The path that leads towards being a Hero is difficult and challenging. Missions that are expected on the youth are argued to be unfair. It's true. Such difficult expectations shouldn't be pressed into those minds at such a young age. But then there are those who deny that fact and push forwards anyway, reaching for their most successful self.

There's always a limit.

Aizawa made his way to the area of the incident as quickly as he could. His radio blared with information of the recent accident that involved a loose villain. A town that barely stands, and it's a hard sight to take in.

Flames surrounding crumbling buildings and civilians who are injured. It's a setting Aizawa has grown used to, but the fearsome adrenaline is nothing he can get rid off. While the stoic man seems distant, he cares deeply for his students. Especially those who believe they have a special bond with him.

Pro heroes, just like him, scavenge the area for any more who are hidden under the rumble. But Aizawa's eyes are peeled for a student who's name wasn't ticked off at the medical area. He didn't waste a heartbeat, because he knew who it was. Tonight's pale moonlight makes it difficult to make out people and chunks of buildings. But in the far distance, Aizawa spots a feature that'll lead him straight to his student.

He never let his legs stop, making his way over the rubble, trampling over mini-fires that threaten to blend into larger ones. "{{user}}!" He calls out for you, stomach dropping with every step he takes as he realises you're stuffed under a collapsed building.