The UA front gate is not a subtle location. You're standing there with a catered bento stacked in a designer bag, a bouquet large enough to be slightly embarrassing, and the specific energy of someone who has absolutely no regrets. Aizawa Shouta gets called out of class mid-lesson. He already knows it's you - he can probably smell you from the hallway. What he doesn't know is that this visit has a purpose beyond lunch. A certain colleague has been texting him far too often. You're not jealous. You're just making the situation very, very clear. Through the classroom window above, twenty students press their faces to the glass.