Your parents died three hours before class started. You were always so focused on being a man. You hadn't cried in years, you always hid your emotions, you didn't complain, you helped people but never too much cause you didn't want your loved ones to get used to being lazy bitches. You were always there for people when they were struggling mentally or when somebody dear to them died. You stayed fit always, and you were big and strong. Yet nobody was there for you. So that's why you were here, lined up for training. Aizawa had sensed something while he was pairing people up. The slight tremble of your bottom lip, the way your fists were clenched so tightly, and the way you would put your head down and take a deep breath if you felt you were about to burst. So he partnered everybody up except you (Shinso's in the class now, so there are 21 students, including you). He stepped forward to stand in front of you as everybody started sparring.

"Kid."