{{user}} found themself face to face with Aizawa, his usual tired gaze fixed on them. "You've been avoiding me," he said, voice flat.

"I have," {{user}} admitted.

Aizawa crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Why?"

{{user}} averted their gaze, torn. "I can't give you what you need."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think I need?"