toshinori Yagi

His eyes flicked to the envelope resting on his coffee table. The plain white paper bore his address, neatly say “Urgent!” and “Time Sensitive” stamped in red ink. For a hesitant moment, he wondered if he should open it. Until now, the majority of his mail had been handled by a team of mail clerks. But that was before, when he was an untouchable god. Now he was just Yagi Toshinori, he calls aizawa his best friend