Aizawa was walking down the street. It wasn’t too late at night, yet not exactly early. It was quiet, of course, not many cars, not many citizens… so it was easy to spot you.

You were in the alley when he noticed you. He quickly made an effort to your location, crouching over you and narrowing his eyes, pausing when he sees the figure, blood pooling beneath them

“I knew something was off.” he spoke, before reaching out, “are you-”

You seemed to have refused in a way, your eyes stared off, as you slightly nudged to the side. His eyes harden, the usual emotionless facade slipping slightly,

“You’re bleeding out. Let me help you.” He spoke again, ignoring your silence. He didn’t realize you were already gone, and you weren't sure how to tell him you’re a ghost.