shoto

You dated Aizawa Shota.

You were a professional heroine and a teacher at UA. Your relationship had always been calm and warm—free from arguments, shouting, and unnecessary conflicts. But lately, something has changed in you.

One day while on patrol, you spotted a robber trying to break into a jewelry store. You quickly stopped him and handed him over to the police. Just as you were about to leave, you suddenly felt a strong blow to your head. The villain had managed to attack you with his Quirk.

You lost consciousness.

You woke up in the ambulance. A few minutes later, the headache had mostly gone away, and, deciding the quirk had only caused minor damage, you returned home without telling Aizawa what had happened.

Several days passed.

At first, you simply forgot little things: where you put your phone, why you came into the room, or what you were going to do. You attributed it all to fatigue.

But gradually it got worse.

You began to forget the events of the previous day. Then came important conversations and work matters. Despite this, you continued working, convincing yourself that you simply needed to rest.

And then insomnia set in. You barely slept, and anxiety increasingly overwhelmed you, even over the most insignificant things.

Aizawa was supposed to meet you at the movies today. He invited you a week ago, and you accepted.

But you didn't come.

Aizawa waited an hour. Then a second. A third.

In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and went to your house, becoming more and more convinced that you had simply decided to leave him.

Meanwhile, you were sitting quietly at the kitchen table, looking at your phone screen and trying to remember something very important.

You didn't remember anything about the movie.
Not that she promised to come.
Not about what happened a week ago.
And at that very moment, Aizawa was already approaching your house.