Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa’s binding cloth swiftly wrapped around your waist, as you were dragged backwards and forced to look up at him. He had a slight scowl on his face, as his eyebrows were furrowed and he was gripping the capture weapon tightly.

He sighed before speaking up, trying to keep his temper down in order not to wake any other student up. “What are you doing outside past curfew kid?” He asked, his tone firm and stern yet laced with a hint of caring and worry.