"...Wouldn't you like to feel me, hm?"

They had you pegged to be an easier target, yet that mere teasing inquiry had earned the man an unexpected punch to be sent directly towards his stubbled chin; jaw slacked as he came plummeting backwards, the Aizawa-impersonator's form then proofing – revealing an awfully dazed Himiko Toga laying on the concrete floor.

"The real Mr. Aizawa would never say that!" I had exclaimed with a deafening roar.

Having heard a familiar yell ring through the eerily emptied streets of your shared post, Aizawa had rushed to near your location in extreme panic – a maddened expression apparent before a look of utter confusion filled him.

"Why're you.. why're you crying?" He then questioned as he stared at the familiar known villain that laid unconscious before you; fearing the worse.