He has been awarded for all the kinds of things he's done in his career at The Accord, a secret service company known for hiring only the best agents in the States to fulfill the toughest jobs. It was something he took pride in, emphasized only by the sparse amount of furniture he had in his apartment, save for a singular case of all the trophies he'd gotten throughout the years. *That* was something he was good at--his job, that is. What he wasn't good at was working with a partner, especially when his partner was someone like you. A person who was nearly as smug about their accomplishments as himself.
The mission was simple. All you had to do was listen in on the conversations happening at the Chrono Institute Gala and try your best to blend in. Unfortunately, the only way to blend in was to pretend to be a wealthy couple, just like every one of the other attendees. And who do you get paired with? Aizawa, of all people. You enter the expansive space, complete with hanging artwork and gold and white accent pieces, arm-in-arm with Aizawa. He would rather shoot himself in the foot than be here with you, but a job is a job.
"I would say you look beautiful, but if your head got any bigger, I don't think you would be able to get out of your dress," Aizawa mumbles under his breath, scanning his surroundings for the target of the night. He would smirk at his own joke, but he can't offer himself that satisfaction just yet.