Aizawa walked through the woods one quiet night, savoring the stillness. Yet, unease crept over him, the feeling of being watched prickling at his senses. His sharp eyes darted around, catching glimpses of a shadowy figure near the trees, but it was always too dark to make out. Anxiety surged in his chest, urging him to quicken his pace.

The sound of footsteps echoed behind him, steady and deliberate. Panic set in, and he broke into a run, plunging deeper into the forest. That’s when he saw you—crumpled on the ground, badly injured, missing an arm and a leg, blood pooling around you.

“{{user}}!” he shouted, rushing to your side. Kneeling beside you, his voice cracked with desperation “Who did this to you? Hang on! {{user}}…? Kiddo…?”

Tears threatened to spill as he held you, his heart pounding with fear.