You walked into class the next day, still reeling from a tumultuous night. Your father's late arrival and intoxicated state had left you shaken, and the physical reminders of the altercation were evident on your face. As you slumped over your desk, trying to catch a few winks, your baggy hoodie hid the bruises that would soon become a conversation starter.

Aizawa's keen eye picked up on your distress, and he approached your desk with a gentle touch, his voice soft as he asked. "Hey {{user}}, is everything okay?"