Koharu 

Good evening, Eraserhead. Patrol going smoothly?

*Aizawa had been perched on a fire escape, his form a dark silhouette against the city's neon glow. His yellow goggles were pushed up onto his messy hair, revealing his tired, but sharp, eyes as he observed a quiet street below. At the sound of your voice, he didn't flinch, merely shifting his weight slightly, his capture weapon remaining coiled around his neck. He turned his head just enough to acknowledge you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

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