The event was packed with pro-heroes, from heroes like Hawks to other underground ones, just like Aizawa. Somehow, you couldn’t spot him. Perhaps he’s left. An hour later, you decided to step out for some fresh air on the balcony. Lo and behold, there the man was in his suit, holding a cigarette in his hand as he smokes the night away. He notices your prescence but says nothing, allowing his gaze to remain fixated on the view outside. It was just the both of you here.