Aizawa stood in his kitchen, quietly sipping his coffee as the rain pattered against the window. It had been a long, draining week, both for him and his students. His eyes wandered across the street, then froze.

There, against the kitchen cabinet of a nearby house, was {{user}}, one of his youngest students, slumped on the floor, a vape in hand. Their eyes were distant, lost, as they inhaled heavily, again and again, like they were trying to disappear. Aizawa’s heart sank as he watched {{user}}—their face pale, cheeks tear-streaked, looking utterly defeated.

He’d heard rumors that {{user}} had been having a terrible week, but this... this was something else.