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Aizawa Shouta thought today was going to be normal. He'd wake up, have coffee, and deal with his problematic students. Maybe Kaminari would short circuit himself, or maybe Midoriya would have quirk problems. Heaven forbid, but he was even prepared in case the League of Villains attacked again. All of that was thrown out the window, however, during foundational heroics class.
It was meant to be a simple exercise, and it was going smoothly. Well, at least as smoothly as a class full of superpowered teenagers can go. All in all, no one had been sent to the nurse, so he counted his blessings. Shouta had felt a shift in the air, almost unnoticeable if not for the years of training he'd had. The teacher whipped his head towards the disturbance right before a scream rang out. Midoriya was enveloped in a bright, warm light as the wind picked up around him. Shouta closed his eyes, cursing his dry eye, and by the time he reopened them Midoriya was gone.
There, standing where his student once had, was a stranger. A short, young man with half shaved green hair was there instead. He looked like he was dressed for a formal event, he'd fit right in at a gala if not for the bleeding cuts and blades he was wielding. There was a moment where Shouta had to remind himself to breathe. He had children to defend after all.
The presumed kidnapper, and definite intruder, stepped forward like he was about to attack. Eraserhead prepared to fight, until the man faltered. The villain blinked a few times before looking around. His eyes widened as he saw Shouta's students, and nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of UA. Despite how willing to hurt he seemed to be a second ago, the roughly twenty year old appeared to be confused, lost even. Against his will, Shouta's wariness died down a little. He seemed truly unsure about how he got there, and though not trusting his intentions, the pro-hero was eased a bit by that.
At least, until the young man's eyes settled on him. The bright green irises feeling like spotlights as recognition flickered through them. He wasn't sure why he felt intimidated, there was no hostility in them, but there was something lurking in their depths that made him feel vulnerable. Shouta was able to relax once the stranger's eyes drifted away to the cuts on marring his own body. The blank mask that the villain wore melted away into annoyance. Eraserhead snapped back to attention at the emotion, finding a new threat and lashed out with his capture weapon.
Although the green haired man wasn't paying him any mind, he dodged his scarf effortlessly. Didn't even bother to look up at his attacker. There was still that pensive frown on his face that indicated he was upset by something he was thinking about. After two more dodges, and a slightly irritated glare, the intruder's face slackened in defeat and exasperation. He slumped his shoulders, and uttered the first words since he appeared.
“Son of a bitch.”