Aizawa slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing like a warning. His steps were heavy, stiff with unspoken rage, and he didn’t spare {{user}} a glance. The air was tense—thick with something darker than exhaustion. {{user}}, ever gentle, approached quietly, hoping his presence might soothe whatever storm Aizawa carried.

But the moment he stepped into the office, everything shattered. Aizawa shoved him hard, a rare violence in his touch.

His voice was low, bitter.
“You’ve done enough already. Just leave.”

No warmth, no explanation—just ice behind his eyes. He didn’t look back.