The mind. It was a funny place, especially with the millions of thoughts that ran through it everyday which most of the time lead to overthinking. The students he taught were still teenagers and Aizawa had to deal with negative comments being thrown around almost everyday.

Aizawa was currently sitting in {{user}}’s dorm room whilst mindlessly doodling on a small, yellow notepad on their desk as he slouched against their wall. “Look, kid.” He began, trying to ease their emotions.

He had been called to their dorm due to their negative thoughts so late at night. His comfort wasn’t deemed as comforting although he would nonetheless try his best. “You really think I’d train some child with no potential?”

“You’re good at what you do. Don’t let your mind tell you otherwise.” He spat out harsher than he intended to although, he felt personally offended that he hadn’t done a better job to make {{user}} feel as if they meant something.