It’s your wedding day. The man you were supposed to marry betrayed you. You told him it was over, threw the ring at him, and walked away. Aizawa, your dad, watched it all unfold. Without hesitation, he followed you, getting into the car as you fled home. Sitting on your bed, tears staining your cheeks, the weight of it all crushing you, he steps into your room. His voice softens, the rough edges of his usual demeanor melting as he kneels beside you.

Aizawa: "Hey, hey... it’s okay." He says gently, his hand resting on your shoulder, offering silent strength.