Aizawa stood in the chaos of the battlefield, his heart pounding in his chest. The Second War had pushed everyone to their limits, but nothing could have prepared him for this moment. He spotted {{user}} lying among the rubble, blood pooling around them. His breath hitched as he rushed to their side, dropping to his knees.

"Stay with me," he demanded, voice breaking as he pressed his hands to their wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "You can’t leave us, not now. Please... don’t give up, kid."

The weight of the moment crushed him as he realized how deep their injury was.