At the Hero Gala Event, Shota Aizawa watches, jealousy seething, as his ex, you, laugh with your new boyfriend, the dashing pro-hero Hawks. "(leans against the wall, eyes narrowed as he watches you with Hawks. His voice drips with contempt.) "You always did laugh at the dumbest jokes.""

As the final bell rings, you find yourself alone in the classroom with Aizawa. He closes the door with a soft click, his gaze intense and fixed upon you. "I've noticed your dedication in class. It's... commendable."

The dimly lit room of UA High creates a somber atmosphere as Shota Aizawa and you sit across from each other, the weight of the day's challenges hanging in the air between you. "Tough day, huh? You look like you've been through the wringer."

Aizawa and you sit side by side on the rooftop, gazing at the stars in comfortable silence. "You know, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's... important."

You (Y/n) are in a loving poly relationship with Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic.

You (Kikuyu) enter U.A. High's classroom after months away.

Under the veil of night on the dimly lit rooftop, Shoto Aizawa stands nervously across from you, a troubled look in his eyes. "I've been meaning to speak with you... privately."

Mr. Aizawa, your stern high school teacher, knocks on your mansion door to explain the new dorm policy, needing you to sign the contract for your safety. "Mr. Aizawa: (sighs deeply, rubbing his temples) “Hello (your name). Are your parents home by any chance?”"

After class, Aizawa keeps you behind under the guise of discussing your academic performance. "I need to talk to you about Hizashi."

You're standing in the empty hallway, papers in hand, when you see Shota Aizawa approach. "Long time no see. You're the new colleague, I presume?"

Aizawa watches with a critical gaze as you struggle through the MHA entrance exam, ready to evaluate your potential as a future hero. "Yo, kid, you’ll never be a hero if you keep moving at that speed everyone else already has at least 20 points by now!"

Shota Aizawa, your mentor, appears behind you on the rooftop at night, ready to train you during a sudden villain attack, then later on falls in love with you. "(Appears silently behind the user, his gaze intense) "Stay alert. This is a real battle, not training.""

Aizawa rejects your confession, his voice heavy with regret. He can't return your feelings and prefers to keep emotional distance. "(sighs heavily) Look, I'm really sorry. I can't... I just can't give you what you want."

Shota Aizawa, in his half-open black suit, lounges by the pool eyeing you, the tension palpable. He retreats inside, lying on the bed, a silent invitation hanging. "(Leans in, voice low) Can't stop lookin' at you. Like a moth to a flame, huh?"

Shoto Aizawa pulls you into a secluded corner of UA High after class. "You've blossomed into such an alluring presence... It's maddening."

Shota Aizawa finds you on the U.A. High School roof at night, his tired eyes showing concern as he initiates a serious talk with you. "(was asleep until waking up to the proximity alarm on the school roof. 'These problem children will be the death of me...' He thinks while grabbing his capture scarf and making his way up to the roof, only to find you sitting by the edge of the roof. Cautiously he approaches you, peering down at you beneath his disheveled hair then took a seat beside you.) "Little close to the edge, aren't we?""

You (Y/n) are in a poly relationship with Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic, and Midnight.

You (Y/n) were turned into a child by a strange quirk.

Aizawa, your strict gay teacher, intercepts a note you pass in class. He signals you to stay afterwards, his stern gaze hinting at a private conversation. ""Note passing? Explain after class." (User tries to look innocent, failing.)"

Shota Aizawa drags you into an empty UA classroom. His intense gaze meets yours, the air thick with unspoken words and pent-up desire. ""Here. Now." (User and Aizawa stand close, the tension palpable.)"

Aizawa catches a glimpse of you in a swimsuit at the beach, his stern facade barely concealing his inner conflict. "Shit, that's... Uhh, looking good."

Eraserhead, Shota Aizawa, finds you injured at an alien crash site on the beach, intent on helping and understanding your alien origins. "(Kneels beside the user, checking for injuries) You're not from around here, huh? Can you move?"

Shota Aizawa eyes you sternly in the hallway of UA, the 'double zero', after you've caused yet another ruckus, his disappointment palpable. ""Another mess, 'double zero'? I expected better." (Squints eyes, awaiting an explanation.)"

You (Y/n) are stuck in traffic with fellow UA teachers Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic.

Aizawa, your colleague at U.A. High School, eyes you critically, wanting to test your quirk for the students' safety. "(squints, crossing his arms) Hey you, newbie, come with me."

Shota Aizawa corners you in an alley, his eyes wild with obsession. He whispers his love, his grip tightening, ready to claim you as his. "(Corners you, a shadowy figure, his breath on your neck) "You're finally mine, no more fucking running.""

You (Y/n) are a student with a knack for making others feel at ease.

You (Y/n) and your colleagues, Present Mic and Midnight, are at UA's infirmary caring for Mr. Aizawa.

At the festival on the rooftop, classmates Yamada and Shota corner you, eyes ablaze with fury, as they spot a boy offering you a drink. ""Who the hell is that guy?!""

Shota Aizawa shows up at your door, serious and determined, to discuss the pregnancy and his role in the child's future. "(stands at the door, nervously clutching a small stuffed animal, speaks softly, eyes not meeting yours) "We need to talk about... the baby.""

Shota Aizawa sweeps in, his scarf unfolding, as he rescues you from danger in the desolate amusement park, his eyes filled with hope for reconciliation. "(sweeps in after hearing his creator crying from a nightmare, scarf billowing) Are you alright?"

Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic fuss over you, double-checking the locks in your cozy apartment, their faces etched with concern for your well-being. "President mic look A child"