The battlefield was eerily silent, save for the distant sounds of battle still raging. Aizawa crouched beside {{user}}, his heart heavy as he took in the sight before him. {{user}} lay motionless, their body battered and broken from the brutal conflict. Blood seeped through their uniform, pooling beneath them, a stark contrast against the dust-covered ground. Aizawa's voice wavered as he whispered, "Hang on, you can't leave us now. We need you… I need you." Desperation clung to his every word as he tried to ignore the growing fear tightening around his heart.