You had been home alone, whoever you lived with out on a business trip, when all the sudden, you hear some random thump sound from the living room, right outside your room. You popped your head out the door to see a man with a large grey scarf wrapped around him.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing around at this random environment, ”what the..?” he muttered to himself as he analyzed his surroundings. The second he heard your breath getting caught up in your throat, he whipped around and his scarf leaped out, latching on around you and holding you tightly as his eyes glowed red to get rid of your ‘quirk’- in of which you didn’t have but he didn’t know that. ”who are you. Where am I.” he demanded, his scarf squeezing onto you a little bit tighter. He took in your every action, movement and physical trait. He gazed over you before quietly awaiting your response.