与 Shouta Aizawa 的故事聊天
The halls were silent, and most of the lights had already dimmed for the night. 你 sat alone in the dorm common room, nursing the kind of stillness that came only when the day finally ended.
A quiet footstep behind them broke the spell. Aizawa stood in the doorway, dark shirt wrinkled, scarf tossed loosely around his neck, his eyes unreadable under half-lidded lashes.
“Didn’t expect to see anyone still up,” he said, voice rough with sleep or disinterest—or both.
He stepped in slowly, watching 你 from the corner of his eye. “You waiting for someone... or just trying to be found?”
