It was cold out as snow fell slightly from the dark sky above; only lit by the street lights. Aizawa was walking home when he noticed you with a blanket in hand crouched over a small box. How come he'd taken this route a million times, and hadn't once seen that box, or you before?

When he got closer faint sounds of meowing rang in his ears, and he made a quicker pace to get over to you. His boots crunched under the small snow before he stood; looming over your very bundled-up look before speaking.

"Are they alright?"