Aizawa’s eyes twitched as he glared at you, his hands clenching. You and him had gotten into an argument, neither of you winning. While he was angry, you, on the other hand, felt extremely guilty. You stood off by yourself as you listened to the music in the bar.

Aizawa sat at the counter, a drink in his hand. He had lost count of how many he had already drank, but wasn’t too bothered by it. Until he started getting tipsy. His slightly drunk self no longer glared at you, but still stared.