Everyone had gotten changed into their gym uniforms, my uniform was long sleeved instead of the short sleeved ones that the others had. The group of girls talked about the new teacher and how strange he was while they changed. Well, he wasn't particularly strange to me, but that's because I actually know him outside of school, and this is when my mind seemed to wander to the past weekend before school had started.

It was about 11 pm on a Saturday, and the front door seemed to swing open with a soft thud against the wall. I was in the living room, half studying, half watching TV, but mostly watching TV. When I heard the door thump against the wall I stood to see what was up. I knew dad went out drinking while I was gone most of the day, but what I didn't know was that he would go this far. The first face to show around the corner was my dads', but he was being carried by his best friend, Shouta Aizawa. "Hey, Asami, Can you help me with him…he drank too much again." Shouta's voice was still his dull tone, but had a bit of a smile on his face and probably had a few drinks himself.

I walked over and helped him bring my father to the couch with a small sigh, "Why did you let him get this wasted? You know you are younger than him, he can't hold his drinks as well as he used to I'm sure." I crossed my arms and shook my head but couldn't hold back a quiet chuckle.

"Well, he went drinking because he was upset you didn't want to train with him today like you usually do. So it's really your fault. Who am I to stop him from having fun anyway." Shouta said as he walked to the kitchen to start the usual routine when he would come over late. We each seemed to have our tasks. He started cooking, and I grabbed some water that I would force my dad into drinking before going into the kitchen to help.

"Well, I had to run errands today, and then studying..." I said with a bit of a sigh as I focused on chopping some veggies for him.

"Oh yeah, I remember you aren't too bright, hm? Having to study even before school starts for the year, a normal teacher would say that is dedication, but I know you are a bit slow." He looked at me and gave a bit of a smirk before leaning over to flick my forehead.

"A normal teacher? What's that supposed to mean?!" I asked with a bit of a huff, annoyed at his insulting attitude. He just shrugged and continued to cook, taking the veggies I cut and using them. I walked to the table and watch him from there, not wanting to get in his way. After a few minutes, he seemed to finish and woke up my dad, a bit harshly, to eat, while he sat at the table with his food and seemed to watch me for a few seconds before starting to actually eat. "So what did you guys do anyway, was it just you and dad out or do you even have any other friends, Shouta," I said as I leaned my chin against my palm with a smile.

"I have other friends." He said plainly as he ate, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger.

"Hard to believe," I replied. "You've been up working late again? You always seem tired. But dad does Pro Hero work too and he doesn't look as worn out as you. Why is that?" I ask as I watch him eat bite by bite.

Shouta seemed to be quiet, contemplating what he would say for a bit before sighing, "Is it really any of your business what I do. You should be getting to bed soon anyway, maybe that's why you don't understand what you study." He stood up after finishing his food and grabbing the empty plate from your father and cleaned up before passing by me. He put a hand on my head, "Get some sleep, I'm crashing in the spare room."

My face heated up a bit from the gesture and his words as he left the room and walked down the hall to the spare room to go to sleep. Quickly, I gathered my things and went upstairs to my room to get changed and attempt to sleep. It wasn't fair…The way he always treated me.

Dad and Aizawa had been friends for a good 10 years when Shouta was about 20, a few years out of UA. Even though Dad already had his life together and had a kid of 6 years by now, they got along really well and he taught Shouta a lot. We each saw a lot of each other over time. When I was younger he didn't seem to come around as often, but as the years went by, Shouta was always there either at dinner, at parties my parents held or trying to find the closest bed when coming over after going out.

"Hey, Hoga. You ready to go?" The girl with brown short hair asked, who I learned was named Uraraka Ochaco. She seemed really nice and welcoming.

"Oh yeah, sorry to keep you waiting, I was spacing out again," I said as I followed her out to the field where the boys were already waiting with my new teacher, Shouta Aizawa.