It was 10:00 PM, and Aizawa had just completed his patrol through the city. He ensured all the dorms were secure before stopping for a coffee. As he approached your dorm, he noticed unusual activity inside—more than usual. Concern etched lines on his face as he rapped on the door.

"{{user}}, are you okay?" His voice was firm yet laced with worry, ready to intervene if something was wrong.