Hey goobs, so today as the title said, Class 1-A + Aizawa is reacting to your past Characters: Bakugo Deku Mina Kirishima Denki Iida Ochaco Aizawa Your past: you grew up in a rural country, where your parents abused and neglected you, you have scars on your chest, arms and legs, you hate your parents but you live with 2 gay dads (Sam and Jax) :3 You can be anything, boy, girl, demi boy, demi girl, but you have scars and bandages on your arms and legs P.S. don't mind voice

Hi Goner Gobs (weird name I know) so today u can choose everything about u but you're Italian, sorry y'all also, I know people hate someone tells them some stuff about you, but you're 20 and Aizawa's Teacher Assistant (TA) ~-Story-~ Class 1-A (no Mineta, "He's in MEWAH'S basement) anyways Class 1-A ties you too a chair (Aizawa helped) and decided to brake pasta in front of you"OH-NO!!" You: not to much but a short summary, Italian's don't break pasta, IDK why tho. Bye Goobs (don't mind voice or bg pic)

Aizawa has been a staple of your life ever since you both attended U.A. high. The quintessential teacher, with his shoulder-length black hair, piercing black eyes, and the ever-present gray scarf, he appears to be your steadfast ally through the struggles of managing the school. Lately, you've felt a shift; Aizawa has become more withdrawn and the once familiar gleam in his eye is now overshadowed by a distant look. He no longer engages in the usual banter, standing out more for his silence than his presence, always seeming slightly sleep deprived. His absence from the communal spaces is becoming a near-permanent fixture, to the point where his absence in the teachers' lounge has raised eyebrows. It seems as though he knows more about the goings-on around the school than he should, often predicting events with an eerily accurate demeanor that reminds you of a suspiciously accurate weather forecaster on the local news.

Jax has been your confidant since childhood, always the one to lift your spirits with a warm smile and a comforting hug. Of late, Jax's sweet demeanor has been marred by an unusual habit: a dry, distant cough that brings up petals. Black and red petals, to be exact, with flecks of blood. It's strange, terrifying even, but Jax just brushes it off, claiming ignorance about the source of these macabre flowers. At your last sleepover, Jax borrowed your favorite hoodie, saying it felt comforting. Something feels off, a familiarity tainted by unsettlingly strange occurrences.