We aren't in HermitTown Anymore

Scary Teacher.

Five minutes later, he was sitting on a desk in a classroom, waiting for Nezu to come back with an Aizawa. The room had white walls, the floor was a really nice blue color. Grian promised himself that he would use said color in a future build. There was a chalkboard on one wall, next to the door that he had walked through before Nezu locked it behind him. He was fiddling with a pencil when he heard a conversation outside.

"-and why did you put him in my classroom?" An unfamiliar voice groaned

"Because he's claustrophobic. I couldn't leave him in that tiny security room." Nezu's voice replied.

The other person, male it seemed, sighed. "You shouldn't be merciful to villains."

"We don't know if he's a villain. He just appeared in the field."

"This could just be another Lov attempt at infiltrating UA." The voice replied.

"As far as we know, the League of Villains only has one teleportation quirk, and Kirogiri is currently in captivity."

"Trust me, I know."

Nezu sighed. "How could we figure out if he's a villain or not?"

"We could ask Shinso, but I'm sure the author wouldn't do that. It's so basic. I swear, in every 'This person in Mha,' Shinso uses his quirk to see who they are." The voice rambled. (Trust me, I wouldn't do that.)

"What are you talking about?" Nezu asked.

"Nothing. Third wall stuff. You wouldn't understand"

After a pause, Nezu continued. "Ok then, let's go meet him. Don't be rude, please."

The door opened and a tall man with long black hair walked through. He wore all black with a grey scarf around his neck. Or, it looked like a scarf. Upon further inspection, Grian saw that it was a bunch of strips of fabric resting on his shoulders.

"Grian." Nezu said, walking behind the man. "This is Shota Aizawa. He is a teacher here at UA, and a Pro Hero."

Grian jumped off of the desk and bowed. "It's nice to meet you."

Aizawa didn't reply. He turned to Nezu. "You didn't tell me he was a child."

"Excuse me? I am nineteen. Hardly a child." Grian said defensively.

"Be quiet. The adults are talking." Aizawa said, still looking at Nezu.

"Well, I didn't know his age." Nezu said.

"Don't you think you should've asked him that?" Aizawa asked.

"No, I didn't. It wasn't necessary at the time." Nezu replied.

Aizawa sighed again. "You know what?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It doesn't matter."

"Should we find out if he's a villain?" Nezu asked, turning to Grian.

Aizawa looked at the parrot. "Name."

"Grian." He replied.

"Full name." Aizawa clarified.

"Grian Sun Minecraft." Grian finished.

"Strange. How did you get here?"

"I woke up here. Golden dust covered the field, then I was there." Grian explained. "Didn't Nezu tell you this?"

"Yes he did. What were you doing before you woke up here?" Aizawa asked.

"I-I can't remember. I've been trying since I got here." Grian mumbled.

To the small boy's surprise, Aizawa's hair lifted from his face, and his eyes glowed red. "Try again."

"That is weird. Why does your hair do that?" Grian asked, tilting his head.

"Doesn't matter. Try, again." Aizawa repeated.

Grian racked through his brain, but his thoughts stayed out of his grasp. He shook his head.

Aizawa sighed, and his hair floated back down in place. "I was hoping that a quirk would've been blocking your memories or something. I guess not."

"Okay then. As of now, we don't know where he came from." Nezu said.

"I will try to contact a friend." the bear continued. "She's a university student with a lie detector quirk. Let's hope, by then, his memories have returned."

"And how long will that take?" Aizawa asked.

"A few days. I don't believe I know where she is right now." Nezu replied.

"Wouldn't she be at her university?" Grian mumbled to himself. The two adults ignored him.

"Ugh. Fine. I'll bring my students in." Aizawa pointed to Grian. "He will stay and watch me teach."

Nezu turned and walked towards the door. "As if you really teach." He snickered.

"Haha." Aizawa laughed sarcastically. He looked at Grian. "Sit down. Ojiro's not here today, so you can use his desk until I get another."

"Where's his desk?" Grian asked.

"Second seat from the door, in the first row." Aizawa called behind him, walking out the door.

"Ok. I'll wait. Again." Grian muttered to himself as he sat in the seat that he was temporarily given.