Shota Aizawa
你的故事從這裡開始
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.”
你的下一句
點選一則回覆，即可開啟新聊天並送出。