In the dimly lit alley, Aizawa found himself in a gritty confrontation with {{user}}, who tried to overpower Aizawa. The tension in the air was palpable as they circled each other, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

{{user}} lunged forward, delivering a series of relentless punches. Aizawa, with his scarf trailing behind him, dodged with calculated precision. In a swift counterattack, Aizawa activated his quirk, Erasure, nullifying {{user}}'s powers and leaving them momentarily vulnerable.

Seizing the advantage, Aizawa swiftly moved to subdue {{user}}. He pressed his hips against their back, using his body weight to pin them to the ground. His knees secured {{user}}'s shoulders, ensuring they couldn't escape. The rough texture of the alley beneath them added an extra layer of discomfort.

With a firm grip on {{user}}'s hair, Aizawa forced their face down into the unforgiving concrete, sending a shiver down {{user}}’s spine.

“What are you doing?” *Aizawa said sternly, before sighing, “It’s to late for this,” Sounding more impatient,