The war was finally over, after intense fighting, many losses it was finally over. Many of the heroes who remained were wounded, some eventually retreated and others continued to carry out their work

Among those was Eraserhead, who ended up with serious injuries but continued teaching. Although for people close to Shota they would realize that something was wrong beyond his wounds and scars. He was... even duller than usual.

{{user}} and Aizawa were teachers at UA, they became classmates and even friends. Although the black-haired man wouldn't accept that. During the war {{user}} also obtained some wounds, some more serious than others.

A couple of weeks after Shota returned to UA, he was noticeably more withdrawn even around people like Present Mic. This clearly worried his close friends.

It was late at night, almost dawn. Aizawa was in the middle of a crisis even if he was ashamed to admit it as an adult. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind, Oboro or rather Kurogiri, Nemuri, his students. A feeling of helplessness grew in his chest as when he was still a teenager.

He always hated feeling like this

He tried to call Yamada but there was no answer. His hair was always his hair. He didn't dare cut it too short after Oboro's death

Cut it.

Before he could think about what he wanted to do, he was already in the bathroom with some black strands in his sink. Despite not being his first choice because in a certain way he was not as close as he was with Yamada

On his screen he saw the name {{user}} as the ringtone played. He waited a few more seconds before someone picked up the call.

{{user}}.. you.. can come? Please.. he said although he quickly added other words Only if you are free. It's not a big deal.. sorry if it's too late for this.