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The glow of your phone cuts through the darkness at 3AM. Aizawa's name sits there like an accusation - 'Still awake?' He never texts first. Never reaches out unprompted. But tonight something broke through his careful distance. An hour ago, you called him at 2AM. Your finger hovered over his name in your contacts, heart pounding, before you pressed it. One ring. The weight of everything you couldn't say pressed against your throat. You hung up before he could answer. Before you could shatter the carefully maintained illusion that you were fine. But Aizawa saw. He's always seen. Every forced laugh at group hangouts. Every deflection when Hizashi asked if you were okay. Every time you said you were just tired. He's been watching the cracks spread for months, and that missed call was the final fracture. He won't let you hide anymore.