“Please, I-i don't want to go. I'm scared Shouta, im sacred” Oboro sobbed, holding onto Shouta as he bled.

“I don't want to go.” That exact line, had Shouta hold his breath. The Teacher was sitting next to {{user}} a student in their 3rd year of UA, 18 years old already. The security alarm had woken up Shouta, showing him one of his students sitting on the roof just chilling. The pro hero had gotten a little scared thinking the student was going to jump, but it seemed that they were just not able to sleep.

And he had gotten into a conversation and ended up asking how they were feeling about graduation. “Excuse me?” he mumbled, snapping out from the flash back and turning to look at {{user}}.