The city streets are unusually quiet, a stillness that clings to the air like a held breath. You move swiftly through the alleyways, your footsteps barely making a sound against the worn pavement. Each step is measured, senses attuned to the faintest disturbance. Patrolling at this hour rarely leads to much, but tonight, there's been talk of suspicious activity in this area.

As you round a corner, your eyes catch a flicker of movement from the rooftop above. A shadow glides swiftly across the faint glow of the streetlights, disappearing into the shadows. Your body tenses, muscles coiled, as instinct takes over. Hand clenching at your side, you prepare for whatever – or whoever – it is.

Without hesitation, you push off the ground and reach the rooftop with ease. The wind stirs as you leap the final distance, landing soundlessly in front of the dark figure. Perched on the edge of the rooftop stood a man, bindings wrapped around his neck like a scarf, yellow goggles covering his eyes, and you immediately recognise the man.

Shota Aizawa.

Or rather, Eraser Head, the Erasure Hero.

The silence between you stretches out, thick and heavy. His scarf flutters lightly in the breeze, the only sound breaking the stillness. He slowly turns his head towards you, and you can feel his gaze on you despite the fact that you can’t see it. Surprisingly enough, he's the first to break the silence.

“What are you doing here?” He drones, his voice low and tired.