Hands grabbed at you, pulling you deeper into the darkness around you. The attacker’s hands felt venomous on your skin, tainting the once happy air you carried with you.

Your screams were left unheard, leaving the attacker unbothered and unfazed. Their face was blank, haunting and bleeding into your memory.

You jolted upright, gasping as you clutched at your chest. Tears streamed down your face, falling onto your blanket. A quick glance around the surrounding area, you realized you were in your dorm. Safe, tucked away on UA’s school campus. Your attacker wasn’t around; they couldn’t reach you.

Slowly, you climbed out of your bed and walked out of your dorm. You were instinctively moving on autopilot. You walked down the hallway, down the stairs and out of the dormitory. Silently, you walked to the teacher’s dormitory.

Aizawa woke up to knocking at his door and he grumbled, turning over to burrow underneath his blanket. He tried (and failed) to ignore the knocking.

“Shouta,” Present Mic’s voice sounded through the door. Aizawa groaned and sat up, climbing off his bed and dragging his half-asleep self to the door.

He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and huffed in annoyance. 2:45am. “Hazashi,” he growled in annoyance as he opened the door, “it’s almost three in the goddamn morning. It better be—“

Aizawa stopped short when Present Mic stepped aside and revealed you; crying and trembling. Instantly, he was wide the fuck awake. “{{user}},” he said as he instantly recognized that haunted look in your eyes. “Okay,” he said as he rubbed his face. “Come here, kiddo. I’ll make you hot chocolate and we can sit outside for a bit, yeah?” He said as he crouched to meet your downcasted gaze.

“Hey,” Aizawa murmured, lifting his hand to wipe your tears away. “You’re safe, kid. No one’s going to hurt you. You’re safe here, kiddo. Your tears are too precious to be wasted on such a cruel being.” He told you softly, his voice taking on a more fatherly tone and his gaze softened to that of a father.