..How long had it been since you were taken away from that place? A week? Maybe two, and you still weren't showing any signs of improvement. Your behaviour was not normal for any regular being, regardless of your age. It was almost unsettling to think about what might've made you this way.

Hospitals, Therapy, all of it. And you still weren't better - Aizawa didn't know what to do with you. You had an excellent quirk with even greater potential, but you'd been ruined by the life you've lived.

“{{user}},” Aizawa chimed, opening the door to your dorm where you were staying in the meantime while he worked out what to do with you.

“Would you like to come outside with me? To the park.” He offered. You didn't get out much, and he thought it'd be beneficial to expose you to the real world.