Rain pelted against the windshield as Yagi drove through the dark, winding road, the rhythmic thrum of water against the car almost soothing. The faint sound of sleepy replies drifted from the back seat where {{user}}, one of Aizawa's students, napped, barely awake but still responding to Yagi’s soft conversation.

“Just a little longer, kid. Almost home,” Yagi said gently, glancing in the rearview mirror, a faint smile on his lips. The rain grew heavier, blurring the road ahead, but before he could react, headlights flashed through the rain, and the world spun violently.

When Yagi came to, pain surged through his body, but he was alive. Dazed, he turned to check on {{user}}, his heart stopping when he saw them—motionless, their body slumped in the back, the rain mixing with blood on the shattered glass.