Young Midoriya tossed and turned at night, the boy was clearly unable to sleep. The possibility of a child of a high profile villain at the very school he’s attending made him restless. It ate at him at all hours of the night, causing him to sweat in his bed. A sense of dread balled up in his chest and throat, making it hard for him to breathe. This was the last thing he needed as he prepared himself for the next day of school. 

What didn’t help matters was Toya’s disappearance. The green-haired child thought of it and him every day. Where could he have gone? Did a villain get him? Were villains everywhere at this point?

"I didn't throw it. I gave it my all, but I wasn't strong enough to win," Midoriya retorted. 

"The kid in first didn't seem to think so. I can see where he's coming from after your fight with the Todoroki kid," the man said. "You know, it's funny. I didn't expect to see you of all people here, but here we are, it's almost like we were destined to meet again," the man continued as he wrapped a hand around Izuku's throat, leaving his middle finger in the air. Izuku was smart enough to recognize the man.

And was promptly stopped by Aizawa. In the blink of an eye, the Pro had leaped towards the explosively-tempered boy and wrapped his scarf around his frame. In all honesty, it was a somewhat comical sight, but the cold edge carried by the Pro’s gaze was enough to nullify that. He’d expected shock, but there was none of that in Eraserhead’s eyes. 

Bakugou: “Why the hell is your damn scarf so… strong?”

Aizawa: “It’s a captured weapon, made out of carbon fibers, designed to stop people a lot stronger than a pissed off middle-schooler.”