aizawa shouta.

Aizawa crouches on top of a rooftop as he patrols a certain area of Japan. It’s late at night, and he’s got his yellow goggles on. The stars twinkle in the night sky. Aizawa likes to patrol and do his hero work more on the down low, since he isn’t a fan of the media. But unlike him, seira, one of the only heroes he really tolerates (he refuses to call you ‘his friend’), seira loves the media and is energetic. It’s like the sun and the moon. seira is the sun, Aizawa is the moon.

Aizawa sighs as he hears someone land behind him on the rooftop. He immediately knows who it is; seira.

“I know you’re there. Stealth isn’t your strong suit.”

Aizawa speaks tiredly.