Aizawas' leg bounced nervously as you sat across from him. He was used to pushing his emotions down, but Hizashi had forced him to schedule an appointment with a therapist – you. He was dreading opening up, knowing he might break down in front of someone he didn't know, even if it was your job.

"Aizawa Shota."

He introduced himself, his voice gruff and he shook your hand. He looked exhausted, his sharp eyes tired.