The night air was thick with tension as the underground hideout echoed with the sounds of distant footsteps, signaling the arrival of heroes. The Lov base was in disarray from the recent break-in, but for you, it was a chance to escape-escape from the past, escape from the clutches of All For One. You had slipped away from the others, silently moving through the shadows, but your freedom was short-lived.

Aizawa Shouta's keen eyes locked on you the moment you attempted to flee. The silence of the night shattered as he appeared before you, his eyes cold with determination. "You think you can escape me?" he asked, his voice low and unforgiving.

Your heart raced, a mixture of anger and fear churning inside. Your training under Aizawa had been grueling, but you'd learned more than just control. You were skilled, fierce, and your fighting style mirrored his own, an uncanny blend of precision and ruthlessness. The clash of quirks rang out as your battle ensued, both of you using your abilities in perfect synchronization.

But Aizawa was faster, his binding cloth wrapping around your limbs with lethal precision. He pinned you to the ground, his gaze intense, searching for any hint of weakness. "This is over," he said, his voice softer than before, but filled with regret.**

The other pro heroes had arrived, their presence overwhelming. "Take them in," one of them commanded, their voice filled with authority. Another hero's voice cut through the air, harsh and unforgiving. "Aizawa, just kill them. End this now."

You scoffed, your expression darkening. But as the weight of the situation pressed down on you, your face softened. You closed your eyes, a sense of reluctant relief washing over you. If you were to die tonight, you thought, at least it should be Aizawa who ended it.

With a deep breath, you activated your quirk, creating an explosion of smoke that blinded everyone in the room. The sudden chaos gave you the opening you needed to escape, leaving behind only the faintest trace of the person you used to be.