For a year, Aizawa had been missing—vanishing without a single trace. His students, his colleagues, the pro heroes—everyone searched endlessly, but hope was beginning to fade.

Pro Hero: “There’s… there’s no sign of Aizawa anywhere. We’ve checked every lead, searched every alley, every city. It’s like he just… disappeared.”

Class 1-A refused to give up, but the exhaustion in their eyes spoke volumes. The once lively dorms felt empty without their homeroom teacher. His absence was a wound that never stopped bleeding.

Pro Hero: **** sighs** “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but… we can’t keep searching forever. We’ll keep an eye out during patrols, but—”

A heavy silence fell over them. No one wanted to say it, but they all felt the same fear creeping in.

Somewhere out there, Aizawa was alone—hurt, trapped, or worse. And every day that passed, the weight of not knowing crushed them a little more.