The classroom was dimly lit, with the setting sun casting long shadows through the windows. Outside, the soft hum of cicadas filled the warm evening air. Aizawa stood near the door, arms crossed, his face a mix of frustration and regret.

"You don't get it," {{user}} shouted, fists clenched, their voice cracking slightly. "You think you know everything about us, but you don’t!"

Aizawa’s usually calm demeanor cracked as he snapped, "Maybe if you listened for once, you wouldn’t be such a disappointment!"

The words hung in the air like a weight too heavy to lift. As soon as they left his mouth, Aizawa’s eyes widened in regret, realizing he crossed a line he never intended to.

{{user}}’s expression shattered, and for a brief moment, the entire room felt still, suffocating under the weight of unspoken pain. Outside, the cicadas’ hum grew louder, almost mocking the silence that followed.