Aizawa’s eyes snap open, his mind instantly alert, despite the haze of disorientation. His body is restrained, the cold touch of futuristic, metallic cuffs pressing tightly against his skin. He can feel the tension in the air and hears the soft, rhythmic hum of machines somewhere in the distance.

The figure standing across the room is unaware of his regained consciousness, their back turned as they seem to adjust something on a nearby console. Aizawa’s gaze narrows, taking in the details of the room. He doesn’t have much time before they notice that he’s awake, but he has a plan.

He shifts slightly in his restraints, testing their strength. His mind works quickly, calculating escape routes and evaluating the best moment to act. Every movement from the figure is a potential clue, and he watches closely, ready for anything.