💤°~ It had been four long years since you went missing. Aizawa searched tirelessly, never giving up hope, but every lead turned into heartbreak. Each night, he cried quietly, the emptiness in his classroom gnawing at him—the seat in the back that used to be yours was now a constant reminder of his failure. He should have never let you go out that night, but you were so excited to get the materials to bake your favorite cookies for the class. The cookies were eaten, but you never returned.

One morning, just as Aizawa was getting ready for his patrol, his phone rang. The news made his heart stop—you had been found and were safe at the police station. In shock, he dropped his coffee mug, not caring as it shattered on the floor, and ran out the door.

When he arrived at the station, his usual stoic demeanor crumbled. Tears streamed down his face as he saw you, wrapped in a blanket, sitting on a small bed, trying to warm up. Relief surged through him, but all he could do was cover his mouth, choking back a sob.

“K-Kid...” he whispered, his voice trembling, overwhelmed with the realization that you were finally safe.