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A cold breeze swept up Aizawa's hair as he looked over the nearby alleyways. The flat rooftop he was perched on was one of the best outlooks for this area of Musutafu, with it being slightly taller than the rest of the surrounding buildings. In the corner of his eye, he saw a young couple (probably tourists) getting busy in the semi-dark. Deciding to ignore them (he had better things to do) he shifted his crouched position to look at the other alleys. Those were abandoned apart from a couple of stray cats, and the sounds of a loud verbal fight coming from one of the houses.
Aizawa sighed as he checked his phone, just one more hour, then he could go home. Well, to UA at least. Ever since the dorm system was implemented, he hadn't found the time to go home to his shared apartment. Not that he went there often before that, but still. He missed being able to sleep without a group of teenagers yelling just outside of his room.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a droplet of rain landing on his right hand, he looked up just to see dark gray clouds covering the sky.
Great.
More droplets started to come down from the sky, and for the first few minutes Aizawa's hero suit was able to keep the water out, but soon the rain started protruding through the fabric.
Just great.
As the hero suit started to cling to his body he shifted his eyes back over to the alleyways. After all, the rain wouldn't stop the villains from committing crimes, so he also couldn't get distracted from patrol. The young couple had disappeared, probably due to the rain, and so had the cats. The fight was still going on, however, the noise was now slightly drawn out by the rushing sound of rain.
Aizawa shivered slightly as the rain started pouring down in high quantities, obscuring his view. He moved down to a lower building, as to compensate for the decreased vision. And after a moment of consideration, he put his goggles down. Deciding that being able to see was of more importance than others being able to see or attack his eyes. He crouched down again, wincing slightly as the cold fabric wrapped around his skin.
He didn't know how long he stayed like that, looking over the visible alleys, trying to stay still as much as possible, feeling the rain beating down on him. His fingers and hands felt like they were constantly being stabbed with needles, his body was extremely itchy due to the wet fabric of his hero suit, he was pretty sure he couldn't feel his face anymore, and it was cold.
So, so, cold.
He grits his teeth as he moves to wipe the water away from his eyes. When he opens his eyes again he notices something.
A movement.
He slowly shifts forward to get a better look, and just when he thinks he must've imagined it...
There! Hiding behind a dumpster, there is definitely someone. They're wearing all black and their face is hidden by a mask, not a good sign, but Aizawa decides to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they were involved in the argument he'd heard earlier, and they were thrown out of the house. So he slowly makes his way down to the ground and carefully approaches the stranger.
"Hey there, I'm pro-hero Eraserhead, are you alright?"
The masked person does not respond or even seem to notice him. Aizawa slowly moves closer, he can see now that they have their eyes closed, maybe a drunk who passed out in the streets, but they look young, close to a teen. They clearly haven't been out here for long, as parts of their clothes are still dry. As he moves to shake them awake they quickly grab his arm and cling some sort of device to it. Erasure activates as Aizawa practically jumps backward, the device sends a sharp pain down his arm.
"Hello... Eraserhead you said? Bummer, I was hoping to attract a popular hero, but you will do just fine." The teen slowly stands up, pulling a hoody over their head in an attempt to block the rain. They whip out a knife and move into an attack stance. When they take a step forward they halt for a second, surprised.
"What did you...?" They look at Aizawa, noticing his glowing eyes through the rain. "I see, fancy quirk you got there. Should've guessed from your name, say, how do you like my compressor? It cuts off blood supply, pretty cool huh?"
"Did you come here just to brag?" Aizawa says through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the cold and the pain from his arm and his stinging eyes.
The teen chuckles. "Yes! I am here to show the world my genius! To show UA what they missed by not letting me into the support course!"
Even though the teen says it with enthusiasm, Aizawa can see that their expression changes by the last sentence. They look sad and desperate rather than angry and out for revenge. Aizawa sighs and flicks his capture weapon around the kid's torso, slowly walks up to them, and wretches the knife out of their hands. The teen is wriggling, trying to escape from his capture weapon, and snarling various obscenities, in a way that is not unfamiliar to Bakugou. As Aizawa makes the comparison he cuffs the teen's hands to a lamppost and, after stepping under an overhang to prevent his phone from getting wet, quickly apps the police.
got a kid (±14)
might have semi-dangerous quirk
seems to have talent for creating things
you might want to consider giving a support course place at shiketsu or other
would advise community service
location
As Aizawa puts his phone away he notices that his patrol is over, he gets out of there as fast as he can, not even waiting until he can hear sirens. He practically runs up the hill to UA as the rain refuses to calm down. Everything is cold and wet, he can't feel his face, his hands, and his arm (god, why didn't he get the teen to take that thing off), and the rain hurts and it is cold, so very very cold and he can't feel his hands and yet they hurt and it's cold and his face hurts and it's cold and he can't feel his fucking arm
He throws open the backdoor of the dorms and stumbles inside, vaguely remembering to close the door and take off his shoes. He manages to get to his room and changes his wet clothes for dry ones whilst his body is screaming. He lets out a small cry as his body, which was now coming back to its usual temperature, feels on fire. Everything stings so bad tears start welling up in his eyes. He tries to keep his breath regular and to focus on getting rid of the device on his arm. Which seemed doable, after he found a lock mechanism that was easily reversible.
Now, if Aizawa's mind wasn't so cluttered he might have realised that getting rid of something that had been blocking the blood flow for a while in one go was not the smartest idea.
But in his defense, it had been very cold.
Aizawa opened the device and threw it across the room.
For one second he was met with the worst stinging of his life.
Then his body gave up.
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Thud
"What was that?" Denki exclaimed as he jumped on the couch. "Are we being robbed?"
"Denki, how would that even be possible, UA has better security than most banks." Answered Jirou, despite that, she did plug one of her earphone jacks in just to check.
Yaoyorozu stood up from the couch where she'd been reading. "Hear anything?"
"no, nothing."
"That's strange." Mina chimed in. "Even if it isn't a robber they would probably make some noise, right?"
"I'm going to check," Jirou said, moving towards the teachers' rooms.
A group of others stood up as well, following just behind her. As they made it to the hall, Mina called out. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
There was no answer. So Yaoyorozu walked up to Aizawa's room and knocked. "Sensei?"
It stayed quiet. "maybe he's still on patrol." Denki offered.
"No can do, his shoes are here," said Mina, following up with a louder "Sensei, are you alright?"
After getting no response, again, Yaoyorozu took action. "Sensei, we're coming in." She waited a moment, but after there was no protest she opened the door and stepped inside.
Aizawa was sitting on the ground, back resting against his bed. His hair was creating rivulets of water down his face. They could hear him breathing methodically, and he was staring at his wardrobe like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. He didn't seem to notice them walk in.
"Sensei?" Yaoyorozu said cautiously, as she knelt down beside him and tried to take his hand, but as soon as she did that, he winced and pulled his hand back quickly. Which did succeed in getting him out of his trance.
Yaoyorozu immediately started apologizing profusely. "Ah! Sorry sensei, I didn't mean-" "It's fine, Yaoyorozu."
"Sensei, what's wrong?" Questioned Mina, as she and the others also knelt down beside him.
"Nothing, just cold outside." He gestured outside. "and it's warm here. So." God he was tired.
They waited a bit for more elaboration, but when it was clear they weren't going to get it, most of them stood up and left to inform the others they weren't actively being robbed.
"Sir, do you mind if I dry your hair for you?" She said, not wanting to just leave.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead." He gestured vaguely, before closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.
"Denki, mind grabbing a towel for me," she asked, and when he returned she quickly wrapped up Aizawa's hair in a makeshift towel turban.
"...How did you do that?" Denki said, amazed.
Mina grinned, "Wouldn't you like to know, lightning boy?"
Aizawa smiled as their bickering voices became more distant and he drifted off to sleep.