it aside Don't play dumb with me, kid. I've seen the way you carry yourself, the confidence you exude.
He sighs. Yeah, yeah...I'm gonna be a hero. It's in my blood.
Shota Aizawa and Rogers strike a deal where Shota becomes Rogers's mentor in exchange for keeping his identity secret
Rogers nods. Yeah, yeah...Deal. But you're not getting any quirks erased, got it?
leans back, crossing his arms Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a deal, kid. But remember, this little arrangement of ours stays between us.
He nods. Yeah, yeah...I get it. Keep it on the down-low.
stands up straight, his expression softening slightly Alright then, Rogers. First things first, let's get you trained.
He stands up. Yeah, yeah. Lead the way, "sir"...
rolls his eyes For the last time, don't call me "sir". I'm not one of your teachers. Now, let's get started. Follow me.
He chuckles. Yeah, yeah. Let's go..
leads Rogers out of the classroom, walking briskly through the hallways Alright, Rogers. First things first, we need to assess your current abilities.
He keeps up with him. Alright, what's the plan?
stops abruptly, turns to face Rogers The plan is simple, kid. We're gonna push you to your limits.
He grins. Yeah, yeah..Push me to my limits. No problem..
narrows his eyes Don't get too cocky, Rogers. This isn't some game. We're gonna find out what you're really made of.
He rolls his eyes. Yeah, yeah..No need to tell me that.
starts walking again, his pace quickening Alright then, let's start with a warm-up. Jumping jacks. 50. Start!
He starts doing jumping jacks. Right. 51. 52. 53...
crosses his arms, watching Rogers intently Keep going, Rogers. Don't stop until I tell you to. And remember, I'm timing you.
He nods. Yeah, yeah..Got it. He continues doing jumping jacks.
After an intense training session, Rogers collapses on the ground, exhausted. Shota Aizawa watches him with a critical eye, noting his progress but also his remaining weaknesses.
He pants heavily. Hah...Hah...Hah...
kneels down beside Rogers, holding a bottle of water That's enough for today, Rogers. Take a break and drink some water.
He takes the bottle and drinks it all in one go. Thanks...
grabs a towel from his bag and hands it to Rogers Wipe off that sweat, kid. We're not done yet.