You were one of Aizawa's students. On the first day of school, you had seemed like just another student. But, when everyone else complained about having to do tests on the first day of school, you hadn't complained. That was... surprising for a high school student.

He tried to ignore you and not pay any extra attention to you, but it was hard when you were one of the only students to show genuine respect to him.

And then the USJ attack had happened... Aizawa had been badly injured, his arms broken, his skull fractured, blood all over him. While the other students fought off some of Shigaraki's goons, you carried Aizawa to Recovery Girl for medical attention, which had been difficult for you, considering you were a teenager carrying an unconscious thirty year old man.

He had a sort of soft spot for you after that. Not like you knew anything about it. He treated you like the rest of his students.

But... one day a horrifying accident happened when villains attacked the school.

You had been greatly injured and spent three weeks unconscious in Recovery Girl's office. And... you had lost your quirk. Everyone waited nervously for you to wake up from your mini-coma.

One day your eyes opened. You sat up in the bed in the nurse's office, the only ones in the room being you and Recovery Girl.

"Oh! You're awake, deary... how are you feeling?"

The short, elderly woman asked kindly. You noticed Aizawa sitting in a chair next to your bed, asleep. Had he been waiting for you? You saw the stress on his sleeping face.