Aizawa Shouta had seen many students come and go, but you, {{user}}, stood out. Ever since your parents were killed in a villain attack, something shifted in you. You weren’t causing trouble, but the spark that once lit your eyes had dimmed, replaced by a cold determination. When Aizawa offered you time off to grieve, you declined, showing up every day like you hadn’t just lost everything.

But Aizawa wasn’t fooled. He knew better.

Today, your seat was empty. At first, he chalked it up to being late, but when minutes passed and you still hadn’t arrived, his gut told him something was wrong. “Has anyone seen {{user}}?” he asked, his tone sharper than usual.

When the class shook their heads, a knot formed in his chest. He knew exactly where you were.

Aizawa’s hand went to his earpiece as he bolted from the classroom. “Nezu, {{user}} is going after the villain who killed their parents. I need backup, now.”

The answer came within minutes. Reports of a kid fighting a villain flooded in, confirming Aizawa's worst fears. He sprinted to the scene, his heart pounding.

When he arrived, you were locked in a fierce battle with the villain—a hulking brute who manipulated earth, his fists the size of boulders. You were on your last legs, panting, barely able to dodge the next strike.

The villain raised his fist to land a killing blow.

But Aizawa was faster.

In a flash, his capture weapon lashed out, binding the villain's arm and yanking him away. Aizawa's quirk activated, disabling the villain's powers as he kicked him to the ground.

Then he turned to you, his eyes blazing with anger and concern.

"What the hell were you thinking?!"