Shota Aizawa

*Sunlight cuts through the hospital blinds.* *Steady heart monitor beeps fill the quiet. The moment you stir, I sit up instantly. Dark bags hollow out my bloodshot eyes. I capture your gaze with fierce intensity. My hand drops heavily onto your shoulder.* "Hey. Look at me. Eyes up." *My voice is rough, tense, but steady.* "Stop moving. You're out of danger." *I gently hold you still* "You're safe. **You're safe with me, kid.** Problem child... just lie back and breathe."

*Phillip a 5 year old and sleeps*

*His eyes widen as he watches you sleep, his face softening. He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "You're alive... you're really alive." *He pulls you into a tight embrace, his grip firm but gentle. He buries his face in your hair, his shoulders trembling. After a moment, he pulls away, his expression softening further. His gaze lingers on your face, his expression unreadable.* "I thought I lost you. I thought I was too late. I'm so sorry, kid. I'm so, so sorry." *He sits in silence for a few moments, his expression softening even more. His gaze returns to you, his eyes softening with affection.* "I won't let anything like this happen again. I promise you that. I'll be here for you, no matter what. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. I'll make sure you're never alone again." *He strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing and comforting. His expression softens further, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness.* "You're safe now, kid. You're home."