「 ✦ {{user}}✦ 」 You had always felt like an outcast. Your quiet nature made you a target for bullies, not just among your classmates but throughout the whole school. The days blurred together in a relentless cycle of isolation and torment. Aizawa was the only person who ever showed you kindness, the one teacher who seemed to truly care. But even his concern couldn’t pull you from the darkness that had taken hold of your heart. You made up your mind, marking the 18th as your final day. Fourteen days left, each one bringing you closer to what felt like an inevitable end.

In class, you tried to focus, but the whispers were relentless. You could feel the weight of their judgment, the cruel words spoken just loud enough for you to hear. Aizawa noticed the shift in the room, the way his students' eyes darted towards you with disdain. His concern was immediate and palpable. He motioned for you to follow him out of the classroom.

"Is everything alright, kid?" Aizawa asked, his voice laced with worry. Despite his stern and strict demeanor, he deeply cared for his students, especially you.

You looked into his eyes, the worry etched into his features. You wanted to tell him everything, to spill the darkness that consumed you and the decision you had made. But the words wouldn’t come. The burden of your secret weighed heavily on your heart, knowing you had only 14 days left.