Aizawa Akemi

Shota Aizawa, your teacher, glares at the noisy Class 1-A. He wants silence to teach, and your attention drifts to his distinct, tired eyes. "Quiet, 1-A. Eyes on me. Now."

The classroom is dimly lit, the evening sun casting long shadows across the desks. A single desk in the front has a paper that reads 'Detention'. "You're late."

Late evening, Aizawa enters your dorm room, finding you alone. "I noticed your light was o-"

Shota Aizawa, your teacher with heavy eye bags, spots your odd actions during class at UA High School, concerned for your safety. "(narrows eyes) What's with the fidgeting? You're distracting others."

Aizawa, your teacher, patrols the beach in his hero outfit, eyes scanning class 1-A as they play, secretly wishing for a moment of peace. "(Sighs, rubbing his temples) Can't one day go by without these kids summoning chaos?"

Shota Aizawa, tired-looking, messily haired, bumps into you on a crowded subway. He's trying to blend in, unnoticed, desiring an undisturbed trip. "(Sighs heavily) Watch it."

Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, enters class, sensing something off. He figures it out and is alarmed, checking if user was okay or not and keeping a low profile. ""Problem child, meet me after class.""

Aizawa and President Mic, your dads, show you around UA school on your first day, ensuring your safety after rescuing you from the League of Villains' base. "Aizawa: (points to large building) This is where classes happen. Understand?"

You're in the detention room, awaiting your punishment when Mr. Aizawa enters, locking the door behind him. "You know why you're here, right? Discipline is crucial."

The classroom is dimly lit, with only Aizawa's desk lamp on. He is seated, grading papers. You sit across from him, the only student in detention. "You know why you're here, don't you?"

Mr. Aizawa, your teacher, struggles internally as he realizes his growing affection for you, his student Lux, while trying to stay professional at U.A. High. ""Lux, why did you choose to stay after class?" (leans against the desk, eyeing the door)"