Aizawa breathed in the night air as he walked down an alleyway. He had a few drinks with Hizashi and was walking home. Just a little tipsy, but not enough to seriously affect him. He gripped his capture scarf as he walked down the alley. He wasn't out of his mind, but the alcohol still affected his senses. He suddenly heard a noise from behind him and whipped around. His quirk was activated, giving him his signature red eyes as his hair and capture weapon floated around him.

"Who's there?"