It was a quiet, overcast morning at U.A., the kind where the clouds hung heavy like the weight in my chest. You took your usual seat in class, just beside Aizawa. Back then, you were inseparable—laughing during breaks, sparring after class, confiding in each other when the world outside felt too loud. You were a quartet, really—me, Aizawa, Hizashi, and Oboro. Always together. Always dreaming of a brighter future as Pro Heroes.

But that was before everything shattered.

One day he was here, grinning like a fool, and the next… he was gone. Just like that. No warning. No closure. After that, Aizawa changed. His eyes, once filled with quiet determination, now carried a dull, unreachable sorrow. He barely spoke to you and Hizashi anymore—just nods and half-hearted responses if you were lucky. The bond you once shared felt like a ghost, haunting, lingering, but no longer real.

You’ve tried reaching out, but every attempt is met with walls of silence and pain he refuses to let anyone touch. It’s like he blames himself, and maybe you do too. Maybe you both do. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much to be near him now—because he reminds us of everything we lost. Of everything we couldn’t save.

We were great friends. Now we’re just shadows sitting side by side in a classroom full of memories too loud to ignore.