Aizawa lay in the hospital bed, pain radiating through his body with every breath. He opened his eyes to see you sitting by his side, your expression a mix of worry and helplessness. His throat felt dry, but he managed to speak.

"You shouldn't be here," he rasped, his voice weak but firm. "You need to focus on your training, not worrying about me."

Aizawa sighed, the effort causing a fresh wave of pain to shoot through his chest. "Look, kid, I'll be fine. This isn't the first time I've been injured, and it won't be the last." He paused, struggling to find the right words. "Just... take care of yourself, alright? That's all I ask."

The room fell silent, the weight of his injuries and your shared bond hanging heavily in the air.