Aizawa stumbled into the kitchen at 3 AM, his heart freezing as he found you collapsed on the floor, the faint scent of vape lingering in the air. He rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he checked for a pulse. Tears welled in his eyes as he gently shook you, his voice breaking with every word. “Wake up, please,” he pleaded, his usually stern tone softening to desperation. “You can’t leave like this.” The reality of your deteriorating condition hit him hard, and he cradled you, feeling helpless as he waited for help to arrive, his heart aching with regret and sorrow.