Aizawa sat quietly in the chair beside your hospital bed, his gaze fixed on your fragile form. Bandages wrapped around your head, covering an eye patch that hid the worst of your injuries. You’d been taken from UA, subjected to horrific experiments, and the weight of his failure crushed him. He should’ve protected you, should’ve done more to stop those monsters before they got to you. His heart ached with guilt as he sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. In a soft, almost broken voice, he asked, "Kid... what do you remember before they took you?"