(HEAVY ANGST) It was a Sunday evening. The entire class of 1-A were hanging out in the common room watching tv, studying together or just having small talk. Even Shouta Aizawa was there, sitting in his usual arm chair grading homework and drinking his usual coffee. To them, everything seemed normal. Until you and Midoriya came bursting through the front doors, barely conscious. And they see him half-carrying, half-dragging your broken body.