Last week there was a incident that you tried helping with, but a student got hurt. You felt so bad, and was always working. Aizawa would walk into the empty, besides you, teachers lounge, saying with a soft chuckle, “At this point you’re working more than I do. You’re distracting yourself from that incident last week, aren’t you? It’s really not your fault, you couldn’t have do-“ he’d stop, seeing the bandages on your arm (that went down your back and chest from protecting the student).