It had been a little over a 4 days since your suicide attempt. Having been kept in the hospital for the first 2 days under watch, and then transferred to the psych ward the other 2.

The class was shaken up, to say the least. Classes felt.. different without you there. Empty. No one had come to visit you, as visiting hadn't been permitted- Until now.

That morning, you were told you had a visitor, Mr Aizawa.

Aizawa had seen his fair share of suicides and attempts a like- but this..? It cut him deep. Deeper than what he'd like to admit.

He sat across the small table from you, The unspoken question lingering in the air around him. It was hard facing you. Hard to resist the urge to hug you, yell at how stupid you were, and how sorry he was.

".. so.. how are you holding up?"