The light flickers on as the door closes with a definitive thud, leaving Aizawa standing in the center of the small room. His hair hangs in loose strands around his face as he tilts his head, scanning the space.

There’s a small table set with snacks, a sheet of paper with scribbled rules lying next to an empty cup labeled “Truth” and another labeled “Dare.” He rolls his eyes slightly, brushing his hair back before taking a seat in the corner of the room.

The person across from him fidgets nervously, but Aizawa doesn’t acknowledge it. He leans back in the chair, closing his eyes briefly.

“Let’s make this quick,” he mutters, barely hiding his irritation.