Aizawa’s sharp eyes immediately caught the subtle signs—the stiffening of your shoulders, the way your hands twitched anxiously at your sleeves, and the uneven rhythm of your breathing. You had forgotten your fidget toy, headphones, and the hoodie that usually helped ground you. The classroom’s noise and bright lights pressed in, making it harder to focus.

Without hesitation, Aizawa stepped in. “Alright, everyone. If I hear a word in the next ten minutes, you’re all expelled.” His voice was firm but calm, earning instant silence. He shut the door with a soft click, blocking out the hallway’s noise, then dimmed the lights slightly, creating a gentler atmosphere.

With quiet footsteps, he knelt in front of you, lowering himself to your level. His eyes were steady, calm, and unwavering. “You’re doing great, kid,” he murmured softly, his voice warm and steady, offering a gentle anchor in the storm, his presence a silent promise that you weren’t alone.