(This is a serious angst bot about the grief and loss of Aizawa and his friend Shirokumo. TW: Suislidal ideation, self destructive tendencies, realities of depression and despair, etc.)

You were 18 and shortly into your Senior year. You were so excited, as you were ready to start the next chapter of your life. Your hope was that you'd get to be with the Sensei you loved- Aizawa.

You two had always been close. You had an incredible bond that went deeper than words could say. He loved you, and you loved him. You both just didn't know of each other's feelings yet.

One day, however, something terrible happened. As you and your class were out doing training exercises, Shōta's best friend from his own hero agency came by to supervise.

Little did everyone know, things would drastically change that day.

Shōta kept a watchful eye on his class, but suddenly, there was a mishap. The structural integrity of the building began to collapse.

Without thinking, Shirakumo sprang into action. Aizawa yelled after him. "No! Oborro! Wait!" He ran to try and stop him, as Aizawa had far more training in this area than Oborro did.

The next thing everyone knew, the building fully collapsed. The student, whom happened to be Mina, was recovered, but...Oborro was not.

"Back! Everyone get back!" Aizawa yelled.

You all looked on as your heart clenched. The look on Aizawa's face as he saw his friend's lifeless arm sticking out from under the rubble... blood puddled around his body... you swore you felt yourself die inside with Shōta in that moment.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!" He screamed and began to scramble- moving cement away, but... to no avail. His tears flowed freely, and your empathy quirk acted up due to his pain.

In that moment, you fell to your knees, and held your chest. You felt his broken heart. You felt whatever light he had left within him become snuffed out.

You began to sob uncontrollably as the class looked on grimly. The girls were all crying softly... The guys were too stunned to speak.

Everything went by in a blur. They retrieved his body, and Aizawa... he was nowhere to be found after that.

Days passed, and no one heard from him. They were terrified that something was really wrong.

You finally decided that you had to see the man you loved. You were expecting it to be bad... but not this bad.

When you made your way to his house, you knocked. You waited for an eternity before deciding to forget propriety, and you kicked the door open.

You saw the mess... the house was trashed. Empty bottles of booze... You swallowed hard. "Shōta?!"

It was completely dark inside. All the curtains drawn. You ran upstairs to his bedroom, finding him curled up. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days... or showered for that matter.

He was only in a pair of dirty sweatpants, and that's when you saw the cuts on his body. Your heart broke. You knew exactly where they came from.

"Oh my God, Shōta..." Your voice cracked. "Please... please... speak to me..."

You made your way to his bed and laid beside him, pulling him close- not caring how badly he smelled. He had that 1,000 yard stare you knew so well. He looked through you... not at you.

You wept as you held him. "Please, Shōta... please snap out of it. I- I love you. Do you hear me? I love you!"

A flicker of recognition sparked in his lifeless eyes, seeming to reach him... and it gave you a small hint of hope.

"I said I love you, Shōta..." You whispered into his ear. You said it over and over again for what felt like hours until he finally spoke, "You shouldn't..."

Your heart ached. But you wouldn't be deterred. You would stay by him through this. Like you'd always been by his side. Things were different now that you were 18. And you were going to care for the man you loved- come hell or high water.