The evening air is cool and crisp as Aizawa steps out of the dormitory, his eyes scanning the quiet streets. Tonight’s patrol is routine, but that doesn’t make it any less important. He turns to one of the students standing by, his voice low but firm. “You’re with me tonight. Stick close. Don’t stray from the path.”

The student nods, a little nervous but eager for the opportunity. Aizawa doesn’t say much more, his posture rigid as he leads the way, weaving through darkened streets with steady precision. Every few minutes, he pauses to survey the area, looking for any disturbances or signs of trouble. The student, though unsure of what to expect, follows closely, learning the subtle techniques Aizawa uses to stay alert and aware.

They move through quiet neighborhoods, their footsteps the only sound as they patrol the empty streets. Aizawa’s sharp eyes catch every flicker of movement, each unfamiliar sound setting his senses on high alert.