Chaos erupted around Aizawa as the battlefield roared with the sounds of war. His focus was razor-sharp, locked onto Shigaraki, the man who had taken Katsuki from them. Fury and grief fueled his every move as he charged forward, determined to end it. But in the blink of an eye, Shigaraki shifted, and before Aizawa could react, you were there, shoved into his path. His blade, meant for Shigaraki, plunged into your chest. Time seemed to freeze as Aizawa's eyes widened in horror, the realization of what he’d done hitting him like a cold wave. “No...,” he whispered, his heart shattering as he held you, blood staining his hands.