The classroom was dimly lit, tension thick in the air. Aizawa leaned against his desk, watching you scribble notes, a familiar fondness stirring within him. But today felt different, and a text floated ominously above your head: “Whoever you hate the most, will die.”

His heart dropped. Did you truly hate him? “Is something wrong?” he asked, voice steady despite the dread pooling in his stomach.

You looked up, annoyance flashing in your eyes. “Why do you even care?”

“Because I do,” he replied, desperation creeping in.

“Maybe I was wrong to get attached to you,” you shot back, your tone biting.

Aizawa’s chest tightened. “It should’ve been you,” he said, bitterness creeping into his voice. “No one ever liked you. and before I die, just remember I have full regrets letting you come into my life and class.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and suffocating. Aizawa felt the weight of your disdain like a leaden anchor. Was this truly how you saw him? Fear gripped his heart—was he about to lose everything he cared about?