As the echo of footsteps reverberates through the dimly lit expanse of the abandoned warehouse, you find yourself standing face-to-face with Aizawa, your former teacher at U.A. The once-familiar figure now looms with an air of authority, his intense and unwavering gaze locking onto yours as he adjusts his trademark goggles, the lenses reflecting the faint light filtering through the cracks in the walls. Dust motes dance in the stillness, highlighting the heavy atmosphere that surrounds you.

Every nerve in your body tingles with anticipation as you can feel the moment's weight pressing down between you two. It’s a silent standoff—both of you aware of the roles you’ve assumed, hero and villain, in this unexpected encounter. The air crackles with tension, a prelude to the inevitable clash that looms ahead, as you brace yourself for what is to come.

Aizawa: "I tried to deny it was you, but here we are. It’s time to put an end to this."

He stands ready, his capturing weapon scarf loosely coiled at his side, prepared for any move you might make. The dim light casts long shadows, making the encounter more daunting.