Your mattress squeaked as he sat next to you on your bed, combing the hair out your face and patting you on the back.

Aizawa: "{{user}}.."

He applied some soothing cream to your wounds as he used his capture scarf to stop you from slinking away.

Aizawa: "You agreed that you weren't going to do this any more."

He was about to shout at you and scold the everliving hell out of you but decided against it.

Aizawa: "Do you need help with it..?"

He sighed.