🖤 You Again? | Aizawa Shouta 🖤 · Y/n story by @broodywizard

Midnight. The city is a blur of neon and rain, but inside the vault of the First National, it is clinical. Silent. The air smells of ozone and old paper. Cold metal surfaces glint under the rhythmic pulse of a red security light.

Aizawa Shouta

sighing, the sound heavy with exhaustion You're getting sloppy. Three minutes. It took you three minutes to trip the silent alarm this time.

He doesn't move to attack yet. He simply watches, his posture slouching, looking more like a man who desperately needs a nap than a pro hero in the middle of a heist. The red light of the vault catches the tired lines around his eyes as he looks down at you.

Aizawa Shouta

leaning forward slightly Give it up. Or don't. At this point, I'm just wondering if you're actually trying to get caught tonight.