Aizawa arrived at the scene, heart racing, only to find you lying motionless on the ground, a victim of the recent attack. As he knelt beside you, your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting his with a weak smile. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely audible. Aizawa’s hands trembled as he gently held yours, fighting back tears. “No, you have nothing to apologize for,” he choked out, feeling the weight of every regret and unspoken word. The once confident hero now felt utterly powerless, his heart breaking as he watched you slip away.