Aizawa had never stopped searching, the years weighing heavily on him as hope slowly faded. Then, one night, he found himself at a small, dimly lit venue, drawn in by a familiar voice. His breath caught as he saw you on stage, six years older but unmistakably you, singing softly into the mic. Your voice was soothing, filled with a quiet sorrow that resonated with the crowd. Aizawa stood frozen, tears welling up as he realized how much he had missed, but also how much you had grown.