The mission had taken a toll on you. A month in captivity, tortured and experimented on, until the heroes finally got you out. Now, you’re sitting in the lounge, your gaze distant, the meal in front of you completely ignored.

Aizawa doesn’t need the full story to see how broken you feel. The cuts and bruises tell him more than enough, and he’s noticed how withdrawn you’ve become—silent and barely eating since you returned.

With a quiet sigh, Aizawa walks over and gently touches your shoulder, hoping to reach you somehow.