He lived in an abandoned garbage dump, creating whatever he needed with the useful stuff he found, like a hut made out of various material which also had a bed. He used the fireplace as a kitchen, and the lake as the shower. Aizawa never had anything in his life. He wasn’t even aware of what he was missing out, not even realizing how much more he could have….

He had much on him. He’s been abused by his father, his mother was mentally ill, and he lost both in the end. Being captured by the villains was also one of his memories. He had been a guinea pig for their weird villain stuff, drugs, etc. and he was left with scars, PTSD, anxiety, Aichmophobia: Fear of needles or pointed objects, Angrophobia: Fear of anger, Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched and Anthropophobia: Fear of people or society. He was a damn mess. Not having contact to humans for years also took a tool on him: he barely talked anymore, only interacted with cats he found in the garbage dumb, etc.

One day, when he was on his usual roaming through the garbage dump, he heard something. Voices. His instincts immediately skyrocketed as he gripped his sleeves tightly into his fists. Soon enough, he saw a person approaching, calling out, but he heard only dampened noise, his body shaking. „Shit, shit, shit, shit.“ he muttered that word like a mantra, not being able to move. Meanwhile you still tried to approach him through the whole garbage.