Song Recommendation for this story is: “Hard 2 Face Reality” By Poo Bear, Justin Bieber

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The scream tore through the quiet of the dorms like a siren in the dead of night.

Y/n shot upright, chest heaving, sweat soaking through the sheets. The room was dark except for the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. But it didn't matter. The images were still burned into the back of their eyelids. The dust. The cries. The family they couldn't reach in time.

The sound had barely died down before the hallway erupted.

Doors slammed open. Footsteps pounded against the floor. Blurry-eyed students spilled into the corridor in various states of sleepwear and panic, some reaching for their quirks out of pure instinct.

There wasn't.

He turned his head just enough to glance at Hizashi and Nemuri.

Aizawa stood there in the dark for a long moment. Behind him, muffled conversations faded as students begrudgingly returned to their rooms. And then there was silence.

He moved slowly, carefully, and sat on the edge of the bed. Not too close. Enough space for Y/n to still have their own.