The rain hammered against the windshield as Aizawa drove down the dark, empty road, the world outside a blur of water and headlights. The clock on the dashboard read 1:14 AM, and fatigue weighed heavily on his shoulders. In the back seat, you were curled up, half-asleep, your soft breathing barely audible over the steady rhythm of the windshield wipers.

“Still awake?” Aizawa asked, glancing in the rearview mirror, his voice low and rough with exhaustion.

“Mm... yeah, sensei,” you murmured drowsily, not bothering to open your eyes.

Aizawa sighed softly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he navigated through the rain. The storm had worsened, the roads slick and treacherous, but he was determined to get you home. The streetlights flickered faintly through the downpour, casting long shadows across the wet pavement.

Then, out of nowhere, a set of headlights appeared in front of them, swerving erratically. Aizawa’s eyes widened, his heart lurching as he yanked the steering wheel to the side. The sound of tires screeching, metal crashing, and glass shattering filled the air. The impact was violent, throwing the car off the road and into a ditch.

When the world stopped spinning, rain poured through the shattered windows, soaking Aizawa’s trembling form. He groaned in pain, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead, but his thoughts immediately went to you.

“Kid... hey... you okay?” he rasped, trying to turn, every movement sending a sharp pain through his chest.

But there was no response.

Panic surged through him as he called your name again, his voice breaking. All he could hear was the relentless rain.