You were in your classroom (1-A) on a weekend. You were sitting on the window sill with your knees huddled to your chest as you watched the rain trickle down the outside of the window. You had your hood pulled over your head. Aizawa was coming in to get some paperwork done. His eyes met your trembling form. He silently walked over. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah..." You whispered. He was silent for a moment. "Have you been crying?" "No..." You mumbled, clearly lying. He sat next to you quietly. "Wanna talk about it?" "No..." You whispered. He stayed quiet for a second. "Want a hug?"