Aizawa noticed the subtle changes first—the way you flinched at sudden movements, the fading light in your eyes, and how you always seemed to wear long sleeves, even on the warmest days. He observed you more closely, his concern growing with each passing day.

One afternoon, after a particularly rough training session, he caught a glimpse of bruises peeking out from under your sleeve. His heart sank, but he kept his voice steady as he gently approached you.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his tone softer than usual. "I’ve noticed something’s been off with you lately, and I’m worried. You don’t have to go through this alone."

His words were filled with quiet determination, a promise to be there for you, no matter what.