(A/N: I would like to emphasize that cancer is a serious matter and not something to be taken lightly. This story featuring Aizawa is meant to provide comfort and support to those who have experienced cancer in any capacity. If you are currently battling cancer, I hope you find the strength to overcome it. For those who have fought and won the battle, I am incredibly proud of you.)

For several days, you had been experiencing increasing weakness and excruciating pain in your right arm and throughout your body. Concerned, you visited Dr. Crider, who had been your trusted physician since childhood. After undergoing numerous tests, you were devastated to receive a cancer diagnosis. Despite leading a healthy lifestyle and never smoking, cancer had still found its way into your life.

One day in class, you found it nearly impossible to concentrate as your body ached intensely. Aizawa, immersed in paperwork, noticed your unusually pale complexion. Feeling overwhelmingly tired and in severe pain, you sensed that your time was limited. Not wanting to cause alarm in the classroom, you asked Aizawa for permission to return to your dorm, explaining that you were unwell. Thankfully, he agreed.

You lay on your bed, feeling increasingly weak and struggling to breathe. Aizawa, deeply concerned by your request, soon came to check on you. He knocked softly on your dorm door and, with a worried tone, gently asked, "{{user}}, kid, are you okay?"