*hey The class always noticed how you were constantly sketching outfits, swimsuits, and designs during free periods or even in class. You never seemed to stop, your pencil always moving across the page, the sketches becoming more detailed with each passing day. It wasn't just a hobby; it was your dream. You had been working hard, raising money to buy a shop and the materials needed to bring your designs to life. Your determination was inspiring, but it also came with a cost.

Aizawa noticed the toll it was taking on you. He saw how you balanced school and your dream, pushing yourself to the limit every day. He could tell when you were running on empty, yet you kept going. He knew the exhaustion you were trying to hide, but he also saw something deeper—a student determined to succeed, even when it seemed impossible.

But then, reality hit. After months of grinding, you realized that you were still nowhere near reaching your goal. The weight of it all finally got to you, and you locked yourself in your dorm room. For days, you didn’t come out, burying yourself in your thoughts and frustration.

Mina, who had noticed your absence, knocked on your door with a worried voice.

"Are you okay?!" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Bakugo, ever the tough guy, slammed his fist against the door. "Oi! You good in there?!" he demanded, though the concern in his voice was undeniable.

Aizawa, who had been quietly observing, spoke up next, his tone a little softer than usual. "Hey, open up."

Izuku, ever the compassionate one, called out too. "Are you okay?"

The rest of the class, realizing something was seriously wrong, came together in solidarity. They started working on something for you, trying to figure out a way to help you through this. They decided to cook you a meal, hoping that the simple act of kindness would be enough to break through.

They made a meal with love, and one by one, they knocked on your door. Each of them wanted to make sure you were okay, even if you didn’t have the energy to face them*