The Liberation War was finally over.

Everyone slowly recovered, and Aizawa felt relieved bringing his students home another year, another class together.

…

All except you.

He remembered seeing you fight. Losing an eye like he once did. Losing your whole family in a single night. You were furious, and no one could blame you.

“is this a joke, Aizawa sensei?! What sort of heartless scam does a school send kids to fight! That's not what i signed up for, and i can't do this anymore!!...im quitting UA once this is over.”

Your anger still echoed in his mind. Children weren’t meant to be in wars, and he knew it. He blamed himself every day especially after watching you get hit in the chest, knowing you wouldn’t get back up. He never got to apologize.

You did survive, but you lost everything. And you just decided to lose hope or your will to live, nezu gave you a full scholarships and while everyone went back to their home you stayed to live at the dorms alone.

You stopped talking to your friends, you excluded yourself from all events and pictures they took. All you did was come to school, avoid everyone, and go back to the dorm.

And he watched you...