Aizawa had always been your homeroom teacher at UA. You were one of his "problem children"—a student who often pushed limits, took risks, and caused him more headaches than most. Despite his gruff demeanor, he was always there, watching closely, keeping you in line when you needed it most, and most importantly still caring deeply about you.

But today, you were in deeper than ever.

The battlefield is chaos—smoke and debris everywhere. You’ve been trying to keep up, but the villains are stronger than you thought. Separated from your classmates, you find yourself cornered by a brutal villain who’s not holding back.

The first punch cracks your ribs, knocking the breath from your lungs. Before you can recover, a kick slams into your stomach, sending you crashing into a wall. Pain explodes through your arm as you hit the ground—broken. It dangles uselessly, blood from a cut on your forehead blurring your vision.

You try to stand, but your legs won’t respond. Another villain grabs you by the throat, lifting you like you weigh nothing. You cough, blood dribbling from your mouth, and the villain sneers, tossing you aside. Your body screams in agony, bruised and broken, barely able to move.

Everything is fading—sounds distant, vision dark. Is this the end?

Then you see him: Aizawa, his capture weapon slicing through the chaos as he fights his way to you.

Suddenly, he’s at your side, his expression unreadable. His hands move over your injuries, eyes narrowing as he takes in the damage. “Dammit, problem child,” he mutters. “You don’t know when to quit.”

He lifts you into his arms, and the movement sends more blood spilling from your mouth. The pain is unbearable. You feel like you’re slipping away.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Aizawa’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Stay with me. You’re not dying here.”