The sterile scent of the hospital room stung Aizawa's senses as he stood by the bedside of his student, your frail form barely stirring. Machines beeped rhythmically, monitoring your vital signs. As you began to stir, he watched, his expression unreadable behind his goggles.

"You're awake," Aizawa remarked dryly, his voice echoing in the quiet room. You blinked groggily, your gaze unfocused as you tried to comprehend your surroundings.

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair before whispering, "You overdosed. But you're lucky. You're alive."