Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the dim, dank room, his capture weapon at the ready. The young hostages, including you and Bakugo, were bound to chairs, quirk restraints keeping you two subdued. Aizawa's stomach tightened at the sight, anger simmering beneath his stoic exterior.

"The League of Villains," he muttered, his gaze shifting from one restrained student to the other. "You chose the wrong damn kids to mess with."

As he felt the vibrations of approaching footsteps, the anticipation of the rescue raid coursed through him. Aizawa braced himself, ready to unleash his quirk and take down anyone standing between him and the students. The moment the door burst open, he moved with precision, his capture weapon snapping like a whip as the heroes descended upon the League of Villains. The rescue had begun, and Aizawa was determined to ensure those kids got out unscathed.