Chapter 1
It was late in the evening, and Aizawa had just started his patrol. The sun had almost vanished completely from the sky. Still, Musutafu streets had some life, people walking home from a late shift, or finishing a late evening errand before almost everything closed.
He didn't particularly like starting his patrol this early, but that was a trade-off for more sleep. Normally he wouldn't even be able to start his shift early, but he had finished grading and lesson planning sooner than expected. Normally he'd then use the time before shift for a short nap. Another hero had an emergency though and he was left to pick up the slack with the promise that he would also get to end his patrol early. Ha, as if that would happen. He loved his jobs though, even if his students that passed his expectations were a pain.
Since he started earlier he mostly just blended in with the few people who still wandered the streets, and keep his ears open for trouble. He didn't expect much. Any criminal in waiting would choose to stay in hiding till the dark had fully encompassed the city.
In the more suburban area, he heard running. Aizawa headed towards the noise, not that he expected much. As he turned the corner he crashed into another mass, and papers flew, and while his reflexes saved him from falling, the same could not be said for the other. A scrawny green haired kid had fallen backward, scattering his papers and books everywhere.
Since Aizawa wasn't a monster, he's just grumpy okay, he started helping the kid gather his things. Yet among other things, a note caught his attention. He could hear the boy muttering apologies and what not but he couldn't focus on what he was saying reading the note.
Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't be a better son. I've tried so hard to deal with everything on my own, but I can't anymore. It's too much for me. I'm just a worthless Deku. Nobody cares about me. I'm bullied, the biggest perpetrator being… well, I won't ruin his chances as a hero, He will be great one day. It's not just them though. The teachers are just as bad. They…
Before I can finish it he rips the note out of my hand.
"S-sorry." the boy stutters out.
"It's fine."
Then silence fills the air.
'What did I just read? Is he? No, I can't jump to conclusions, but… What else could it be? No confession letter would be written like that, but he is just a kid. Damn it, I wish Mic was here, he would know what to do. Damn it, I can't deal with this'. He snaps out of his thoughts and realizes the boy has been speaking to him again.
"So u-um, I'll just, I, I'll go home now. Um I-I'm s-sorry."
"Wait, kid what's your name?"
"M-Midoriya. Uh Izuku, Midoriya, sir."
"Midoriya, what are you doing out so late?"
"I was at the park… I-I just wanted to um get out of the house?"
"Mhm, so you're heading back home?"
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, I'll walk you there."
"W-what!?"
"You heard me, problem child. I'm walking you to your house."
"OH, n-no I'm fine. Really. I don't want to waste your time, and you've already helped me gather my things. Plus I don't really know you. N-not that I don't trust you! Th-though I was always taught not to talk to strangers. A-anyways I-I should head home and I'm sorry to h-have bothered you." Midoriya bows in apology and tries to walk away, Aizawa stops him.
"Look, problem child, I'm taking you home. As a pro-hero, it's part of my job. Now lead the way."
"P-pro-h-hero!? I-I can't"
"You have two options either I walk you home, or I take you to the nearest police station to get picked up by your mom. I am not having you walk alone this late at night you're like 10 years old."
"I'm not 10, I'm 12."
"Kid" he deadpans.
"F-fine, you can walk me home."
"Good. Now lead the way."
They start walking toward where, Aizawa assumes, the kid's house is. In the end, it takes about 8 minutes. They stop in front of a decent looking apartment complex. It's lit up by street lights. By this time the sun has already set, and if you try you can even see some stars through the light pollution.
"W-well, um, thank you, for walking me to my apartment."
"Which one is it?"
"W-what?"
"Which apartment is it? I'm not leaving you here." Aizawa starts to walk up the steps to the doors of the apartments, leaving Midoriya to stand in shock. He quickly runs after Aizawa and stops him.
"N-no! I-It's fine. I can get there. Y-you've done s-so much. Surely, you must be busy?" He's practically begging him to not go up to the apartment.
"I don't think you understand. The fact you want to make sure I don't see your home only makes me more concerned. I don't trust you so I'm going to see for myself. That is, unless you've changed your mind about what I said earlier, and would rather go to the police station?"
"I-I, uh. No. I-its this one." Midoriya says as he finishes leading him to the door.
Midoriya stands, staring at the door. He takes a deep breath and opens the door calling out " I'm Home." and is almost tackled down in a hug by his mother.
"Oh, my goodness! Izuku my baby, where have you been? Why are you so late? Are you hurt?"
"M-mom I'm fine."
"Where have you been? You were supposed to be home hours ago! I was so worried. Don't ever scare me like that again. Oh, Izuku you know you can't be out late. Your so fragile, you could have been hurt!"
"M-mom I'm fine I j-just-"
"I don't want to hear it. Your grounded, I need to know where you are."
"Y-yes, mom."
At this time Aizawa sneaks off before the mother can notice. She seems nice enough if a little overbearing. Izuku looks for him as he walks in and closes the door but he's not there.
Aizawa spends the rest of the time finishing his patrol. It ends up not being very eventful. He keeps thinking back to the Midoriya kid. As he heads home he brushes it off. He doesn't need to check on the kid. He has a decent home, but then the note rears its ugly head again. He decides he may just check on the kid in a week or so make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't. 'Yeah, I'll just make sure the kids okay in a few days, then I can let him just live his life. Not like he's my kid'. He thinks this as he goes to sleep before he has to wake up for his teaching job.