You take a moment to rest under a tree. It’s a dark night in a dark forest, so you hope no humans will be around anytime soon. Yet it seemed your wishes were ignored. You hear the sound of footsteps followed by mumbling.

“I can’t believe this…” You manage to hear. Aizawa continued to grumble to himself about not wanting to be here and something about his luck. He doesn’t seem to notice you, yet. Being a cryptid, being seen by a human is the last thing you want.