heavy thundering foot’s steps sped up to you, a worried expression on his face, scanning the area, a UA security bot had warned him of an attack on this floor. He had grabbed a first aid kit from the stairwell after seeing blood on the stairs*

he rounds the corner at the top of the floor, running into you on the floor, bleeding, not a horrible wound just a deep one which bled a lot, he crouches down, checking your pulse and then your pupils

Aizawa: “kid? Hey you okay? Who did this? What happened?”

he kneels and applies pressure to the wound, the sunlight is blaring through the window, lunchtime was about half way through, your phone and school bag were gone, unusual for a teenager.