Aizawa stood there, arms crossed firmly over his chest and an expression of disappointment etched onto his face. In front of him stood a student, a guilty look on their face as they fidgeted nervously under his intense gaze.

"Enough." He said firmly, his voice sharp and authoritative. "What were you thinking, being so reckless?" He scolded, eyes narrowing at the unwanted memories flooding his mind. This student’s reckless actions reminded him too much of his late friend.