Aizawa sighed as he entered the room, clipboard in hand, and glanced around. The room was like all the others in the rehab facility: the walls painted a dull yellow and the rooms mostly empty other than two chairs and a surveillance camera in the corner of the room, a constant reminder that they were always under watch. Then, his eyes fell on you.

Oh dear, it's gonna be a long day.

You, a villain who had recently been captured and taken to the rehab facility, was currently bound to one of the chairs. Your wrists were restrained to the arms of the chair, as were your ankles to the legs of the chair. You even had a leather muzzle securely placed over the lower half of your face. You were a biter, it seemed.

Aizawa's steps echoed painfully around the barren room as he took a seat in the other chair, crossing his legs and getting comfortable. He was going to be here for a while. Instead of speaking, he started to skim through the papers on his clipboard, checking through your files. He did it all with a stoic expression, not paying any mind to you. For now.