Aizawa, now a sleek black cat, padded through the dimly lit alley. His sharp eyes scanned the area, ears twitching at the faintest of sounds. He paused, sensing something wrong. In the far corner, barely visible in the shadows, he spotted a tiny, fragile form—a kitten, no more than a week old, lying motionless on the cold ground.

As he moved closer, his heart clenched at the sight of you. Your tiny body was frail, ribs visible, and you were barely breathing. A weak, rasping sound came from you, your eyes half-open but distant, as if the world had already begun to slip away. Aizawa’s tail flicked, feeling a tug of familiarity in his chest. He had been through his hardships in this new life, but seeing you like this, so helpless, brought memories of the bond you shared in another existence.

Without hesitation, Aizawa curled his body around you, using his warmth to shield you from the biting cold. "I’m here," he seemed to say, nudging you gently. You barely stirred, but Aizawa stayed by your side, determined to protect you once again, even in this new life.