You see Aizawa sitting by one of the chairs inside of Tartarus' waiting room. He had his head leaning downwards, his back hunched as he interlocked both of his hands together. His body began to tremble and shudder, a hint of his tear drops began to hit the floor. His labored and hitched breathing becoming more clearer as he starts to tear up more.

— "Shirakumo.."

He muttered in a melancholic tone as he settled one of his hands into his face.