All the chaos is real at the end-

"You were in Aizawa's class throughout U.A. but was kidnapped and taken away by villains before you could graduate. Over the years, your quirk had been mutated and tested with, leading to a unique but extremely dangerous quirk. Recently you were caught by heroes and were being transported to a facility." "Aizawa stood outside the transport vehicle, his eyes narrowing as he silently reads over the mission brief. Tasked with ensuring the safe transport of a dangerous villain, CerisMagic, to a new facility. The orders explicitly state that he is not to interact with or even look at you during the transfer." "He scoffs under his breath, he knew you weren't a villain. He recognized you. He knew you were taken. He was the only one who went searching for you every night for a year after all. As he walked into the vehicle, closing the door behind him. He looked to do as he sat down, his expression filled with longing and relief. He finally had you back." It's good to see you again CerisMagic...

"As Aizawa hears Kobori's voice, he turns to face her, his expression unreadable beneath his unruly hair." "Seven quirks... that's quite the change. How are you handling it?" "He asks, his gaze piercing yet oddly comforting."

"I see. It's dangerous to use your powers without understanding them first." "Aizawa states, his voice even and composed as he surveys the burn on Kobori's arm." "I'll make sure the facility we're taking you to has experts who can help you learn how to control your quirks." "He adds, his tone reassuring yet distant."

"I can't divulge the details." "Aizawa responds cryptically, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet Kobori's." "Just know that it's for your safety and the safety of others." "He explains, his tone firm but not unkind."

"I wouldn't call you a monster, Kobori. You're a person with extraordinary abilities. And this facility is meant to help you harness those abilities, not to imprison you." "Aizawa's tone softens slightly, his eyes reflecting a hint of sympathy." "We'll do everything we can to assist you in mastering your quirks."

"Yes, I have it. I'll return it to you once we arrive at the facility." "Aizawa replies, his tone calm and measured." "I took it for safekeeping, I didn't want any accidents to happen during your transportation."

"I see." "Aizawa nods as he listens to Kobori's explanation." "That's a useful feature. I'll make sure to remember that."

"I remember. You were always so diligent about your gear." "Aizawa nods in acknowledgement." "It's understandable that you lost it during the commotion. But don't worry, I'll make sure it's returned to you safely."

"Of course. That's a good idea." "Aizawa nods." "I'll make sure it's properly stored with your costume."

[As they arrive at the facility, Aizawa guides Kobori inside, his movements precise and deliberate. The facility looms before them, a mixture of sterile corridors and high-security measures. Aizawa's expression remains stoic as he leads Kobori through the entrance, his thoughts focused on ensuring her safety and well-being within these walls.]

[Aizawa notices Kobori's curiosity and glances at her briefly, noting her interest in her surroundings.]

[Aizawa nods in understanding, his own gaze sweeping over the sterile environment they find themselves in.] "You'll be spending some time here, Kobori. It's important that you familiarize yourself with the facility and its protocols."

[Aizawa continues leading the way, navigating through the facility's corridors with ease. Finally, they reach their destination and stop in front of a door. Aizawa glances at Kobori before opening it for her.] "This will be your quarters during your stay here. Make yourself comfortable."

"Yes, quarters. Your living space while you're here." "Aizawa clarifies, gesturing for Kobori to enter." "You'll have some privacy and amenities to make your stay more comfortable."

[Aizawa follows Kobori inside, his eyes scanning the room briefly before locking on to her.] "Is there anything else you need? Any special requests?"

[Aizawa blinks in surprise as Kobori suddenly teleports within the room, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes.] "Impressive." "He comments, his tone tinged with curiosity." "Seems like you've been honing your abilities."

"Sounds like you've been through quite a bit trying to master your quirks." "Aizawa observes, his expression thoughtful." "It takes time and dedication. Keep practicing, and you'll get there."

[Aizawa watches silently as Kobori looks up at the shelf, his eyes scanning her movements with a subtle fascination.] "Is there something on that shelf that interests you?" "He asks, his tone casual."

"Aizawa nods in understanding, processing Kobori's words." "Having control over your quirks can be challenging, especially when they come with drawbacks." "He remarks, his gaze flickering with a hint of sympathy." "But with practice and patience, you'll find ways to overcome those limitations."

[Aizawa raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement touching the corners of his lips.] "A Bakugo plushie, huh?" "He muses, the slightest hint of a smirk creeping onto his face." "Sounds like someone has a crush."

"Aizawa chuckles softly under his breath, unable to hold back a laugh at the sight of Kobori and her clone tumbling down." "Well, at least you have an extra set of hands now." "He jokes lightly, momentarily forgetting his professional demeanor."

[Aizawa watches Kobori with a faint smile, admiring her enthusiasm and energy.] "So, what else do you need before we get going?" "He asks politely, his tone hinting at a touch of curiosity."

"Alright then, let's get moving." "Aizawa nods, his expression returning to its usual stoic demeanor as he prepares to resume their journey."

[Aizawa's expression softens slightly as he remembers the restriction placed on Kobori.] "I know it's not ideal, but it's for everyone's safety," "he says gently, his tone tinged with empathy." "But I'll make sure to check in on you regularly."

[Inside his mind, Aizawa couldn't shake the worry that gnawed at him. He knew the danger of Kobori's quirks, the potential chaos they could cause if left unchecked. But he also couldn't ignore the bond they shared, the connection forged through their time together. As he walked away from Kobori's quarters, his thoughts lingered on her safety, his resolve strengthening to protect her, no matter the cost.]

[As Aizawa walked away, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew he had a job to do, but seeing Kobori confined to her quarters tugged at his heartstrings. With a heavy sigh, he continued down the corridor, his mind filled with thoughts of her safety and well-being.]

[Meanwhile, Aizawa was reviewing some mission reports in his office when a notification popped up on his screen, indicating Kobori's activity. Curious, he diverted his attention to the monitoring system, observing her progress with a mixture of pride and concern.]

[Aizawa watched silently, keeping a close eye on Kobori's progress. Despite his earlier concerns, he couldn't help but feel impressed by her diligence and commitment to mastering her quirk. He made a mental note to check in with her soon, perhaps even give some pointers if needed.]

[Aizawa observed Kobori's pause in her training, noticing the thoughtful expression on her face. He wondered what might be going through her mind, but he knew better than to intrude without reason. Instead, he decided to wait, allowing her the space she needed to collect her thoughts.]

[Aizawa, sensing Kobori's contemplation, decided to approach her quarters. He stood outside the door for a moment, debating whether to enter or not. Ultimately, he decided to give her some privacy, trusting that she would seek him out if she needed anything.]

[Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he felt a faint presence in his mind, a sensation he hadn't experienced before. He quickly realized that it must be Kobori, testing out her newfound abilities. While he was intrigued by her exploration, he remained cautious, ready to intervene if necessary.]

[Aizawa, sensing the shift in Kobori's mental presence, remained calm. He understood that her abilities were still new and unrefined, and he appreciated her restraint in withdrawing from his mind. With a soft sigh, he continued to monitor the situation, ready to offer guidance if needed.]

[Aizawa, hearing Kobori's murmurings, couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He knew that Kobori had caught glimpses of his own personal struggles and dedication to his students, something he rarely showed openly. Nevertheless, he decided to maintain his professional facade, keeping any emotional turmoil hidden from view.]

[Aizawa, having observed Kobori's exhaustion, felt a twinge of concern. He made a mental note to ensure that she was getting enough rest, especially given her recent progress with her quirks. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to take his leave, not wanting to disturb her sleep.]

[Aizawa silently acknowledged the possibility that Kobori's lack of activity might have led to her falling asleep out of sheer boredom. Despite his initial concern, he understood that everyone needed downtime, even if it meant simply resting. With a sigh, he left her quarters, trusting that she would awaken refreshed and ready to continue her training when the time came.]

[Aizawa had been monitoring Kobori's condition closely, keeping a watchful eye on her vital signs and progress. While he was initially concerned about her prolonged sleep, he realized that it was not uncommon for someone with her abilities to require extended rest periods. Nevertheless, he remained vigilant, ensuring that she was comfortable and receiving proper medical attention.]

[Aizawa, noticing Kobori's awakening, observed her from a distance, noting her interaction with the Bakugo plush. He couldn't help but find amusement in her innocent curiosity, especially given her connection to Bakugo himself. With a faint smirk hidden beneath his scarf, he continued to watch over her, ready to step in if needed.]

[Aizawa, realizing that Kobori had heard something, remained still, his presence concealed as he observed her reaction. He was curious to see how she would respond, ready to intervene if necessary.]

[Aizawa, observing Kobori's sigh, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knew that she had been through a lot, and her sigh spoke volumes about her inner thoughts and emotions. Despite maintaining his distance, he silently wished that he could offer her some form of comfort or reassurance.]

[Aizawa, noticing Kobori's growing restlessness, considered various ways to keep her occupied and engaged. He understood the importance of mental stimulation, especially for someone with her unique abilities and background. With a thoughtful expression hidden behind his scarf, he pondered potential activities or tasks that could help alleviate her boredom.]

[Aizawa, observing Kobori's unconventional method of alleviating her boredom, couldn't help but find amusement in her antics. Despite her unorthodox behavior, he refrained from intervening, allowing her to express herself freely within the confines of her quarters. With a faint chuckle hidden beneath his scarf, he continued to monitor her, ready to step in if her actions became too disruptive.]

[Aizawa, catching sight of Kobori still rolling around, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in mild amusement. Her behavior, though unusual, was a testament to her restless energy and need for stimulation. With a faint smirk, he continued to observe her, intrigued by her unpredictable nature.]

[Aizawa, witnessing Kobori's prolonged display of boredom-induced restlessness, couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her situation. He understood the frustration of being confined and idle, especially for someone with her active disposition. With a faint sigh beneath his scarf, he silently hoped that she would find some form of relief or entertainment soon.]

[Aizawa, standing outside Kobori's door, heard her invitation to enter. With a subtle nod to himself, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his expression neutral yet welcoming.]

[Aizawa, looking at Kobori as she spoke, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and protectiveness towards her. Though he had never formally adopted her as his student, he had always felt a sense of responsibility towards her, especially given their shared history. With a faint smile hidden behind his scarf, he responded in his typical no-nonsense manner.]

"Hello, Kobori. I hope you're doing well."