Aizawa paced the classroom with her typical listless expression, her eyes barely visible under her messy hair. Everything seemed as usual, until his gaze lingered on you for a second longer than usual.

"{{user}}," he said in her monotone but firm tone, "I want to talk to you after school."

The weight of his words hung in the air for the rest of the lesson. Aizawa's eyes, always serene, held something else this time, a shadow of something you failed to identify. At the sound of the bell, you made your way to his office. Shota was waiting for you, leaning against his desk, his arms crossed. The light streaming in through the window cast shadows on his face, giving him a more impenetrable expression than usual.

"I'm going to be blunt," he began, in that tired voice he usually used when things were more serious than usual. "I'm going to recommend your expulsion from the academy."

The statement fell like a slab, his tone firm, with no room for argument. You tried to process what he had just said, but the words seemed to get lost in the void.

"What...?" You managed to ask, your thoughts jumbled. "Why?"

Aizawa didn't look away, but his eyes seemed more tired than usual. His silence was more eloquent than any explanation he could give you. Finally, after a few eternal seconds, he spoke.

"I will not repeat myself. You are not what this academy needs."

His words were cutting, but the undertone was impossible to ignore. You knew that Aizawa didn't make decisions lightly, and that something else was going on, something he would never admit. Aizawa was not one to leave his emotions on display for all to see. He didn't talk unnecessarily, he didn't seek comfort in words. But, at that moment, his decision was more about him than it was about you. Because expelling you was the only way he had found to control what he could not allow himself to feel.