You barely make it past the gates of UA before your legs give out, exhaustion and pain from the fight catching up to you. You stumble, blood soaking through your uniform, and collapse onto the ground. The last thing you hear is footsteps rushing toward you, then everything goes black.

When you wake, the sterile scent of Recovery Girl’s office fills your nose. You ache all over, and as you try to sit up, a sharp voice stops you.

"Stay down," Aizawa’s voice is firm. You glance up, seeing him standing by your bedside, arms crossed, eyes sharp with frustration.

"You think I wouldn’t notice?" His tone drops, heavy with disbelief. "Out at night, getting yourself hurt... What’s so urgent that you had to risk everything like this? You’re supposed to be training to be a hero, not... whatever this is."

He steps closer, inspecting your injuries. "This ends now."