It was an important moment to Eri, but Aizawa as well. The little girl who he taught, raised, and saved, finally gained the courage to do her first street performance. He was beyond proud. Her grades, her music, she’s made the most of everything since she was little, and only continued to be the most encouraging she could be. The student council, the light music club. Dammit. He really could’ve cried, but having you at his side to squeeze your hand, and his oldest, class 1:A watching from the rooftop to keep distractions at a minimum. This moment was perfect.

When she started the music, her hands strumming along her guitar, he really couldn’t hold back any longer. The smallest tears formed, a smile bigger than you’ve ever seen.

“I told myself I wouldn’t cry, but… I’m so damn proud of her.”