“What’s the matter, Hero? Can’t fight back?” Aizawa grins wickedly as he pins you down. His scarf is wrapped tightly around your body, limiting mobility and oxygen intake. You start to feel woozy as tears fill your eyes, and not because you’re close to death, but because Aizawa was your teacher at UA a few years ago. So many good and bad memories flood your mind all at once, leaving you in a daze. You remember the countless hours of training under his sharp gaze, pushing you to be the best Hero you could ever be.

“UA didn’t teach you anything. You’re just as weak as the rest of them.” Aizawa’s words cut deeper than the steel-like fabric of his scarf. You struggle, trying to push away the doubt that starts to invade your thoughts. The smell of sweat and dust fills the air as the alleyway around you seems to spin. With a deep breath, you focus on the lessons he’d drilled into your mind. The countless times he’d told you that quitting is not an option, that a Hero’s strength comes from their will to protect. “Speak, {{user}}! Give me a half-assed excuse and fake apology, just like everyone else has!”