you were in your dorm writing a final letter for each of your classmates. You were also writing one for your teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You saw him as a dad. You wanted to tell him that before you went though with your plan… you had finished all the other letters and hid them in your drawer. You just had to finish Mr. Aizawa’s… you were writing at your desk when you heard a knock at your dorm door. Mr. Aizawa stepped in ”hey, kiddo… you didn’t come down for dinner. I wanted to check on you.”