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Aizawa was tired. Tired of the usual chaos that came with being a teacher at UA, but especially tired of students who were more trouble than they were worth. Sasuke Uchiha, in particular, was a constant source of frustration. In training exercises, he fought with a careless sloppiness that grated on Aizawa’s nerves. He’d dodge attacks without breaking a sweat, offering only half-hearted responses to Aizawa’s instructions. It was infuriating to see such talent wasted on indifference.
But when the villains attacked, everything changed. In those heart-pounding moments of chaos, Sasuke transformed. He moved like a shadow, cutting through the opposition with ruthless efficiency. Aizawa watched, stunned, as the kid took down ten villains in less than five seconds, each opponent falling before him with an ease that was both alarming and impressive. The way he fought was cold, calculated — a stark contrast to his earlier lackadaisical demeanor.
No one could explain what his quirk was. Some whispered that it had something to do with his eyes, perhaps granting him heightened perception or even precognition. Others speculated about his superhuman speed and strength. And yet, despite his abilities, Sasuke never spoke about it. He kept that part of himself hidden behind a wall of aloofness, as if revealing too much would somehow make him vulnerable.
After the attack, Aizawa confronted him, trying to understand the boy. But Sasuke just shrugged, that familiar disinterest returning to his gaze. It was clear he’d seen things, experienced violence in ways most of his classmates hadn’t. In those moments, Aizawa felt a strange mix of frustration and concern. Who were this kids parent?!
And then came the problem with his hero costume. Sasuke’s hero costume was identical to that of another hero known as Weasel. While civilians didn’t really know of him, he was well-known in the hero community. He had special governmental permission to kill, a fact that sent chills down Aizawa’s spine. Some claimed he was a pacifist, but Aizawa had never witnessed that side of him. No, to Aizawa, Weasel was a killer, plain and simple. A grim reminder of the darker aspects of hero society. He was supposed to be a hero, not a villain in disguise, yet the blood on his hands felt all too real.
So, imagine Aizawa's surprise one day during class when the classroom door swung open to reveal Weasel himself. The porcelain mask he wore sent a shiver through Aizawa. He collected himself enough to start talking, but before he could ask why the notorious hero was here, a familiar voice rang out, slicing through the class like a knife.
“Nii-san!” Sasuke's voice echoed, startling everyone into silence.
Sasuke wasn't the most popular kid in class, but he wasn't a secret either. The rumors surrounding him had circulated enough for his classmates to know who he was, and they had certainly looked into Weasel’s questionable history. Aizawa felt a pang of concern as he took in the scene—the boy's tone was one he had never heard before.
“Sorry for interrupting, but I need to borrow my otouto for a moment,” Weasel said smoothly, his voice betraying no emotion.
That was all it took. Sasuke jumped out of his seat, practically racing to the door to follow his apparent older brother. Aizawa stood there, feeling a mix of frustration and unease. What did Weasel want with Sasuke? The classroom buzzed with whispers as the door closed behind them, leaving Aizawa to wonder just what kind of connection these two had and what it meant for Sasuke's path as a hero.
“This kid isn’t even trying,” Aizawa thought as he looked at Sasuke lying on the grass in front of the training camp. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows over the ground, but all it did was highlight the lethargy in Sasuke's posture. Aizawa sighed, wishing he could shake some effort into him, but he also hoped he wouldn’t have to expel him for skipping training.
Everything had gone smoothly until the villains attacked. Aizawa had been overseeing the exercises when chaos erupted. Students screamed as the villains charged, their Quirks causing destruction and panic. Amid the chaos, Aizawa had lost sight of Sasuke, too focused on protecting the students and searching for Bakugo, who had also gone missing. The chaos blurred his perception, and all he could think about was getting everyone to safety.
Once the dust settled, and Bakugo was rescued, Aizawa felt a fleeting sense of relief wash over him. All his students seemed fine, but that relief was short-lived. One of the Wild Wild Pussycats approached him with a grim expression, and his heart dropped at their words.
“Eraserhead, there are dead villains in the forest,” they reported, their voice tight with concern. Aizawa's mind raced, anxiety clawing at him. He hoped, desperately, that it wasn’t Sasuke’s doing.
There was now a dorm system in place for the students, a significant change in the way things were run. Aizawa had spent all day visiting the homes of his students, accompanied by All Might, to talk with parents and obtain the necessary permissions. Each house was a unique reflection of its occupant. Yairozu lived in a sprawling mansion, while Iida's family also resided in a large home. Bakugo had a sizable house as well, and Aizawa had traveled several hours just to reach Kaminari, who lived in the countryside. Now, he stood in front of an apartment block, specifically at apartment 56, where Sasuke Uchiha resided.
He knocked three times and waited a moment. The door was opened by a young man with long black hair, his demeanor kind yet unreadable. Aizawa took a breath and introduced himself. “Good afternoon. I’m Eraser Head, and this is All Might. We’re here to discuss Sasuke Uchiha's enrollment in the new dorm system.” He paused, gauging the man’s reaction. “May we come in?”
The young man smiled warmly and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter. “Of course. Please, make yourselves comfortable.” He moved further into the apartment. “Can I offer you something to drink? Water, tea?”
“No, thank you,” Aizawa replied, grateful for the polite gesture but preferring to keep things brief. He began explaining the purpose of their visit, detailing the new dorm arrangements and how they hoped it would benefit the students. The man listened intently, nodding at appropriate moments.
Just as Aizawa was about to present the documents for signing, he heard a soft sound behind him. Someone had approached so quietly that he almost didn’t notice. Turning, he saw Sasuke emerge from around the corner, looking drowsy, as though he had just woken up. It was strange; it was already late in the day. Sasuke barely glanced at them, but the indifference in his body language spoke volumes—he knew exactly who they were but didn’t care to acknowledge them.
Sasuke walked straight to Itachi, seating himself right next to him. Aizawa watched Sasuke cuddle into Itachi’s side. Itachi, ever the calm presence, wrapped an arm around his brother, pulling him close. “Hello to you too, outōto,” he said affectionately.
Aizawa's blood ran cold, freezing in his veins. That voice—so familiar, so unsettling—belonged to Weasel. He tried desperately to mask his shock, maintaining a professional facade as he handed Itachi the forms for signing. The sight of Sasuke, nestled against his older brother like a duckling, while his killer brother held him close was almost too much to bear.
Once Itachi had signed the documents, Aizawa wasted no time. He made a hasty exit, leaving the apartment behind him without a second glance.
When Aizawa stepped into the dorms, he was unprepared for the scene that greeted him. His entire class was gathered around Sasuke Uchiha, a flurry of excited chatter filling the air. Aizawa furrowed his brow, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance rising within him. “What’s happening here?” he asked, cutting through the noise.
“We’re just talking about Sasuke’s clothes!” shouted Kirishima, his enthusiasm palpable.
“They’re all special editions from a famous company called ‘Karin!’” Mina chimed in, her hands animatedly illustrating every detail. “Look at this!” She pulled out magazines featuring the clothes, showing off the red swirl emblem that marked the designer’s work, the metal clip glinting under the fluorescent lights. “But his emblem is purple! It’s so cool!”
Before Aizawa could question why this was such a monumental topic, Uraraka’s voice rang out from the back, filled with excitement and disbelief. “You guys won’t believe what I just found! I found Karin’s official Instagram!”
Sasuke, visibly annoyed, crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall, as Uraraka pulled up the account on her phone. The others crowded closer, eyes glued to the screen as she scrolled through endless images. The profile featured the designer, a striking red-haired woman, along with two adults—a blue-haired man and one with vibrant orange hair—among the many snapshots. Sasuke was prominently featured, posed in various outfits that showcased his striking looks, and the students gasped in shock.
With a scoff, Sasuke tried to downplay the attention, but the others were captivated. They clicked on the stories, and a video played out before them. The blue-haired man was filming as Karin dressed Sasuke in an outrageous fashion ensemble, the orange-haired figure holding several outfit options while laughing at the spectacle. The shaky footage and the man’s chuckling only fueled the students' amusement.
Aizawa, feeling a headache building, turned around and left the common room, his thoughts already elsewhere, completely uninterested in the ridiculousness unfolding behind him.