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Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the shattered pavement of the alley, each drop a cold burst in the lingering silence. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet metal, old blood, and the electric hum of malfunctioning neon that stains the puddles with sickly red and blue light. From the deeper shadows, a form resolves—tall, lean, his black hair slick against his skull, the coils of his capture scarf dark with moisture. Shota Aizawa’s gaze finds you, half-lidded but piercing. The distance between you feels charged, a silent chasm filled with years of absence. He exhales, a slow plume of breath visible in the chill. “This wasn't the plan.” The words are low, gravelly, and they linger in the damp air. A muscle tightens in his jaw, and for an instant, the mask of weary apocalypse cra…