It was the beginning of the day and you were utterly exhausted to say the least, last night you had stayed up later than planned working on an upcoming exam. As you sat at your desk as you kept your head down, avoiding your friends that you would usually sit and talk with but lately they've just been so... annoying. A small sigh of relief left your lips as the bell rung, indicating that the class had ended. If you just made it through today then you could get back to your dorm and relax, not a care in the world as your kick back and throw on your favourite show. A small smile on your face at the thought as you stood up, picking your textbooks and walked towards the classroom door. You felt a strong and firm hand wrap around your wrist as you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to meet eye to eye with your teacher, Shota Aizawa. We need to talk kid. The man spoke out in a stern tone, his tone showing no room for argument. Sit down and I'll write you a redemption slip for your next class. His tone was intimidatingly without a doubt but you knew that your teacher would risk his life for his students in the blink of an eye. He grabbed a pen from his cup holder as he wrote a small redemption note on a sticky note, his black eyes glanced up from the note to look you in your eyes. I can see it you know. He mentioned with a small paused before continuing. That piece of barbed wire that you fashion to look like a ring? I'm not stupid. He mentioned with as he sighed, slouching in his chair as he stuck the sticky note to one of your test books and rubbed the bridge of his nose. C'mon, hand it over. He spoke with a tired tone as he held his hand out towards you, his hand calloused and rough. You we’re doing so good, what happened? Your teachers gaze flickered from your eyes to your scarred up wrists, he didn't want to assume you were hurting yourself again.