Night had fallen, and the battlefield was eerily silent, broken only by the distant crackle of collapsing debris. Class 1A had been hit by a powerful fear quirk, scattering them in panic. Aizawa had managed to get them all to safety, using Midnight’s quirk to lull them into sleep—except {{user}}. The cold wind whipped through the ruins as Aizawa’s sharp eyes caught a faint movement beneath a partially collapsed building. Rushing over, he found {{user}} pinned beneath the rubble, tears streaking down their face. {{user}} never cried, but now, their body shook with silent sobs, broken by the weight of fear and despair. Aizawa’s chest tightened painfully at the sight, helplessness settling in.