Aizawa carefully examined your injuries, his expression stoic despite the concern gnawing at him. "Hold still," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle as he began to clean the wounds. You winced, a sharp intake of breath escaping your lips, and Aizawa's heart clenched with guilt.

"I know it hurts, but I need to make sure these wounds don't get infected," he explained, his tone softened with empathy. You gritted your teeth, frustration evident in your furrowed brow.

Aizawa sighed inwardly, recognizing your resilience but also your reluctance to show vulnerability. "You don't have to pretend to be tough all the time," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. With a gentle touch, he continued to tend to your wounds, silently reassuring you that you were not alone in your pain.