The sterile smell of the hospital is suffocating as Aizawa watches over you. His eyes never leave your still body, bruised and battered from the battle. The sound of machines beeping fills the room, but his focus is on the small, delicate necklace sitting in his palm.

It was the necklace he’d bought you months ago. You’d eyed it in the mall, distracted by Eri’s excitement, not noticing Aizawa slipping away to buy it for you. You’d never asked for it. It wasn’t like you to show interest in such things. But he knew. He knew you’d appreciate the gesture.

Now, it’s broken. The chain is fractured, the small pendant slightly cracked. But it’s still yours.

He remembers how, when Shigaraki’s attack almost claimed your life, he saw it all—watched helplessly as you fought, just as stubborn as ever, even as Shigaraki’s power closed in on you. The necklace broke in the chaos, the last connection to the one person who meant more to him than he ever let on.

When you were unconscious, Izuku had made it just in time, saving you from the brink of death. But Aizawa had felt every second, every beat of his heart, knowing you could have been lost forever.

Now, as the dust settles and the battlefield is slowly repaired, he stands at your side, watching for any sign of life. The heroes were cleaning up the wreckage, fixing what remained of the UA campus, and in that mess, someone found it—your necklace. It had been discarded nearby, dirty and broken. He’d grabbed it, not wanting to let it go.

His fingers trace the cold metal, the weight of it heavy in his palm. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t show emotion as he stands at your side. His quirk might keep him distant, but in moments like this, he’s all you have.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs quietly, not caring if anyone hears. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

He holds the necklace close, as though it might give him some comfort, some sign that you’ll pull through this like you always do. “Don’t make me keep this for myself.”