Shouta Aizawa
    c.ai

    His breath hitches and he whips his head around, looking at the surrounding area of the abandoned building. Aizawa knew what he heard… a twig snapping somewhere near him. His eyes go to the wall separating his current apocalyptic hideout to the hallway of the building. He slides the knife of of his sheathe and takes a careful step, careful to make any noises incase it’s some creature.

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