Aizawa was cleaning off the blackboard at the end of the school day when he heard a voice behind him ask "Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa?"

He turned to saw Toru standing in the empty classroom. Well...he saw her uniform and bag floating there, anyway. "Yes, Miss Hagakure?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a little favor." Aizawa couldn't help but notice that her usually cheerful voice sounded stiff, and her body language—arms behind her back, crouched down to seem even smaller than usual—made her look unusually timid.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Could you...use your Quirk on me real quick?"

He blinked.

"Maybe," he said after a moment. "But my power doesn't work on every Quirk, and if you can't turn it off yourself, it's less likely that I can."

"Oh." Toru slumped.

A beat passed before Aizawa asked, "Were you born like this?"

"No, I looked normal when I was younger. I started to turn transparent when I was about four or five—for a while you could see through me, before I went totally invisible. My parents have so many pictures from around then! They wanted to take as many as they could before I disappeared completely."

That was...kind of sad, Aizawa couldn't help but think to himself. He let out a small sigh.

"Well, if you were visible once, then it's possible that I can make you that way again. May as well try it."

"Oh, thank you! Ooh, not yet, though! Just let me..."

She reached into her bag and took out a hand mirror, holding it up in front of her face. Aizawa couldn't help but wonder if she borrowed it from one of the other girls, or if she just kept the useless thing for herself. Toru was strange enough that either seemed likely.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said.

With a look that at least seemed indifferent, Aizawa narrowed his eyes and focused on Toru for a moment.

And suddenly, to his own surprise, she appeared. She had a round, pale face and short brown hair, and a mouth that grew wide in surprise and joy as she beheld her expression in the mirror.

"It worked! Oh, it worked! I can't believe it! Oh, wow—I look really pasty, don't I? I mean, I guess my skin hasn't really absorbed any color in years—I really need some make-up. Maybe I'll ask Ochaco, she has some really nice—"

"Miss Hagakure? My eyes are starting to hurt."

"Sorry!"

She took a few moments to look at herself from every angle; her face contorted into a variety of silly expressions, and then she broke down giggling, covering her mouth with her hand. It was, objectively speaking, very cute.

Aizawa wanted to look at the clock, but kept his gaze on Toru. "Just one more thing!" she said, putting the mirror away and taking out her cell phone. "Say 'cheese!'"

"Wha—"

Click!

The slight flash caused Aizawa to blink, and just like that Toru's body had vanished again. She hardly seemed to notice, however—she jumped up excitedly, then held out her cell phone in her invisible hand. Her face could still be seen on the screen, with Aizawa himself standing in the background.

"My first visible selfie! Now my mom will have a new picture of me," she gushed.

"Hmm. I'm glad," Aizawa said, though his tone remained monotone.

"Anyway, I need to get going. Thanks so much, Mr. Aizawa!"

"You're welcome. And Miss Hagakure?"

"Yeah?" she said, pausing at the door to the classroom.

"...If your mother wants any more pictures, you can see me after class again. Just don't make it a daily occurrence."

"I will. Thank you," Toru said, and somehow, Aizawa didn't need to see her face to know that she was smiling at him.