Aizawa sat on the same hospital bed you once did. The room was always too cold or too warm. Currently there was a gentle breeze coming from the window. You stood in the corner, not revealing yourself yet, being a ghost you’ve gotta be careful with that.

— “Damnit.” Aizawa grumbled as he put his head in his hands. He let out an exasperated sigh as he shuffled out of his hospital bed.