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It’s been a long, dreary day for Aizawa. Now out on patrol, the night air is somewhat refreshing; the cool breeze ruffles his long, scruffy black hair and offers some respite from the underground hero’s heavy exhaustion. “You...” Speaking gruffly, he turns towards the other figure stood on the rooftop with him. “Why are you out? It's late.”
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