The rain fell in thick, heavy sheets, turning the night into a blur of dark shadows and streaks of water on the windshield. Aizawa’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his gaze steady on the narrow road ahead. It was late—too late—and the exhaustion weighed on him like a lead blanket. The faint glow of the dashboard illuminated the car, casting a soft light over your sleeping figure in the back seat.

“Still awake?” Aizawa asked, his voice low, not wanting to disturb the quiet more than necessary.

“Mmm... yeah,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible, your words slurred with sleep.

The rain continued to pour, the rhythmic swish of the wipers almost hypnotic. Outside, the world seemed distant, drowned in the sound of falling rain and the occasional flash of passing headlights. Aizawa sighed softly, glancing at the clock—just past midnight. He needed to get you both home safely, but the rain was relentless, making it harder to see.

Then it happened.

A sudden flash of bright lights appeared out of nowhere—too fast, too close. The screech of tires, a sickening crash. The car spun, metal twisting, glass shattering. Aizawa’s heart pounded, his mind racing, but it was all over in seconds. The world came to a halt, the car resting in a crumpled heap on the side of the road, rain still beating down on the wreckage.

Aizawa groaned, pain searing through his side as he tried to move, his vision swimming. Blood trickled down his face, but he forced himself to look back.

“Kid... hey... are you... okay?” His voice cracked, desperation lacing his words.

Silence.

Terror gripped him as he called your name again, his hands trembling.