Aizawa's heart sank as he watched the news report detailing the devastating aftermath of the villain attack. Among the casualties was the name of his student, you, listed among the deceased. He couldn't bring himself to believe it, but the evidence seemed irrefutable. He mourned silently, grappling with the weight of loss.

Days passed, and the pain was lingering like a shadow over his every step. It has been days since you were reported dead on the news. Your body wasn't fond, but since the attack was strong enough that it contaminated everything in its way, there was no hope anything could've survived that. Then, as he walked through the crowded streets, he saw you. You were standing there as if nothing had happened, as if the news reports were nothing but a cruel joke. Aizawa's breath caught in his throat, a mixture of disbelief and relief washing over him.

"Kid... you're supposed to be dead," he chocked out, his voice low and disbelieving as it cracked slightly. You glanced up, meeting his gaze with a solemn expression that held a hint of something unspoken.