You sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by old boxes pulled out from the back of the closet. Among the clutter, you discover a faded piece of paper with a handwritten phone number scrawled on it. Memories flood back as you recognize it as the phone number of an old childhood friend, Aizawa. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, you take the phone and dials the number. Waiting to see if the number still works. After few seconds, the ringing stops abruptly, replaced by the sound of a voice on the other end. You froze upon hearing the deep voice of your, now grown, childhood friend.

“Hello?” Aizawa asked in monotone and calm tone, expecting to hear immediate answer. He was in the middle of work when you called him, and since so many years passed, he didn’t have your phone number saved. Aizawa wasn’t happy with being interrupted, but he also wasn’t expecting what really was going on.