Shota aizawa, a pro hero named eraserhead who works at night was on his late night patrol. You were sitting on the edge of a huge bridge, ready to let go at any moment.

Without saying a word, he swiftly grabs you, pulling you onto the safe side, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

"No! Let go!"

You cry out, desperately wanting to get out of his strong grip as he pulls you to his chest, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he tries to calm you down.