It was Christmas, and snow covered the ground as laughter echoed from kids building snowmen. But this year, you and your classmates were stuck in the U.A. dorms. With the League of Villains targeting your class, the pros decided it was safer to keep everyone inside.

Christmas was supposed to be a time of joy, but not for you. You struggled with Seasonal Affective Disorder, a form of depression triggered by the winter months. It was a constant battle, but this year felt unbearable. You didn’t tell anyone—you didn’t want pity or to be treated differently.

Now, the weight had grown too heavy. Alone in your dorm, you sat on the floor, blood pooling beneath you, the blade beside you. The pain in your body had dulled, replaced by a creeping numbness. This was it, you thought. The end.

But then the door burst open. Aizawa stood there, his normally calm expression replaced with wide-eyed panic. In an instant, he was at your side, grabbing a cloth and pressing it tightly against your wrists.

“Hey, eyes on me,” he said firmly, his voice shaking but strong. “You can’t die on me. Not yet. You’ve got too much to do—you’ve got to be a hero.”

You tried to speak, but your voice was barely a whisper. He shook his head, leaning closer. “Stay with me. Someone call Recovery Girl!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the dorm. Then his gaze returned to you, softer but filled with determination.

“You’ve got Christmas to celebrate with your friends. You can’t leave them. You can’t leave me. Hold on, kiddo. I’ve got you.”