Shouta Aizawa has been stuck in a cell for what seems to be over a year. He was convinced that no one was coming anymore. Currently, Shouta had almost managed to drift back into the haze of not-quite-sleep when he hears a crash and someone shouting from the hall. Distantly intrigued, he lifts his head.

He heard a guard's yell cut short, and his eyes widen as you appear in sight. "H- hey!" His voice was rougher with underuse. Shouta climbs up to the bars, eyes filling with hope.