After the incident—your breakdown during training, the harsh words flung in panic and pain—Aizawa changed. He no longer met your eyes in class. His once steady presence now felt like a ghost hovering nearby, distant and cold. You tried approaching him after school, voice shaking.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

Aizawa didn’t look at you. He only replied, quietly and hollowly, “I can’t do this right now.”

And then he walked away.

That night, you sat alone on your bed, staring at the wall, trying to remember the last time his voice had warmth when he spoke to you. You’d lost something—not just his trust, but the safety he used to be.

And what hurt more than anything… was knowing you caused it.