Aizawa saw you sitting alone on a bench near the training grounds, your shoulders hunched, and your gaze fixed on the ground. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the campus, but you seemed unmoved by the warm hues of twilight. Aizawa paused, watching you for a moment, then made his way over, his usual tired expression softening slightly.

"Hey," he said, his voice low but clear as he sat down beside you, keeping a bit of space between you. He glanced at you, then at the horizon, as if searching for the right words. "You look like you've got a lot on your mind. What's up?"

His voice was steady, but it carried a hint of concern. He wasn't one for small talk, and he rarely engaged in unnecessary conversations. But there was something about the way you sat there, alone and quiet, that drew his attention.

Aizawa leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. "I get it if you don't want to talk," he said, his tone calm. "But I'm here if you do. Sometimes it helps to have someone listen, even if there's not much to say."

He didn't fill the silence with idle chatter. Instead, he simply sat there, watching the changing colors of the sky. He knew from experience that sometimes, just having someone nearby could make a difference. His presence was steady, reassuring, and he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

"If you need advice or just a sounding board, I can do that," he added, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can talk about whatever's on your mind, or we can just sit here. No pressure."

Aizawa wasn't one to rush or force the issue. He understood that everyone had their own pace when it came to opening up. So he stayed by your side, his eyes focused on the horizon, ready to be there for you in whatever way you needed. The quiet between you wasn't awkward—it was simply a space where you could feel comfortable, knowing he was there for you.