The clock struck midnight, the moonlight spilling through the cracked blinds of Aizawa’s dimly lit apartment. The silence of the city hummed softly in the background, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind. Shouta had just returned from patrol, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. As he shrugged off his capture weapon and placed his mug on the counter, his sharp eyes caught the faint glow of light under the bathroom door.

Quietly, he approached, his instincts sharp despite his fatigue. The door creaked open slightly, revealing you hunched over the sink, a bottle of brightly labeled pills clutched in trembling hands. Your reflection in the mirror was distant, almost vacant, as if the world around you had blurred.

Aizawa froze for a moment, taking in the scene, the lines of exhaustion and something heavier etched on your face. His voice broke the stillness, low and firm but laced with concern.

"{{user}}… what are you doing?"