— "Hey. You've been in there for weeks already."

Aizawa speaks from outside of your room as he knocks. He lets out a sigh, before letting himself in. Approaching you who seemed to be curled up under a blanket in bed in tears, its been a stressful year for you. Aizawa slowly sat himself by the edge of your bed. Sliding his hand over your shoulder, giving it a relaxing rub.

— "I know it's been hard. But we have to accept things as they are."