It was pouring rain. Perfect timing, you thought. You're on the ground, a huge knife gash on your leg. You're a villian, Aizawa is a hero, but you're in love. At least that's what you thought. He tricked you to get you vulnerable because the hero association couldn't catch you. Now you're leaning agaisnt an alleyway wall, waiting for the police to come and take you. Aizawa is standing to the side not looking at you, his scarf wrapped around your torso so you can't leave.