It had been three days since the rain started, and not once had it looked like letting up. It was peculiar weather for this time of year. Hitoshi Shinsou couldn't help but fantasise; maybe it was the angels, weeping for him as he sat trembling on the hard concreted ground. If that were the case, his wished for nothing more than for them to stop, their tears were chilling him to the bone, and the pale boy knew he couldn't afford to waste money days since the violet haired boy had seen his family; three days since the fight he could barely remember the subject of; and three long days since the sky had been clear.

To the crowds of people passing him by, Shinsou was completely invisible. Everyone turned a blind eye to the starving boy shivering on the street, although he could hardly blame them. He wasn't the first teenager to ruin his own life, and unfortunately he was unlikely to be the last. Shinsou should have swallowed his pride when he had the chance, but the 20/20 vision of hindsight was no use to him now, dwelling on the matter wouldn't prevent his stomach's insistent growls. The thought of using his quirk had crossed the boy's mind a few times. All he'd need to do is control the man behind the counter of the small cafe behind him and his hunger would be no more. But that wasn't something a hero would do. After everything that had happened in the last few days, his ultimate goal was still to prove everyone wrong when it came to his quirk being nothing but evil, and stealing would only do the opposite.

He crouched in the doorway, trying his best to find a little bit of shelter. A futile effort really, all his belongings were completely soaked through. A state they would remain in until he figured out where he was going. Where had he planned on going? Nowhere of course, he'd let a rage manifest inside him, unable to contain it any longer when he'd stormed out without a second thought.

It was really beginning to hit Shinsou; the severity of his actions. He couldn't go back now, not after all the nasty things he'd said. The environment was a toxic one, and while this current situation was far from ideal, home couldn't ever be an option again. Shinsou knew he couldn't continue living like this either, his chest tightening as he felt the rising panic consuming his heart. The angels continued to weep, the icy droplets hitting his face. He hoped they were concealing his own tears as his heavy breaths hitched slightly in his throat. The cafe door opened behind him, but the chimes were nothing more than background noise, far off in the distance, miles away from the dark place Shinsou's mind had taken him. He'd grown so used to the rain pattering against his face that the teen hardly noticed it anymore, that was until it stopped.

Shinsou looked up, his tired eyes met with the sight of a large umbrella and a pair of eyes possibly more exhausted than his own. They wore an unreadable blankness, but held a feeling of familiarity as they stared back. He was a teacher, Shinsou had seen him around the UA campus. He wasn't just any teacher, he took the hero course- Class 1-A nonetheless, but to look at him, anyone could easily mistake him for the homeless person in this moment. His scruffy hair was starting to drip as the rain refused to let up.

Silence rang between them for some time, before the older man spoke, "what are you doing sitting out here in the rain?"

Shinsou wasn't certain he could trust himself to string together a sentence. Moments earlier he'd been invisible, but now someone could see him and he didn't know what to do. "I'm waiting for someone."

"Must be a pretty important someone for you to wait three days in the rain," he deadpanned in response. Completely taken aback, Shinsou couldn't help but continue to stare back at the Pro Hero, trying not to let his mouth hang open like an idiot. "Where's home kid?" Shinsou shrugged, composing himself once more. That was a question he'd also like to know the answer to. The man hummed before pulling his phone from his trouser pocket and dialing someone. "Hizashi? Cover my class for me, something came up that can't wait." He hung up the phone and held out his hand, "Come on then, might as well buy something from this place considering you've been using its doorway for shelter."

Shinsou was hesitant, he didn't really know this man, he didn't know if it would be right to accept his offer just like that. But then again, what were his other options? He was a hero after all, this was probably just him doing his job. Shinsou accepts the hand extended to him, hauling himself up. "My name is Hitoshi Shinsou, Sir," he states with a slight bow.

The man pushed his wet bangs out of his eyes, "you can call me Aizawa," he stated lamely, holding the door open for the soaked teen. As they entered the cozy cafe together, sitting down at one of the booths, Shinsou finds himself staring out the large storefront window. The rain was falling no more. It would seem the angels approved of this fateful encounter.