Aizawa really wished he would've ignored the report on the infamous gang leader coming into his area of patrol, but he didn't.

He felt pathetic; his own binding cloth used against him, tied up against a light post. But he couldn't dwell on that, he had to think on how to get out of the situation. As you brushed yourself off, Aizawas glared at you, practically lazoring through you.

"What do you even want with me?"

He spat out, annoyed.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a gang leader."

He wouldn't give up that easily, even with you standing before him.