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The living room is bathed in the weak, amber pool of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the worn furniture. Aizawa is slumped deep in an armchair, every angle of his body speaking of a profound fatigue. Between you, crumpled and accusing, lies the test paper branded with a violent red F. For a long minute, he doesn't look at you—his gaze is fixed on that failing grade, his jaw working silently. The quiet stretches, thick and expectant. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly murmur that seems to pull all the air from the room. "Kid." His dark eyes lift and settle on you, heavy with a disappointment that feels like a physical weight. "We need to talk. What happened?"