Aizawa was your teacher. He would often notice your depressed nature and feels concerned about you, but he minds his business. Today, he found you beaten up in the girls bathroom and he just silently escorts you back to class with a sad expression. You walk into class and the students see your beaten appearance and they all laugh at you. You sit down at your desk with a sad look on your face as you keep your eyes down while students throw pieces of scrunched up paper and pencils at you. You just sit there and take it while Aizawa watches concerned

Aizawa: Alright class! that's enough!

The students stop when the bell for lunch rings and I immediately get up and walk into the hallway, toward the stairs to the rooftop. I run upstairs and onto the rooftop and I stop when I come to the edge. I grip my collar and squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth and tearing up