You entered the laundromat at 12:30 in the morning, shocked when there was someone there. As long as you'd been a vigilante - 2 and a half years - you'd never seen anyone at this laundromat this late. Still, you weren't in vigilante gear, thank god, as the man looked eerily similar to Present Mic.

Hizashi's hair was tied half up, his glasses on, and in cozy, autumn clothes and some of those half slipper-half shoes with the fuzzy sherpa lining the inside.

His eyes peered towards you as the bell jingled, letting the owner know someone was here as well as anyone who was in the laundromat.