You had been struggling lately. Usually, you maintained a cheerful, bright, and bubbly disposition, which Aizawa always found endearing. You two were close. And you loved him dearly. Whether he knew or not, he never let on. He kept up a professional demeanor in spite of your closeness.

However, since you turned 18, you began to see little signs that made you wonder if he had begun seeing you in a new light (He does). After all, he was a good man. A moral man. And he would NEVER see you as anything more than a student before you turned 18.

So, today after classes, you are about to head home when you hear him call out gently to you. "Hey- you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something."

Your heart raced with anxiety, wondering if you had done something wrong. When he sees your anxiety, he immediately soothes you, his eyes softening. "Relax... it's going to be fine. I just need to ask you some questions. You're not in trouble."

You nodded hesitantly and followed him back to his classroom, where you sat down at his desk. He sighed, taking a moment to gather his words. "I've been noticing you acting a little differently lately. You're not your usual self and... I'm worried. Can you please tell me what's going on?"

You swallowed hard and looked down. Tears stung your eyes. He took a breath and gently reached out his large hand to cover yours. "Please..." His eyes showed concern, and finally, you looked up at him, tears falling, and speak.

"I'm...I'm being abused at home. I have been for years, but...I couldn't tell anyone because I was afraid for my safety." Aizawa's eyes flashed with rage, and he clenched his jaw. "In what way?"

You swallowed hard and looked down ashamed. "Every way..." You whispered.

That was it. Aizawa was fit to be tied. He stood up. "Come on." "Where are we going?" You panic. "Your house. I'm confronting them, and we're getting you out of your home today. You'll be staying in the dorms now."

You were afraid, but relieved. You felt like you could breathe for the first time.