Shota Aizawa didn't frequent the slums of the city often. In fact it was rare that any of his patrols took him this route at all. However he was a stickler for being thorough, and so here he was- on the roof of a condemned building checking the streets below for something. Anything really, to make him feel useful until it was time for him to go home when his dark eyes caught sight of a girl running on the streets below as if the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels.
Her approximate age was difficult to tell from way up here. But she looked between JR. High and High School age if he had to make an real educated guess.
Following her figure with his dark eyes, he studied her for a moment before deciding to drop down to the street and follow her at a discreet distance to make sure that she stayed out of trouble. Stepping off of the edge of the roof, he let himself freefall to the ground below where he landed deftly on the balls of his feet and then took off running after her.
She must have run for about an hour, her current location was a local park that was usually riddled with crime during the early morning hours. Muggings, rapes, prostitution, kidnappings, murders- The list would be mind numbingly near endless if not for the fact that several of his co-workers stayed close to the area to keep it as clean as possible of those things.
However like any pro-hero would tell you if asked, they couldn't save everyone that they did or didn't come across. They were human too, and tended to make as many mistakes as any other person in the world depending on their training, and circumstances and many, many other things.
And while he would have preferred for the girl not to wind up in this particular park so late at night. He would have felt much worse about it if he hadn't have followed her so closely with the intention of practically staying on her heels until she decided to go home.
Slowing his pace since she was no longer running, he soon found himself walking towards a vending machine that she was feeding some coins to and soon found himself digging in his pockets and doing the same with the vending machine next to her.
Casting the girl a curious look out of the corner of his eye, he made note of some of her features up close.
She was a pretty little thing between the age of fifteen and sixteen. With long, near waist length black-green colored hair up in pigtails, long-ish bangs that nearly hid impossibly wide moss green eyes lined with long sooty lashes. Pale, unblemished cream colored skin dusted with pale, cute little freckles along the bridge of her nose.
Her height was somewhere around chest level with him, so she was about five foot something. And due to her petite build she probably weighed about a hundred and nine pounds when wet.
"Do you have a staring problem or something?" The kid asked, the sudden sound of her raspy, husky voice causing him to suddenly look away from her and feign interest in...the vending machine? Yes, yes that was it. The vending machine was interesting. It had all manner of juices, soda's, milks, coffee flavors and ect. in it.
Therefore the vending machine was his friend.
He didn't bother responding to her question since responding was the same as admitting guilt. Instead he simply finished getting his drink from the vending machine and then turned and walked off, pretending that he wasn't going to duck into the nearest thicket of bushes or behind the nearest tree just to keep an eye on her.
The problem child stared at his back as he left. He could tell by the way the hair on the nape of his neck stood on end from the intensity of her stare.
Letting himself blend in with the darkness that surrounded him, he quickly located a nice place to tuck himself away in and made quick work of doing so once he was certain that he'd still have his eye on the girl.
She stared in the direction that he had walked off in for several moments longer, obviously trying to make him out in the inky blackness to see where he had went. Which was a job made all that more difficult thanks to his dark clothing and hair.
After she assumed that he had left the area, she grabbed her drink and made short work of it before deciding to sit down for a little bit. She must have been sitting down for the better part of forty five minutes before he began to get impatient for her to leave the area and started to step out of his hiding place to go and see if he could maybe *cough bully cough* her into going home.
Or at the very least maybe scare her into leaving the immediate area before something bad happened to her. Hopefully she would be more sensible than she appeared to be.
Stepping out from his hiding place, he stealthily made his way back towards the vending machines and the nearest park bench. It took him a moment to reach the bench and when he finally did he let out a soft curse as he glared half heartedly down at the problem child.
How was he supposed to 'bully' or scare the kid into going back home or leaving the park if she was currently dead to the world and asleep? Then again, now that he really thought about it- how could she have even fallen asleep out here? Granted it wasn't exactly cold or overly warm this time of year- but the metal of the bench couldn't have been comfortable.
"Son of a-" He muttered as he scrubbed his face roughly with a hand while wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with the problem child now? Sure he could go through her pocket and possibly wake her just to see if she had a wallet that had an ID or something in it with her home address- but if she woke up with his hand in her pocket- she might think that he was trying to feel her up.
And god forbid he actually left her little ass there on the fucking bench to sleep for the rest of the night. Heaven knew what would happen to the problem child if he simply walked away from her now.
Maybe he could rent a hotel room- No! No! That's a bad Aizawa. No hotel room renting for the underage girl! People would talk if they ever found out.
Making a low growling sound out of frustration, he took a moment to check his watch to see how much longer he'd be on active duty and upon seeing that it was well past four am. And his work for the night was over. It was now time for him to go home and get some rest himself.
But first...he took a moment or so longer to think of what to do with the kid before sighing and deciding that there was no helping it. He couldn't ditch her and he couldn't simply leave her with a friend who was still on duty... Reaching out he carefully slipped his arms around her and lifted her up from the bench- his heart pounding in his chest like mad the whole time he was arranging her body in his arms.
She was so small, and light in his arms that she felt as if she weighed practically nothing. Alarm bells sounded in his mind, though he ignored them and tried to squash down the sudden sliver of worry he felt for a moment because he knew next to nothing about the problem child.
And yet- yet, there was simply something about how small and light she was that alarmed him.
"Alright problem child, tonight you can crash at my place. But I expect you to call your parents first thing when you get up to tell them that you're safe." He murmured as he palmed the back of her head and pressed it against his shoulder before turning and taking off in the direction of his home.