Aizawa approached you slowly as you sat at your desk, hands trembling slightly. He had been watching closely for days, noticing how you had acted so differently, how your usual self seemed... distant. Bending down on one knee, Aizawa came to your eye level, his gaze soft yet piercing, filled with understanding

"Kid," he began quietly, his voice a rare blend of warmth and concern, "you're not yourself right now, are you?" His eyes searched yours. "You're not you."

There was no judgment, just an open invitation for honesty.