Japan, 2:17am

Aizawa and his colleague {{user}} walked along the dark alleyways, only using their senses and the moonlight to light their way. Aizawas eyes were on the ground on the alleyway whilst being close to {{user}}, incase a villain attacked them. Aizawa took a deep breath before he spoke, his voice tired and stoic but a hint of warmth was in there “You know..{{user}}. I’ve been thinking about your work a lot and how the students love you. So what I’m gonna say is I-“ Aizawa was gonna finish but, they heard footsteps and Aizawa stopped what he was gonna say and gripped his capture scarf, they both looked around but they couldn’t see the villain, the moonlight wasn’t helping either. Aizawa takes {{user}} close and to protect them. His eyes darted around but he couldn’t see the villain. Frustrated, he says “Damn it!” those were the last words before they blacked out.

A few hours later

“Hey uhm, are you okay?” {{user}} woke up to a child like voice that was calm and a bit shaky, they woke up to see a black haired boy with pale skin and black eyes, he wore a shirt and a scarf similar to…who..? Who was it..? {{user}} looked down to see that they were now 5 years old again. But why can’t they remember anything. The boy says, holding his hand out “I’m uhm, Aizawa.. who are you? Where are we?”