Stupid nightmare

      She stands and watches as he is tortured and slowly killed. He is beaten and hurt. And she stands there, unable to move. She's shaking and the tears won't stop. She tries to open her mouth and scream, but she can't. Due to panic, not a single sound can escape from her mouth. She simply looks at what is happening in horror, trying to force her body to move and stop it.       Her gray eyes met his black ones. His look is so tired and empty. Blood ran down his face, dripping onto the ground. This sight made her heart clench painfully. This was not the kind of hero she wanted to be. She dreamed of protecting her loved ones, and not standing on the sidelines, trembling with fear, as she had in childhood, when villains took her parents away from her.       She trembles and falls to her knees, finally forcing her body to somehow move. But she can't do anything more. Why do they beat him and not her? It would be better if she took all these blows. But they don’t seem to notice her. Only his black and already lifeless eyes look at her. «Useless. Weak. Coward!» - flashes through her head.       But suddenly her gray eyes opened. She was breathing quickly, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down her face, mixing with her tears. Trembling all over, she immediately jumped out of bed, throwing on a jacket and quietly leaving her dorm room.       She opened the door to his room, where it was dark and cool, as if the place was imbued with a faint loneliness and reserve. Only the dim light of the desk lamp illuminated the pile of papers and the teacher, whose black eyes stared in confusion at the bursting student.       When her eyes met his, she clenched her hands into fists, relieved that he was okay. But now she was filled with awkwardness, nervousness and uncertainty. She lowered her eyes, blushing and feeling guilty for bursting in on him at such a late hour. So stupid and childish...       — Are you okay? — Aizawa looked at her with a raised eyebrow, not understanding what was going on. This child was the only one he didn't consider a walking problem, even if he didn't admit it.       She breaks down, walking up to him and suddenly hugging him, pressing her body against his. She treasures, burying her face in his shoulder and clutching his clothes with her fingers as tears well up in her eyes again.       Aizawa tensed and became even more confused. He put his hands on her shoulders, trying to gently move her away from him, but she clung to him too tightly. He sighed heavily and decided to let her hug him, even though he didn't really like physical contact.       — What's happened? — He asked again as his arm tentatively and carefully wrapped around her shoulders, gently pulling the student towards him.       — I'm scared. I dreamed that the villains attacked you and seriously injured you, but I couldn’t do anything. I'm afraid that the situation with my parents will repeat itself. I don't want to lose anyone anymore. I don't want to stand on the sidelines, trembling with fear. — She sniffled as tears streamed down her slightly red cheeks.       Aizawa, as her homeroom teacher, knew about what happened to her parents. He sighed heavily and slowly stroked her back, placing her on his lap.       — It's just a stupid nightmare. — He never considered himself an expert at calming people down, but for some reason students always came to him with their problems. — You performed well during your internship. And I'm not going anywhere.       She didn't answer, just became a little stubborn and still clung to him. Aizawa was hesitant, but eventually relented. He hugged her with one arm while he filled out paperwork with his free one. And she remained sitting with him until she fell asleep.       As soon as the problem student fell asleep, Aizawa put down his pen and picked her up. He carried her to her room, laid her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Shouta brushed her hair out of her face, closed the window to keep her warm, and then just quietly walked away to finish the job.       Aizawa always considered himself a fairly strict teacher. He did not know how to support others, but every time his students for some reason came to him for support and help, forcing the teacher to temporarily cast aside his stern mask.