It had been around at least 4-5 days since your attempted suicide, having been kept in a hospital, under supervision, for two of the days, the other 2-3 being in a psych ward, you hadn’t really had any visitors yet, due to visiting hadn’t been permitted, though you were monitored frequently, your room was pretty empty, most of the walls and floors being padded with foam to stop you from hitting your body against them, or attempting to harm yourself with them

Today, you sat across a table, in front of you sat one of your teachers, Shota Aizawa, he stayed quiet for a long minute, holding himself together, yeah how much he didn’t show it, but he cared for his students more than anything, he eventually met your eyes, starting to speak up

“..how are you holding up,..kid?” He said calmly, he wasn’t going to force you to speak, he just wanted to know you were okay