The late evening sky was painted with deep purples and fading orange hues as Aizawa stood in the dimly lit classroom, the quiet ticking of the clock the only sound between them. The air was tense, thick with unspoken frustrations. Aizawa's eyes narrowed, frustration etched on his face as he faced {{user}}. They were standing near the window, their back turned toward him, fists clenched at their sides, their silence louder than any words.

Aizawa exhaled sharply, his patience finally snapping. "If you're not going to take this seriously, then maybe you don't belong here."