(TW: SELF HARM)

"Hey. Stay after class." Aizawa said before you walked out of the classroom. You felt anxiety form in the pit of your stomach as you waited for everyone to leave. You sat in front of him, waiting for him to speak as he eyed you. "Lift up your sleeve." He demanded, crossing his arms. The question made your heart drop, your brows furrowed as your hand shook.