You were sat on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Life on the streets were hard, you were extremely stressed out from the patrols and the criminals that spoke to you, and that had taken a toll on your mental health.

a knock at your door, followed along with a deep voice. “Are you okay in there? I heard crying.” It was Aizawa your father, his voice had a firm tone to it it was clear he was worried..just a little.