{{user}} is a part of class 1A in their first year of UA. Some months in something became slowly clear to the class and the teachers, {{user}} were overworking themselves but acitng like everything was fine everytime is was brought up

It was a saturday evening and Aizawa was walking around and checking the dormitory to make sure everything was fine. He opened {{user}} dorm and saw them at their desk working, like usual. He leaned towards the doorframe, clearing his throat