A/N: This story has been in my head for a minute and then suddenly decided to morph into something with substance. Please let me know what you think!

Also I'd like to apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. I'm not the strongest in it but I'm trying. ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

"If the fortune teller were any good, they would have seen it coming." A soft whisper.

"Would it have been enough?" Teary emerald.

"...no, not at all."

It was early. Far earlier in the morning than most people would bother to wake up for. This particular street found the presence of pro hero and former sidekick, Sasaki Mirai AKA Sir Night Eye, on one of his daily patrols. The bitter mid-winter air bit into his skin. His severe countenance lessened by the subtle pink of his nose as he walked leisurely, hands fisted lightly and eyes scanning with alert awareness over the dimly lit street.

A strange whimpering caught his attention from the opening of an alleyway he passed only moments ago. He looked over his shoulder with narrowed citrine eyes, wondering if maybe he mistook the noise. Another moment passed before another bout of pitiful whimpering broke out from a bundle shadowed and covered by a thin layer of snow.

He turned back sharply, fisting the tattered sheet gently, he tugged until a red faced, feverish child was revealed. Tuffs of dull peach colored curls hung limply, drenched in sweat even though the air was bitterly cold.

His eyes widened slightly in disbelief before he righted the rag around the child tighter, hefting the almost weightless body into his arms. He maneuvered the small body until their head was placed securely against the junction of his neck and shoulder. The sweat of their face quickly soaking into his pressed suit.

Walking out of the alley he made a sharp turn back to his agency. He pressed the button of a comm secured to his ear before the high pitched voice of Bubble Girl came online. Without much explanation he directed her to come and finish his patrol with a location.

"Oh, uh yes sir! I'm on my way!"

He didn't say much else as his steps grew faster, hugging the trembling child closer to his chest.

It was later in the afternoon when Saraki was finally able to come back to his office. The room darkened to only the soft light of a small, antique lamp he kept on the table. The mysterious child he found earlier was laid down on a brown leather sofa he kept in there, swathed in fluffy blankets that swallowed her from the neck down. Her fever had gone down significantly with the help of Bubble Girl once he was able to tell her the situation.

He grabbed one of the chairs lined against the wall and brought it towards the couch. A heavy sigh left him as he relaxed into the soft cushions of the seat.

"...You're a curious thing aren't you?" He whispered, afraid of waking her. "I'm not sure why you're still here, I should have taken you to the nearest hospital and called the authorities to look into a possible missing person…" long lashed lids drooped heavily as his piercing eyes turned troubled.

"I don't know why, but there is something suspicious about you and this whole situation.

I've looked through every list i can get my hands on and you aren't on any record available."

He watched as she took a long breath before letting it out in a quiet, content puff.

He wasn't sure why but something begged him to use his foresight on her. He struggled with the decision before ultimately giving into his rare curiosity. He went stiff as his eyes blackened and the irises turned a chilling purple.

There was nothing...then-

He jumped out of his seat, the chair teetering on the edge of it's back legs before crashing back to the floor in a sea-sawing motion. Saraki was struck numb by what he'd seen..this child...

He slumped back in his seat as chill purple faded back into clear gold, sweat dripped down his chin as an eerie chill travelled down his spine and threw his limbs. A manic grin flashed through his mind as his teeth ground together harshly.

This situation was not at all what he was expecting, or even dreamed of dealing with. He slumped even further, large hands gripping his face tightly as his mind whirled with decisions. He could save her and everyone else if he just threw his morals to the wayside.

Right?

She wouldn't have to suffer nor any of the people he knew he would grow close to through her future.

A crazed look sharpened his eyes.

I should just-

His phone pinging caused him to snap back to reality. Confusion coursed through him at his sudden change in position. A cold blue glint to his peripherals caught his attention before horror soon took precedence as a sharp, aching, pang in his gut; skewing his handsome features into an ugly, horrified grimace. A sharp knife was caught in his hand, arm poised above the sleeping girl.

A strained sound escaped him as he flung the weapon to the side. The loud thud of it hittng the wall sounding heavy in the shadowed room. His heart was racing wildly in his chest, the rush of adrenaline causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

He flinched like a cornered animal as the door to his office opened. Bubble Girls' cheery eyes quickly turning concerned as she looked towards her boss and the uneasy scene she had unintentionally stepped into. "Sir Night Eye? Are you alright?"

Golden eyes widened before he coughed lightly into his hand. His composure coming up like a steel wall. "Yes, did you get the list of things I sent you for?"

Bubble Girl said nothing as she raised a small bag of goods to his line of sight. "Good, I should be back from my meeting within half an hour, if she wakes up make sure she tries to eat and drink."

Bubble Girl gave a somber nod, hesitant to speak in the unfamiliar atmosphere of her bosses office. "Then I'll be heading out."

She walked further into the room, giving him space to walk swiftly out the door and closing it gently. Bubble Girl stared at the door for a long moment, cobalt hands squeaking the bag she held tightly, as a frown grazed her soft features. Concerned, Pale, gray eyes wandered over to the small bundle swamped in soft sheets then to the knife still embedded in the wall of the far side of the room.

Just outside the door Saraki leaned heavily against an opposing wall, the small hallway felt suffocating to his over heightened senses. He pulled out his phone to check the notification he got from earlier. Seeing it was a reminder for his meeting he slipped the device back into his pocket and straightened. His thoughts were heavy as he made his way to the exit.

What should I do, All Might?