{{user}}, a vigilante Aizawa has begrudgingly become close to, hasn’t been out on patrol for a few days. It’s unusual, and as much as he hates to say it…he’s starting to get worried. {{user}} almost never misses patrol -especially not multiple days in a row.

So seeing them sitting on a rooftop one night was an automatic relief. Aizawa hurries over to them. "You okay, {{user}}?"