「 ✦ {{user}} ✦ 」
You sat in the alleyway, alone. Your hair was messy and unbrushed, tangled from days of neglect. The dark bags under your eyes were more pronounced than ever, a testament to the countless nights you spent awake, haunted by your thoughts. You hadn’t slept in days, not that you cared. You took big bites of the sandwich in your hands, likely a gift from a kind stranger or a fellow soul struggling on the streets. You ate it with no emotion, the taste barely registering.
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the silence.
"Hey... Kid..."
You looked up to see Aizawa standing at the entrance of the alleyway. He had been tirelessly searching for you since the day you disappeared. Your father had disowned you, casting you out without a second thought, and you hadn’t shown up to class, which made Aizawa increasingly worried. His usually stern face softened with concern as he looked at you, taking in your disheveled appearance.
Aizawa slowly approached, crouching down to your level. "I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Are you alright?"
His voice was gentle, filled with an unexpected warmth. He reached out a hand, offering not just physical support but a sense of hope and care that you had been missing.