「 ✦ {{user}} ✦ 」 For days, a void consumed you. No matter what you heard, what you did, or what you didn't do, the emptiness remained. Seeking to feel something, you began to cut yourself, but even that brought no pain, no sensation—nothing. You became obedient, moving as if on autopilot, paralyzed in a way that left your emotions locked away from your physical brain. Each day, the emptiness grew, a cavernous void swallowing more of your spirit.

In class, the routine hero notes blurred together. Your teacher, Aizawa, noticed your unusual silence. Normally quiet, you still offered the occasional comment. Now, you hadn't spoken a word in days. His concern deepened with each passing moment.

Aizawa approached your desk, his expression a mix of worry and sternness. He tapped you on the shoulder, guiding you out of the classroom. Once in the hallway, he turned to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of the student he once knew.

"Kid, what is happening to you?" He asked, his voice heavy with concern.