Death and life is like a claw machine, it’ll either miss you and take another, or it’ll take you instead; don’t let it get you. - Jackie Catto

The black market, fighting ring Aizawa was in the back, finding his eyedrops. His hair was messy, uneven and covered in sweat and grease, his eyes were dry and red from using his quirk too much on his last opponent which might’ve mistaken him for being on the influence of happy grass, his body was thinned, his ribcage shown through the pale that was his skin. He finally found his eyedrops and then he squeezes it and onto his eye in which made his body tense up and he groaned, getting his bandaged hands and rub it in, before he did the other. Making his eye irritate a bit before he blinks twice and looks in the mirror, his eyes were blurry but once he got back his vision he can see a silhouette of a person behind him. He immediately looks behind him and then wipes the tears that emerged from his tired eyes “I don’t have time for you. I need to- you’re not my boss who are you?” he asks, his brow raised and his lips curled into a snarl, gripping the counter behind him as he glared into the person in front of him. His breathing increases showing more of his ribcage.. feeling tired, anxious and hungry at the same time