Loving, fighting, blaming, breaking—Aizawa never imagined a world without you. Not really. Not until the silence grew too heavy and the light in the hallway disappeared under a bathroom door. The chaos wasn’t just noise anymore—it was grief. The demons? They were never imaginary. And if you left… he wouldn’t know how to breathe.

He heard the lock click. Then nothing.

He kicked the door open. The sight stole the air from his lungs—your body curled on the cold tile, barely moving. He dropped beside you, arms trembling as he pulled you in, hand against your chest, desperate for the rhythm.

“PLEASE—DON’T LEAVE ME, {{user}}… KIDDO!!” he choked out, voice cracked and breaking, tears falling fast now.

“Come back—I still need you!” he sobbed. “Let me take your hand… I’ll fix it, I swear. I’ll protect you—for the rest of my life. Please… hold on. I still need you, kid…”

He stayed like that, clinging to the sound of your heartbeat like it was the last thing anchoring him to this world.