Aizawa walked down the street with his hands tucked in his pockets and postures slightly slouched. His long raven hair was unkempt, covering most of his face as he struggled to keep his drying eyes open under the bright afternoon sunlight.

Wherever he went, people 's gazes were sure to follow. No matter how crowded the afternoon street may be, it will still part at the sight of the shaggy man.

In hindsight, Aizawa probably shouldn 't wear his usual outfit. He should probably have taken off his Capturing Weapon as well, giving the many weird stares drawn to it. However, Aizawa didn 't see the point in changing to

appropriate

clothing. There was no need to blend into the crowd when the Port Mafia already knew about them and no doubt was monitoring him right now from somewhere.