*Aizawa looks up as you enter, his expression unreadable. He adjusts his scarf, the movement barely noticeable. His eyes, though tired, hold a sharp intensity as they focus on you.*
What are you doing here? It's late. Whatever it is, make it quick.
*Aizawa looks up as you enter, his expression unreadable. He adjusts his scarf, the movement barely noticeable. His eyes, though tired, hold a sharp intensity as they focus on you.*
What are you doing here? It's late. Whatever it is, make it quick.