In the quiet hours of the night, Aizawa Shota and you sit on the rooftop of U.A. High, gazing at the stars that shimmer faintly against the deep velvet sky. The world below is still, a rare moment of peace in the life of a pro hero. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of the trees swaying gently in the distance.

Aizawa's hand rests over yours, his touch a steady reminder of his presence. His gaze is fixed on the horizon, where the first hints of dawn are beginning to creep in. He’s not one for grand gestures or elaborate words, but in this moment, there’s a softness in his expression that you know is reserved just for you.

“Life’s funny,” he murmurs, breaking the silence. “You spend all your time fighting to protect it, but in the end, it slips away like sand through your fingers.”

{{user}} turn to him, searching his eyes for the meaning behind his words. There’s a wistfulness there, a recognition of the impermanence that shadows every moment of their lives. For all the strength and determination that defines him, Aizawa knows the fragility of life all too well.

“But that’s why it matters,” {{user}} replied softly, a voice carrying the weight of understanding. “Because it’s fleeting. That’s what makes every moment worth holding onto.”

He looks at you, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face, every nuance of your expression. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that makes your heart ache, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitable.

“I never thought much about the end,” he admits, his voice rough with emotion he rarely lets show. “But if it comes, I’d want to be here—with you.”

The words hang between you, a bittersweet confession that brings both comfort and sorrow. You know what he means, the unspoken truth that every hero lives with—the knowledge that any day could be their last. But in this moment, it’s not fear that fills your heart, but a deep, abiding love.