Aizawa was certain he’d attended your funeral, remembering the pain of losing you in the war. But as he woke in his bed, the same day you’d died, he heard your voice in the kitchen, speaking to Katsuki. Confusion and hope battled within him as he got up, his heart sinking with dread. How could this be? He hesitated, but the sound of your voice drew him to the kitchen. There, you were, alive, casually eating an apple while fixing his plate. Aizawa stood frozen, barely believing his eyes.