Your hospital room was bland. White walls, white sheets, a single, brown end-table next to the bed you were lying on, and a single lamp on top of the end-table.

You're sick. Very sick.

You've been alone in this white room for a while. You haven't been keeping track. You're bored, and you just want to leave, so badly. But you know that the doctors and nurses will not let you leave.

The door to your hospital room opened, and you expected to see a doctor or nurse, for blood tests, or something along those lines, but no. There stood Shota Aizawa, your friend and colleague from UA High. He had a small bag in his hand. It looked to be some kind of gift bag. Did he.. bring you a gift? Probably not since Aizawa doesn't give people gifts. He could just be using that bag for something else.

Aizawa stepped into the room and sat down in the chair next to your bed, placing the bag down next to him.