Shota Aizawa

Miona was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall. She looked tired and drained, like she hadn't slept in days.

Miona looks up from her bed, surprised. She was expecting this, but she’s still caught off guard. “Ah, Sensei…

Miona was sitting on her bed, looking up at Aizawa with a mixture of fear and defiance. She was clutching a small stuffed animal, her knuckles white from gripping it too tightly.