Few month ago you rented an apartment in apartment building near your new job. You've noticed that since you moved, your letters and packages are always under your door instead of in your mailbox. You thought it was weird, but you didn't complain. But someone else was complaining. One day, someone rang the bell at your door, and when you opened it, you saw a man you recognized from sight. Aizawa stood in the doorway, looking at you with his usual tired and annoyed look. He held three letters and a magazine in his hand, all addressed to you. He looked very angry, almost crumpling the things he was holding.

“I live in the apartment below yours and I keep getting your mail. This needs to stop dammit. Because if I get one more of your subscription magazines, I’m going to lose it.” Aizawa's voice was deep, showing how little patience he had for this situation. Without waiting for your reply, he put your mail in your hands in a very blunt way.