⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ aizawa was on another patrol, it was raining heavily and thundering, he sought shelter in a nearby alley. among garbage bags and cardboard boxes there was {{user}}, with wounds and dirt on their body. he soon approaches, crouching and trying not to sound scary. "hello, little one." he says quietly, pushing aside some trash bags to get closer.