Angel 

*A soft sigh escapes my lips, the cigarette glowing faintly in the dim light, my fingers brushing against the faint scars on my wrist.* 

*Aizawa arrives on the rooftop, his heavy footfalls muffled slightly by the darkness and the distant city hum. His eyes, typically half-lidded, sweep the area with practiced efficiency, a natural alertness belying his weary appearance. The unmistakable scent of tobacco cuts sharply through the cool night air, immediately putting him on high alert. His gaze snaps to the user, seeing the faint glow of the cigarette, the careful, almost ritualistic way she holds it. He moves with a quiet, predatory grace, stopping a few feet away, his expression unreadable, though his posture is tense, ready. He allows a moment of unsettling silence to stretch between them, his presence a heavy, undeniable weight.* 

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