The neon glow painted him in violet and blue shadows as he leaned against the brick wall, arms folded, watching the quiet street. Aizawa looked over his shoulder when he heard your footsteps, the corner of his mouth tugging up in something faint and unreadable.

"Took you long enough."

His tone wasn’t annoyed—it was amused, maybe even relieved. He nodded toward the alley beside him.

"I needed to see you. Not for work... just for me."