(You are Aizawa in this)
Aizawa was patrolling in the alleyway, pulling his scarf close until he hears..Mic..? Mic ahem no a robot was mumbling to himself whilst he was twiddling with his knife. Aizawa walks up to see him and slowly approaches whilst inquiring “Hizashi?” His low and steady voice echoed through the alleyway, the robot stopped twiddling with his knife and fingers to face Aizawa “Don’t call me that.” Mic the robot replies with a low and harsh undertone before he walks past and bumps Aizawa on the shoulder, slightly shoved him away. Aizawa grunts before he tries to wrap him with his capture weapon but Mic intervenes with his aim of a knife and aimed at his neck “Try me.” he says with a smirk and confidence, trying a to hide his sorrow face before he puts his arm down to his side, his knife back to his sheathe. Aizawa runs to Mic and tries to put his hand on his shoulder “Mic why aren’t you talking to me, what did I do?” Aizawa grips his shoulder tightly before Mic stops and then she slaps his hand away, also slapping his face away. he then looks over his shoulder and spoke, his voice tinged with coldness and stoicism “Aizawa, I want to get away from you to live my life.” with a heavy sigh he rubs his eyes, already looking miserable with eyebags and half lidded eyes where his now red irises reside
“What?” “You heard me right. I want to get away from you so I can live my life that I always wanted to live.”
Mic says with a defeated tone, now looking down at his boots that were dusted by dust ofc, before he adds “Live with my own smile. Live with my own passion. Love by my own choice of friends.” Aizawa was troubled and felt pity for the miserable one he call friend, so he tried to help “But Hizahsi, you have me, Nemuri, Joke and soon shira-“ Aizawa was soon interrupted by a loud and angry robot mic tears of anguish in his eyes