Maeko stared at herself in the mirror of the small bathroom and sighed, it had been a long night. While she appreciated that Aizawa took her into his home until they could find her a more permanent housing arrangement, his snores were so loud she heard them from the couch. The temple was much quieter and she wasn't sure how well she'd adjust to the noise and the vibrations they caused in the floor. She took a deep breath and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, the front falling down to frame her heart shaped face. For what it was worth though, she felt very safe in his home and living with the teacher when she was just starting at a new school, might help her catch up to the rest of the class.

"Tamashini," Aizawa called for her from the other room. She stepped out into the hall and headed to the front room. When she arrived there she was a bit taken aback by what she saw. A large man stood in the doorway, flames rose from his boots and covered his face like a mask, "Miss Tamashini, this is..."

"Endeavor," she spoke softly. She'd heard stories of him, seen pictures, but standing there in the doorway he was more intimidating than she could ever imagine. "I've heard of him."

"Eraser, I'd like a moment alone with the young woman." He spoke with authority, as someone who was used to opening his mouth and immediately getting his way. As someone who demanded to be respected.

Maeko couldn't stand it.

Aizawa nodded once, "We cant be late for her first day, so make this quick. I'll be down the hall." He looked to Maeko as he spoke the last part, that information was intended for her.

As he made his way past her and down the hall, Maeko's heart raced. She'd wondered if she'd ever meet her father's killer and now he stood in the doorway.

"Sit," he ordered with his booming voice as he motioned to the couch.

"I'll stand," she spoke, her voice barely finding his way out of her terrified mouth.

"Hmph," was his reply as he crossed his arms. "Your father was just as stubborn...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." It was meant to be a dagger through the heart or perhaps a reminder of his strength, but it didn't effect her. Her father was gone before she was born, she knew what he was not who he was and she felt nothing for him. "I understand how teenagers can be though, I've raised a few. Perhaps your stubbornness stems from your age so I'll let it slide this time. Speaking of teenagers, that's why I'm here. My son is in your class and on his way to being the number one hero. You'll do your best to avoid interacting with him in any way, I don't need you distracting him from his goals. I've seen how your family can be."

Maeko's anger pushed down the fear she was feeling. She knew there would be those who judged her because of her family's history, but this wasn't just a judgment, he decided he knew who she was based on what he saw of her father.

"My family is responsible for where I am...they do not define who I am."

"Nevertheless, I think all of this is a very bad idea. A villain's child, especially one like that, shouldn't be allowed to just walk into UA and train with it's students. I've been the biggest protestor from the beginning and I will continue to share my concerns with the school. I'll be keeping a close eye on you and if you slip even once, I will know it. As one of the top ranked heroes, my words have a lot of pull. You'll be out by the end of the semester." He turned to leave.

Maeko swallowed her fear now, her eyes on him.

"Number two."

Endeavor stopped and turned to look back at her, "Excuse me?"

"You're the number two hero. Perhaps if you had been the number one, your protests would have been more effective."

His eyes narrowed, "End...of the semester," he growled and slammed the door behind him as he left.