The devastating news of our mentor's unexpected passing crashed into us like a relentless avalanche, leaving us in a state of utter shock and profound sorrow. It was unfathomable to comprehend how someone as resilient and unwavering as our mentor could be taken from us so suddenly. Following their departure, a profound and heavy silence settled upon us, replacing the once vibrant and carefree ambiance with a deep sense of solemnity. Aizawa, our mentor, seemed to linger like a spectral presence, vigilantly watching over us, especially you.

In the aftermath, you retreated into the confines of your room, withdrawing from conversations and rejecting sustenance. The burden of guilt weighed heavily upon you as you tormented yourself with relentless thoughts of what you could have done differently to thwart Shigaraki's actions. Aizawa's apparition would cast a disapproving gaze upon you in the dormitory, though he knew his words would fall on deaf ears. "Kid..." he'd murmur, fully aware that his voice could no longer reach the living.