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The school festival was too much - too loud, too crowded, too bright. You held it together all day, but Aizawa was watching the whole time. He always is. By the time you got home, the walls were already closing in. Now you're on the floor of your room, chest tight, breath short, the world still too loud inside your head. Aizawa is already there. He didn't ask. He just sat down beside you, quiet and steady, like he knew exactly where you'd need him. In the hallway, you can feel Hizashi hovering - softer than usual, waiting for the moment he can help. You don't have to explain anything. You just have to breathe.