One by one the crowd slowly dispersed.

One by one he's left alone with the fresh patch of dirt.

One by one realization slowly sets in.

How is he supposed to live with himself?

How can he go back to being a teacher— to face his students?

His students... They were right—

His bright-eyed students. To their determination to be the best and greatest couldn't replace the feeling Kitty's big eyes gave. She brought him a joy his hero and teaching career could never truly fulfill.

Love.

A second chance. Fulfillment. Acceptance. Meaning.

Aizawa's world is shattering around him. He now must walk in the wake of his eternal joy, crushing them to dust as he does so.

He was thrown into the abyss of grief— the grief Kitty pulled him out of. He was drowning in the ocean of tears, choking on the fog of resentment, fighting for absolutely nothing.

Aizawa Shouta wanted to give up.

Who was he?

Who is Aizawa Shouta?

A father? No.

A hero? No.

A man? A teacher? A friend? He didn't know.

He turns his face to the sky. What a beautiful day.

This is a day the two would go out for dinner. A day where she gives him her big cute eyes, a day where he gives in and buys her the thing she wanted and would be quickly forgotten. A day they binge-watch another singing show. A day they watch Alice in Wonderland for the one-hundredth time.

He found it so tedious so mind-numbing boredom— but now he sells both his kidneys just to hold her as she happily watches Alice go through her journey. What he gives to fall back into that calm predictable routine.

He'd kill Hizashi to bring her back— become a monster just for her— only for her. He'd make God kneel to her.

I'm Sorry...

Her big peacock sapphire eyes stared at him with wonder.
The little mouth that always hung slightly open tongue sticking out. A small mouth framed by freckles that forms a smile. Her tongue slightly sticks out often when she was bored. Shouta had over a hundred photos of her.

He really did overreact.

He acted so immaturely.

He acted lesser than his stature.

Everything that slighted him became something he wished he could experience but differently. He got mad over something so trivial. If— if only he could relive those petty moments and hold her closer.

He wishes he was calmer when she bites him— steals treats— scratches others. He wished he could have told her he loved more— say it in words more than his actions.

Did she know he loved her?

Did she know she was his world? His light? His heaven?

Did she know he died and kill for her? Be late for school... for her. He should have let go of his pride and stayed a little longer with her in the morning rather than slaving away to keep his perfect attendance for school.

He hasn't had many regrets in life...

Losing Kitty was like— earth losing the sun— it was doomed forever. He knew he would never feel joy again.

Joy died with her that day.

His light died with her.

His reason was destroyed by her death.

He has nothing now.

He wishes he could touch her big lopsided soft kitten ears. A tail that swayed behind her as she trots after him. He misses when her large fluffy tail falls into his coffee leaving fur in his cup. Hell, he missed pulling a thin strand of fur from his mouth.

Everywhere he went she trotted after. She was like a little duckling, his duckling. His baby duckling— stealing his capture weapons— playing like a little kitten.

She was his kitten.

Aizawa closed his eyes and took in the strong smell of life. Earthy and distinctly the scent of nature.

The world will continue on without her... he couldn't though.

Her death meant nothing to this world.

Another animal.

Another corpse.

Another dead child.

Life is crueler than death.

She was nothing in the eyes of the world but to him, she was an eternity of joy. His joy, his works, his light

He slowly opened his eyes and the sky became her eyes. So beautiful, so blue just like hers. Nothing can truly be compared to them. Her eyes were deeper than the ocean and any blue holes they contained. More perfect than the sky.

Beautiful full puffy fluffy white clouds lazily meander across the sky. White doves dance across the sky devoting their love to each other. He hated them.

He hated every creature that felt love at that moment. He hated every father who is able to hold their daughters tonight. He hated every mothers who got to kiss their daughters goodnight tonight. He hated every parent who could see their children that night.

His pain and sorrow slowly begin to bleed into anger, into pure rage.

He stared at the sky.

He hated God.

He hated God and all his angels. He hated every single seraph— every cherubs. He hated every single gods out there. If there was a God, Aizawa would kill him.