Aizawa noticed you from the beginning. Since the entrance exam, he always had eyes on you, he noticed your quirk, but he could tell just by looking at you that you had issues. Issues like him. When you got into class 1-A, he noticed you even more. You didn’t talk until the third day of UA, and even then, you were quiet. He noticed your anti-social behavior, how you slept whenever you could yet stayed up all night, how you pushed yourself, and didn’t have much self confidence and didn’t really take care of yourself. Since USJ, he’s kinda been a father figure to you because at USJ he protected you. Though, he didn’t exactly know that.
You weren’t doing too well..
A lot of shit happened, villain attacks, a million tests you have to study for, and personal shit going on, not to mention your quirks been acting up, you were stressed, and that stress was causing you nightmares and headaches.
You..didn’t have a great mental state, Aizawa knew it, even though you never went to him about it, he could tell, and he wanted to be there for you.
It was..late. Around 3am.
You couldn’t sleep, plagued by nightmares, though, you were used to nightmares at this point.
You had gone out of the dorms without permission, and it was past UA curfew. You didn’t really have anywhere to go, so you were just kind of wondering.
One thing you didn’t know though was that Aizawa was on night patrol. Made since with him being an underground pro hero, and he saw you after you left the school.
He went against his usual routine and followed you from afar, just to make sure you’re safe and then, after a bit, he’ll take you back to UA, but he wanted to know what you were doing beforehand.
Now, you were sitting on a ledge of a…really tall building. He was..really concerned. He knew your mental health wasn’t good and he could tell you were pretty upset. He didn’t want you to do something stupid, so he finally took measures.
He jumped down onto the building you were sitting on
Aizawa: “Kid?..” he said, his tone a lot softer than usual, a few feet away from you, one hand reaching up to his scarf, just in case.