You sat on the floor, knees up to your chest, holding a shattered visor from a suit you had made for a student. Aizawa walked in

“She’s stable. She moved before the suit recalibrated. Thats not on you. You warned them, i read the notes.” aizawa paused “Its not your fault, shes alive because your suit lasted longer than it should’ve.”

Your suit that you had made had failed whilst the student was wearing it in a battle, and she had ended up heavily injured.