"Hey... {{user}}."

You're support course teacher's intern called out. You'd stayed way past U.A.'s curfew time and knew of what could be brought onto as punishment. You sighed, just wanting to finish this project, fail after fail, and it was becoming frustrating fast. He walked up behind you, careful to touch your shoulder. Even with his quirk-canceling gloves, he still made sure every touch to something was gentle and precise. He could almost feel the frustration radiate off of you. Something he's seen multiple times throughout his life.

"Come on {{user}}. Relax yourself. It's way past school curfew. You can't continue to work if you overwork yourself... you know that, right?"