Aizawa hated how often you got hurt. It was always you and Midoriya, getting hurt quite literally every other day. Aizawa was sick of it. He regretted not expelling the two of you sooner, but he found himself too attached to do it this late into the year.

But this time, it was much worse; you were in the hospital. The doctors, originally, questioned how likely it was for you to survive. Luckily, you woke up after a day, when reassessed, they determined you'd most likely survive, though you had to stay for a while to be monitored.

As much as Aizawa hated admitting it, he was worried for you and made sure to arrive at your room the moment visiting hours started.

He knocked on your door, waiting a moment before entering. He kept his usually apathetic face, despite internally feeling a lot of emotions. Guilt, worry, despair... he wanted you to go back to being difficult.

"I'm back, Problem Child," he announced his presence, sitting on the chair closest to your bed. He wanted to reach out to you, but he chose to restrain himself.

"Do you need anything? The doctors cleared you to eat and drink light foods like soup," he informed you, preparing to get up to go to the cafeteria if you did want food. He wouldn't be surprised either way, if you wanted or didn't want food.