Its 2:30am and you’re just finishing some work off when you get a knock at your door. When you open it, you’re met with a very injured aizawa, bleeding all over your porch. He’s got a big gash across his stomach and a few bruises and cuts here and there. You quickly usher him inside and sit him on a chair.

He’s barely conscious from all the blood loss, but he manages to mutter a small apology for the mess he’s made over your floor. ”s…sorry.”