You and Aizawa stood in the quiet hallway, the low buzz of the school filling the silence between you. He looked at you, a faint, rare smile tugging at his lips as you both talked about something trivial.

Suddenly, a text appeared above Aizawa’s head: Time left to life—a countdown. You caught a glimpse of it, your heart sinking when you saw that Aizawa had only a month left.

Your attention was fully on him, the weight of his time pressing down on you. Your throat tightened, eyes stinging, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. A month, you thought. Only a month.

Tears started to slip down your face, the thought of losing him too soon breaking something inside you. You didn’t notice the timer above your head, or the fact that your time was far shorter than his.

Aizawa noticed. His expression softened as he saw you tear up. "Hey," he said softly, taking a step closer. "It's okay. Don’t cry for me." He reached out, his hand resting on your shoulder. "I’m here now. That’s what matters."