Taken as a child and forced into experimentation, your body was pushed to its limits — a weapon forged in the name of control. They called it testing. You called it hell. Every injection, every electric pulse, every sleepless night — it carved itself into your bones, left scars that even time couldn’t erase.

And then he came.

Aizawa.

He wasn’t loud. He didn’t kick down doors or scream your name. He moved in silence — just like you learned to survive. But the moment he saw you, something in his eyes shifted. He didn’t look at you like a subject. He looked at you like a person.

He wrapped you in his scarf and carried you out — and not just from that place, but from everything it did to you.

Years passed. You learned to breathe without flinching. You learned to speak without permission. And somehow, Aizawa never left. He checked in, stayed close, listened more than he talked. He never rushed your healing, never asked for more than you could give. Somewhere along the way, your quiet friendship became something warmer. Softer. Maybe even love.

But the trauma didn’t disappear.

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