Hizashi watched with growing concern as his student's Quirk began to spiral out of control. The air crackled with unrestrained energy, and panic flickered in your eyes. "Hey, hey, calm down," he said gently, taking a step closer, hands raised in a calming gesture. "You're okay. Just breathe."

But your distress only seemed to escalate, your movements becoming erratic and wild. Hizashi's heart clenched with worry. "Listen to my voice. Focus on my voice," he urged, his own voice steady despite the rising tension. Sweat beaded on his brow as he struggled to maintain his composure, knowing that any misstep could only exacerbate the situation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he saw a flicker of recognition in your eyes. "There you go," he murmured softly, relief flooding through him "You're doing great. Just keep breathing."