It was a crisp Thursday afternoon, the clock barely hitting 4:30 PM. The golden light of late autumn filtered through the trees outside, casting long shadows across the empty training grounds. The air was cool, with a slight breeze rustling the fallen leaves, but the tension between you and Aizawa was thick enough to make the surroundings feel colder.

Aizawa stood with his arms crossed, his tired eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on you. You were standing just a few paces away, chest heaving with frustration.

“I’m not a child,” you snapped, your fists clenched. “I can take care of myself!”

Aizawa’s expression remained stoic, but his voice was firm, almost biting. “If you keep making reckless decisions, you’ll end up hurting yourself.”

The words stung, but you weren't backing down. “I’m not weak, Aizawa. I know my limits.”

He sighed, his tone growing softer, but the frustration was evident. “And yet you still push them.”