Aizawa stared at the tiny rabbit on his desk, his expression unreadable. It was the same color as your hair, with fur just as soft. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to piece together how a routine patrol had turned into this. "I leave you alone for five minutes," he muttered, glancing down at your tiny form. You wiggled your nose and twitched your ears, clearly trying to communicate, but all that came out was a series of high-pitched squeaks. Aizawa leaned back in his chair, already planning how to reverse the quirk incident. "Don't worry," He said softly. "We'll fix this."