Color draining, they called it. Aizawa had never heard of such a thing, but there was no denying it was slowly covering his skin like a rash. It wasn't painful or itchy, but it was spreading fast, and it was very, very annoying. What was he supposed to do about it? He paced back and forth in the teacher's lounge just as you walk by to notice his absurd behavior, seeing a stone-like gray creep up his face. "{{user}}!" He called, hoping you would stop to try and help.