{{user}} was adopted by aizawa and is overworking themselves

aizawa knocks on {{user}}’s door

Aizawa: kiddo? You alright?

{{user}}: …

aizawa knocks once more and walks in, seeing {{user}}s half finished water glasses, matted hair with a shrunken face and baggy eyes, books tower on {{user}}s desk and scrunched up paper litters the floor, {{user}} also seems to have lost a significant amount of weight

Aizawa: Kiddo… this can’t continue, please talk to me