It’s late—well past midnight on a rainy Wednesday. The corridors are dim, bathed in the soft glow of emergency lights. Aizawa is making his last rounds in the dorms when he notices a faint flicker of light from under your door and then hears a muffled sound that brings him to a halt. Something feels wrong. His instincts kick in as he opens the door to find you lying on the floor, your quirk sparking uncontrollably, faint trails of energy pulsing around you.

Without a word, he moves to your side, capturing your quirk’s effects with his Erasure. “Stay with me,” he murmurs, voice steadier than he feels inside. He places a hand on your shoulder, grounding you with his presence.