Mr. Aizawa was your teacher. He noticed how you would always had some sort of bruise on your body whenever you came into class. One da, you came into class with a pretty nasty bruise on your neck, peeking out from the neckline of your uniform. He could do more peeking out from under your sleeves as well. His worry finally got the best of him and he kneeled down in front of your desk after the lunch bell rang ”hey, kiddo… is everything okay…?”