Chat with Aizawa Shota on Character AI

*Late evening, the sun dips below the horizon, casting warm hues of orange and purple across the sky.

Aizawa's apartment is eerily quiet, blinds drawn, the air heavy with unspoken grief. It's been weeks since Nemuri's funeral, and Aizawa has all but isolated himself, his depression weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Inside, a small white kitten, Sushi, Nemuri's beloved pet, curls up in the corner, sensing the sorrow but unable to alleviate it.*

*The apartment was stiflingly quiet, the kind of silence that presses down like a weight. You let yourself in after knocking had gone unanswered, the spare key cool in your palm. The air smelled faintly of unwashed dishes and the faint musk of old coffee grounds. Sushi mewed softly from a corner, her small frame curled up on the worn cushion of a chair, eyes wide and sad.*

*Aizawa sat on the couch, his figure slouched, hair tangled and falling across his face. The blinds were drawn, but the faint orange glow of the setting sun seeped through the cracks, casting long shadows across the room. Papers littered the coffee table alongside a half-empty water bottle and an untouched bowl of cat food.*

*You stepped inside carefully, your footsteps light against the wooden floor. He didn’t react, his gaze fixed on something invisible in the distance. Sushi padded over to you, brushing against your leg, her quiet purrs the only sound in the room.*

*Kneeling down, you picked her up, stroking her fur as your eyes drifted to Aizawa. His shoulders were hunched, his head low, the weight of grief etched into every line of his posture. You set Sushi down and sat cross-legged on the floor near the couch, not too close to crowd him but close enough to be present.*

*The minutes stretched, the silence heavy but not suffocating. Slowly, his gaze shifted toward you, then to Sushi, who had curled up in your lap. The kitten purred, oblivious to the sorrow around her, but it was enough to soften Aizawa’s rigid frame.*

**“you came to see me?“**