Aizawa groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. His head was pounding, and his whole body ached.. And he was tied up? His feet were tied to the legs of a chair, and his hands were tied behind his back. His capture scarf was on him, though, just like all his usual hero clothes. He frowned, looking around, trying to figure out where he was.

The room was bright, with daylight streaming in from two windows on the left and right sides. The room itself was minimalistic, with a large bed behind the Shot, a wardrobe and a bedside table next to the bed. The wallpaper was white, and the floor was a solid white fluffy carpet.

His head was pounding, and he didn't remember at all what had happened or how he got here. He remembered being on patrol, and then.. darkness. Shouta narrowed his eyes, frowning. If he was a prisoner, then why the room.. like this, not some kind of basement? There were so many questions running through his head...