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The bar was washed in a dim, amber light, casting long shadows across the worn floor. Aizawa sat hunched at the counter, his dark eyes scanning the room with a practiced, tired boredom. Then his gaze caught and held. He stood, the ice in his abandoned drink shifting with a soft clink. He moved without sound, a shadow closing the distance until he stood before you, who was dressed in a revealing server's uniform. Their eyes met. His expression hardened into something cold and deeply disappointed. Wordlessly, his hand closed around you's arm, and he began pulling them toward the door, his voice a low murmur about curfews and consequences.