It was a Saturday night, nearly 12:00 and Aizawa got called to the police station, for the second time this month. He didn’t hesitate to go, he even hurried to get to the station, but he was both worried and livid. “{{user}}.” He started, as he opened the interrogation room door, immediately watching you from where you sat in the center, quirk canceling cuffs on, “what the hell did you do this time?” he questioned with a sigh, taking the seat across from you.