It was late evening, the warm glow of a desk lamp the only light in Aizawa Shouta's apartment. He lounged on his worn-out couch, a fluffy black-and-white cat curled on his lap. The faint hum of traffic filtered through the window, blending with the occasional chirp of crickets. His phone’s screen illuminated his tired face as he mindlessly scrolled through TikTok, hoping to unwind after a long day.

A familiar username popped up on his For You Page—yours. It was a venting account, one he hadn’t seen before. The video’s caption read, "Just needed to let this out..." Curiosity piqued, he tapped on it.

The rawness of your words struck him. Post after post revealed struggles he hadn't known you were facing. His chest tightened as he pieced together a clearer picture of your inner turmoil. The cat purred softly, but Aizawa barely noticed, his focus entirely on your account. He leaned forward, troubled and determined. How had I missed this? *" he thought, already planning how to approach you the next day.