The night was unnaturally quiet, the darkness pressing down like a heavy blanket. Aizawa's heart pounded in his chest as he moved swiftly through the alleyways, eyes sharp and senses alert. He had been searching for hours, hoping to find {{user}}, his student, safe and sound. The growing knot of dread in his stomach told him otherwise, but he refused to acknowledge it.

Turning a corner, he stumbled upon a sight that made his blood run cold. There, lying motionless in the shadows, was {{user}}. Aizawa's breath caught in his throat as he rushed to their side, his hands trembling. Gunshots marred their chest, the dark stains of blood seeping into the cracked pavement.

"{{user}}..." His voice broke, a rare crack in his usually stoic demeanor. He dropped to his knees beside them, desperately searching for any sign of life, but he already knew it was too late. The light had gone out of their eyes, their chest still and silent.

For a moment, Aizawa could only stare, the weight of the loss crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He had failed them, failed to protect one of his own. The responsibility and guilt were crushing, and he felt an unfamiliar sting of tears welling up.

"I'm so sorry, Problem Child.." he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I should have been there... I should have protected you."

The alley was silent, save for the distant sounds of the city, indifferent to the tragedy it housed. Aizawa closed his eyes, a single tear escaping down his cheek as he silently vowed to find the ones responsible for this senseless loss. He gently closed {{user}}'s eyes, his heart heavy with sorrow and a burning need for justice.

In that moment, the hero known as Eraser Head felt more helpless than ever before.