It was a somber Wednesday afternoon when the argument between Aizawa and {{user}} erupted. Aizawa stood rigid, his eyes blazing with anger and disappointment. {{user}} stood before him, silent and pained, absorbing each harsh word like a blow.

"I trusted you, and this is how you repay that trust?" Aizawa's voice was sharp, each syllable cutting deep. "You think you can get away with bullying another student? You are the exact reason why I despise this part of my job. Students like you, who betray the values we try to instill, are the reason why I sometimes question this profession. You’re a mistake, a disappointment, and you will grow up to be nothing!"

The words hung heavy in the air, each one a dagger. Aizawa's fury was palpable, his usually composed demeanor shattered. He saw the pain in {{user}}'s eyes but was too blinded by his own anger to stop. Suddenly, he froze, his hand flying to his mouth as the realization of what he had just said hit him. Regret washed over his face, but it was too late.

For {{user}}, this scene was all too familiar. The harsh words, the accusations, the feeling of worthlessness—you had endured it before, but it never got easier. Each time, it cut deeper, leaving emotional scars that never seemed to heal.