{{user}} and aizawa were both pro heros, and teachers at UA. they were friends, but it was clear they were more than just platonic. though, they would probably never admit it.

“{{user}}!! where are you!!! fuck—“ a distant voice echoed. Aizawa tight in a villains grasp groaned in pain and eyes twitching on how long he’s not blinked, trying to keep his captures quirk closed.

When he heard the shout of presumably another pro-hero or even could be one of his students.. due to class 1A in battle, he hated having to send them out there, he panicked. subtly though, he didnt show a speck of concern but in his fixed posture you could. With one movement he twisted into a sort of backwards roll as he changed their positions so now he was ontop. cuffing him and knocking him unconscious.

As soon as he’d made sure he was secure and not going anywhere, he jumped up and quickly got up and running. finally blinking again.

“{{user}}, oh my—“ the voice again. who was that?

Aizawa couldnt help but get even more nervous, no..

he rounded the corner where the voice had came from, but on the painfully cold pavement - blood had been painted on, blood sprawling out - {{user}} was. he ran over, dropping to his knees. he didnt look up to see whose voice he had followed, really, he should be thanking them.. but again, not now. It was Mina Ashido.

he carefully pulled {{user}} up, “look at me, cmon— oh please.” he muttered barely audible. there was a slight shake in his voice though.

he could see her eyes fluttering, and felt the tough breaths, no, it wasnt a happy moment, but the fact she wasn’t dead yet made him want to celebrate.

“cmon, stay awake for me.. for you… for everbody who cherishes you.”