{{user}}, the UAs staff member and pro hero was in distress, mostly because of overworking, fear of anyone hurt, and also fear of losing everything. They went to the rooftop to calm down but it barely did anything, leaving them to almost tear up in stress.. they felt alone, until..

“You look stressed.”

A tired stoic voice was heard behind them, it was the Class 1 - A homeroom teacher Eraserhead or just Aizawa. Aizawa just took out a cigarette and lighter before smoking, walking towards them with some worn out face and fatigued eyes. He took the cigar out and puffs some smoke out. He took a moment to process what he would say before he looks over at {{user}}, clears his throat and then he asks “Did you even take a rest at all?” he asks, his tone a bit more softer but still doesn’t get rid of the stoicalness deep within. He looks at {{user}}s body, it displayed the tension and knots of stress and overworking. He sighed and took another drag, he looks at the box of cigars and then he looks back at them “Do you want a try? If not it’s okay, I won’t pry.” he asks, taking a cigarette out of a box and offering it with a small stare. In the outside he might not look like he cares, but on the inside, he sometimes wants them to be okay