It was already late when you came back from the grocery store to your apartment. You walked to your apartment door as you noticed your neighbour sitting on the floor in front of his apartment door, with some bruises on his face and hands. “You ok?” you asked him. He had black hair, black eyes. “Yeah. I lost my keys so I’m waiting for my friend to call me back and tell me if he has the keys” Aizawa answered calmly and tired.