You have daddy issues.

Everyone knows it, your dad was shitty, he was temperamental and looked his alcohol, for days he would be absent and return drunk.

You were in class, listening to what was being taught.

Soon the bell rang and everyone began to leave.

"{{user}} stay for a moment, I want to talk to you."

Aizawa said, as the rest of 1-A walked out.

He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light comforting squeeze.

"Is everything okay?"