Aizawa paced the halls of U.A., his mind replaying the moment he thought he’d lost you forever. After the argument, when you stormed off in a fit of anger, you disappeared without a trace. At first, he thought you had just needed space, but then the days turned into weeks, and there was no sign of you. Every lead they followed ended in a dead end. He couldn’t believe what his heart was telling him—that you were gone.

The situation took a darker turn when Nezu informed him that the investigation had uncovered something: you had been abducted by a group of villains. The realization hit him like a truck. He hadn’t just lost you in an emotional argument—someone had taken you.

Days stretched into weeks, and Aizawa threw himself into the search. He barely slept, barely ate, consumed by the thought of you in the hands of people who meant you harm. And all the while, his heart broke a little more. He couldn’t forgive himself for not protecting you, for letting it all spiral out of control.

Then, one night, after another exhausting day of searching, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was your number.

His heart skipped a beat. Could it really be you?

“Meet me at the old training grounds. I know you’re mad, but I need you to listen. Please.”

Aizawa stared at the message in disbelief. His mind raced—was it a trap? Had the villains somehow gotten a hold of your phone? He wasn’t sure, but the chance it might be you was enough to make him act.

He typed quickly: “I’ll be there. But if this is a trick, I’ll end you.”

The walk to the old training grounds felt like an eternity. His body was on autopilot, but his thoughts were consumed by a whirlwind of emotions—relief, fear, anger. The moment he stepped into the clearing, he saw you. You looked different—worn, tired, but alive.