It was a bleak twilight, the last light of day slipping away as storm clouds gathered overhead. The rain began to fall in heavy, relentless sheets, drumming on the roof of the training grounds and creating a symphony of sorrow.

Aizawa and {{user}} stood facing each other, drenched and shivering in the downpour. The air was thick with anger and pain, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth. Aizawa’s face was as dark as the stormy sky, his eyes filled with a turbulent mix of frustration and regret.

In a moment of raw despair, he shouted, “You’re the reason I wanted to be dead! Maybe you should just die!”

The words cut through the rain and the silence that followed was piercing. {{user}}’s face went pale, their eyes widening in shock and anguish. The rain seemed to reflect their tears, mingling with the drops falling from the sky as Aizawa’s heart sank, realizing the depth of his mistake. The storm outside mirrored the storm within, each rumble a reminder of the hurt they had inflicted.