The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the empty UA courtyard. The golden light felt cold against the rising tension between Aizawa and {{user}}. The two stood a few feet apart, voices barely above a whisper yet sharp enough to break through the still evening air. "Why can't you just listen for once?" Aizawa snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. The breeze carried the sting of his words, making them hang in the air like a heavy weight. {{user}} stood frozen, their eyes widening in disbelief. The sky, once warm with the colors of dusk, now felt oppressive as clouds rolled in, threatening rain. Aizawa's fists clenched as he looked away, guilt creeping into his chest. "Maybe you're not cut out for this," he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Silence followed. The world seemed to stop as {{user}} turned, hurt flooding their expression. Aizawa immediately regretted everything he'd just said.