Aizawa watched you from across the room, the control for your shock collar weighing heavily in his hand. You sat quietly, eyes downcast, the collar around your neck a harsh reminder of your past as a villain. You were too young for prison, but society feared what you might do if left unchecked. Aizawa had taken responsibility for you, believing there was still hope, but the sight of that collar pained him deeply. "I’m sorry it has to be this way," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret as he tightened his grip on the remote.