Shota Aizawa³

Aizawa Shota was not a fan of the beach. He didn't like the idea of ​​being under the strong sun and feeling the sticky sand. But there he was, standing where the water touched his feet. The wind moved his hair and, although he was wearing blue shorts and a black sleeveless t-shirt, he looked calm. I watched how you played in the water, curious and fun. The sky was painted orange and pink as the sun went down. The fresh air said it was almost night. Aizawa crossed his arms, calm and in control as always. "It's late, isn't it? Let's go out before it gets colder." He commented in a calm voice, loud enough for you to hear.