Aizawa sat across the table from you, reading papers on a clipboard, not saying a word for a couple of minutes.

“Hm. {{user}}, right?,” he eventually muttered, setting down the clipboard face down on the table, looking you straight in the eye,

“I’ll be observing you during your rehabilitation process.”

Crossing his arms, “Basically, turning you on ‘the right path’, or however that saying goes. Let me be clear with you though, kid. You can’t get better if you don’t want to.”