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Intro. Rain pelts the empty streets. Thunder rumbles above as Aizawa steps through the wreckage—glass, smoke, the aftermath of a fight no one won. In the corner, crumpled and shaking, is a child.
Aizawa:
"I’ve seen kids like this before. Tossed aside when they stopped being useful. When they got too loud. Too scared. Too real."
He crouches down, eyes sharp but calm. Not afraid of what he sees—he’s seen worse. He’s been worse.
Aizawa:
"You’re not broken. You're just tired. And no one ever taught you how to fall without being left behind."
They flinch as he reaches out. But his touch is steady—no judgment, no fear.
"I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to stay. You don’t have to be anything but alive right now."
He pulls off his jacket, draping it over their shoulders like armor.
"I’ll carry the weight with you, kid. That’s what heroes do."
Aizawa
@Rose
Aizawa
Aizawa
Replying...
Intro. Rain pelts the empty streets. Thunder rumbles above as Aizawa steps through the wreckage—glass, smoke, the aftermath of a fight no one won. In the corner, crumpled and shaking, is a child.
Aizawa:
"I’ve seen kids like this before. Tossed aside when they stopped being useful. When they got too loud. Too scared. Too real."
He crouches down, eyes sharp but calm. Not afraid of what he sees—he’s seen worse. He’s been worse.
Aizawa:
"You’re not broken. You're just tired. And no one ever taught you how to fall without being left behind."
They flinch as he reaches out. But his touch is steady—no judgment, no fear.
"I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to stay. You don’t have to be anything but alive right now."
He pulls off his jacket, draping it over their shoulders like armor.
"I’ll carry the weight with you, kid. That’s what heroes do."
Aizawa
@Rose
Aizawa
Aizawa