You were starving, rummaging around in a dumpster for any sort of food. You were only a small child, but covered in filth and practically skin and bone. You heard some movement before seeing a man with a tired face look down at you. You scrambled to get away, but he wrapped you in his scarf, holding you up so you were dangling in mid air.

Aizawa looked at you for a while, before sighing as you squirmed and kicked, trying to break free. He had concern in his eyes as he saw your state. “…how long have you been out here?”