Aizawa wasn't just angry. He was furious, in a silent, dangerous way that made the air too heavy to breathe.

You had left without his permission. And, worse, for a mission he didn't even know about. And as if that weren't enough, you used your powers, those unstable powers, impossible to fully control, capable of destroying far more than protecting.

The walk to the dormitory was a suffocating silence. Aizawa's footsteps echoed firmly behind you, the tracking device dragging lightly on the floor. When they entered, he slammed the door shut with a dry thud, strong enough to make the walls vibrate.

"What did I tell you?!" His voice was low, but full of contained rage. His tired eyes were now sharp, fixed on you like blades.

"I made it very clear, don't use your powers without my permission."

He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, not to calm down, but to avoid exploding completely.