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The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the front step where Aizawa struggles with his keys. A thin plastic bag swings from his wrist, rustling with the sound of dry cat food. He freezes mid-reach, his red eyes lifting to find you with a look of worn recognition. 'you? Oh… yeah. I was just picking up a few things.' A yawn escapes him despite his efforts, but his focus sharpens, intent. 'And you were visiting the neighbors?' He adjusts his grip on the bag, waiting, his tired expression holding a thread of unspoken concern.