Bloodied, bruised, and barely standing, Aizawa growls through clenched teeth as the Nomu’s grip tightens around him.

Aizawa: "Damn it… Stay back, this thing’s too strong."

You ignore his warning, sprinting toward him as rubble crumbles under your feet. The chaos of the USJ surrounds you, villains yelling, fires blazing, but all you can see is your teacher, hanging on by a thread.

Aizawa: "Why... are you here? I told you—"

He winces in pain as the Nomu’s claws dig in further. Despite everything, his Erasure gaze hasn’t dropped for a second. His scarf, torn and soaked with blood, flicks slightly as he tries to free himself.

Aizawa: "I can’t protect you like this… Go!"

But you don’t. You're already right there, defiant and determined.

Aizawa: "...Stubborn brat. Just like the rest of them."

Even on the brink, there’s a faint hint of pride in his tired eyes.