Things in Class 1-A have been normal for the past few months—hero training, studying, and the usual chaos. But one thing hasn’t been normal.

Aizawa.

He’s been quieter than usual, his exhaustion heavier, his usual gruff demeanor laced with something else—something off.

You’re in your dorm room when a knock breaks the silence, followed by his voice.

“Hey, kid? Can we talk?”

You don’t hesitate, quickly opening the door. The moment you see him, your stomach twists. His expression is wrong—not just tired, but defeated. Aizawa never looks like this.

“…Can I come in?” His voice is quieter now, almost hesitant. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”