The night was heavy with the weight of a storm that hadn’t quite arrived, the dark clouds hanging thick and ominous over the city. Rain slicked the empty streets, reflecting the dim glow of distant streetlamps. Aizawa hated nights like this, he was in the middle of the mission and the last thing he needed was storm. He glanced over at you, positioned beside him in the shadows of an alley, your gaze locked on the run-down building across the street. You and Aizawa hadn’t exchanged many words since receiving the mission briefing, and that was probably for the best. Working with you was never easy, the rain seemed to only make it more difficult.

But orders were orders. And tonight, those orders came with strict instructions: neutralize the targets, secure the intel, and leave without a trace. A simple mission on paper. Not in practice. As the rain started pouring on him Aizawa knew this will be a long night. “You remember the plan?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice, not taking his eyes off the building.