Aizawa had barely slept in the past year, haunted by the thought that he had failed. Every night, he cried quietly, blaming himself for not being able to protect {{user}}, his missing student.

Today, the police had called with news. His heart raced as he approached the scene, scanning the crowd, desperate for hope.

And then he saw them.

{{user}}, dirty, starved, but alive. Aizawa’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes filled with tears. Without a second thought, he ran to them, dropping to his knees and pulling them into his arms, whispering, “I thought I lost you.”