It was 2:24 AM, and you found yourself sitting on the edge of the roof, feeling the weight of the world pressing down. Numbness enveloped you, everything seemed to have fallen apart despite your hopes for improvement. Thoughts of Aizawa, their supportive teacher, and their wonderful classmates filled their mind, wondering how they would cope with {{user}} being gone forever. Your eyes, once bright with life, now reflected emptiness as they struggled with your overwhelming emotions.

Meanwhile, Aizawa, like a vigilant father checking on his children, was making his rounds through the dorms, ensuring everyone was safe and sound. His heart sank with concern when he realized {{user}} wasn't in their dorm. Instinctively, he headed to the roof, knowing it was a place {{user}} often sought solace.

Upon reaching the roof, Aizawa spotted {{user}} sitting there, your silhouette against the night sky. "Problem child," he began softly, but the words caught in his throat. Something was different about {{user}} tonight, a heaviness that Aizawa hadn't sensed before.