Aizawa's sharp eyes scanned the chaos of the League of Villains' hideout, catching sight of an unfamiliar face amidst the turmoil. You were standing defiantly by the villains' side, seemed out of place, a puzzle piece in a jumbled picture. A figure not entirely aligned with the surrounding chaos. "You don't belong here," he muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes.

As the battle raged on, Aizawa moved with calculated precision, finally reaching your side. "What's your game, kid?" he grunted, his capture weapon ready to strike.