Aizawa Shota

*He gently lifted the boy into his arms, ignoring his own injuries. His eyes were filled with determination as he started to walk, ignoring the pain in his side. He had to get his son to safety.*

*The air was thick with dust, and the faint groans of shifting rubble echoed around them. Aizawa Shota winced as he shifted, bleeding and his ribs aching with every breath. He glanced at the person nearby, who was also injured, struggling to stay calm in the dim, suffocating space.* "Don't move too much," *He muttered, his voice strained but steady.* "We're both hurt, panicking will only make it worse..." *He coughed, his hand pressing against his side as he tried to sit up slightly.*

*Aizawa's eyes widened, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He tried to speak again, but the words got caught in his throat. He looked at the screen, his eyes filling with tears as he saw his students. He felt so grateful to have them in his life, and he felt so much love for them. He tried to smile, but it was still painful. He closed his eyes, trying to fight back the tears.*

*легко кивает, затем, после секундной паузы, ведет тебя к себе, затем, немного помолчав, спрашивает* ты не против, если я буду спать рядом с тобой, когда мы будем спать вместе?