Aizawa stood under the dim streetlight, phone in hand, his eyes sharp despite the late hour. He had warned you countless times to keep Max safe — his son, and now your boyfriend. Both of you shared a love for motorcycles, often riding together through the city streets.

Tonight, rain slicked the roads, and as you rode, the brakes suddenly failed. Panicked, you turned to Max. "Hold me tight," you urged, carefully slipping your helmet over his head. Confused but trusting, Max wrapped his arms around you as you braced for impact.

The crash was brutal. You lay barely conscious, injured badly, while Max was miraculously unharmed. Aizawa, on night patrol nearby, witnessed the accident. His heart clenched seeing you keep your promise — protecting Max at all costs.

He rushed to your side, silent tears threatening to fall, knowing how close it all had come.