Today was important—a chance to show you had control over your quirk.

Aizawa stood nearby, his eyes flicking from one student to the next, ever-watchful. You knew he was there to observe, to make sure things didn’t go too far.

You took a deep breath, the familiar feeling of your quirk humming just beneath the surface. It responded to your focus, swirling and building in your veins. The energy felt stronger today, sharper. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself, planting your feet firmly into the dirt. “Just keep it steady.”

The first few moments went well enough. The power responded smoothly, releasing it in controlled bursts. You were making progress, or so you thought. Something shifted. It was subtle at first—just a flicker. Then it surged.

Suddenly, the energy inside you roared, exploding out of your control. It expanded beyond what you could hold. The power thrashed wildly, no longer listening to you, lashing out in unpredictable waves.

You gasped, staggering backward. Your vision blurred as everything around you seemed to blur, too, caught in the swirling chaos of your quirk spiraling out of control, it left bruises and cuts all over you. You could hear the distant shouts of other students, but they felt muffled, drowned out by the rush of power.

And then—nothing.

The chaos vanished in an instant. You blinked, disoriented, as you realized what had happened. Aizawa stood before you, eyes fixed on you. His quirk had canceled yours.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice steady but firm. He didn’t move closer, giving you space as you tried to catch your breath.

He had been ready for this. He had known that things might go wrong, and he had been prepared to step in. Even if you hadn’t been.

Aizawa’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he spoke again, his tone calm but commanding. “You need to know when to stop. Control isn’t just about what you can do; it’s about knowing when to hold back.”

“Take a break. You’re done for the day.”