AN: Listen, I don't own MHA/BNHA or Blazblue, I'm just a fan. With that out of the way, lets get this show on the road shall we? Side note: I will be changing how our focus character acts because, to put it bluntly, I'm not putting a sadistic madman with a superiority complex in a room full of teenagers. They already have to deal with Bakugou, I don't want to make their lives worse. He will still be somewhat violent, but not the degree he is in the material I'm snatching him from. I'm also nerfing him into the dirt because while he is supposed to be powerful, I am absolutely not making him a god like he is in Blazblue, I don't care what you do to me but I've caught feelings for these imaginary students, so I don't want to screw with their lives more than I have to.
Terumi was having what one might call a bad day. It all started that morning when he had to fight off a raccoon that was trying to root through his things, then, he was pushed into a river by a teenager with a superiority complex, and now he had been caught trying to swipe some food from an open air stall and was on the run. He turned a corner while running through the maze of back alleys and dove behind a stack of crates, hoping that he had escaped the wrath of the stand owner and the police officers that were aiding in the chase. He held his breath, not trusting himself to be quiet enough not to get caught. He swore he could hear the seconds tick by as the officers and angry food vendor were looking for him. His lungs were screaming, but he continued holding his breath, he did not want to get caught. Getting caught would most likely involve a trip to the police station, and not the fun kind little kids go on to hear about the work officers do. He could not afford a trip down there, too many complications.
He waited for the sounds of footsteps to fade before letting out a sigh of relief, he was glad he hadn't been found as not only would that involve a trip to the local station, but most likely a chewing out from the guy he'd stolen from as well, and he really didn't need that on top of everything else to go wrong today. He sat down and started unwrapping the sandwich he'd grabbed and dug in after a lightly muttered "thanks". He meant it too, he was thankful that he'd gotten the food because it had been a while since he last had something to fill his stomach with. It wouldn't solve the issue, but it would definitely help.
He sighed when he finished, it was gone too soon, but he couldn't afford to go out and steal more food. He eased himself to his feet and looked around for some way of getting out of here without going after the group looking for him or going back the way they came from. He found his solution in a nearby fire escape. It was rusted, with barely any of it's red paint left, seems as though it hadn't been used in a long time. Well, Terumi wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he set to climbing the old thing as carefully as he could manage while still moving quickly. As he ascended the rickety path he started thinking to himself, 'wonder where I'll end up spending the night this time, hopefully it's not as much of a dump as last time', he shuddered to think of where he had slept the last night. Now, Terumi didn't consider himself to be a clean freak, not by any means, but you have to draw the line somewhere, and he drew the line at a room almost completely covered in mold, mildew, and cobwebs. He hadn't had much of a choice, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He still remembered the sickly sweet stench of the room and felt his body shudder again, it hadn't been fun trying to sleep there.
When he finished his ascent and found himself on the building's roof, he took the opportunity to look around. It was actually pretty bare, and relatively clean by his standards (which aren't all that high). He nodded, 'yeah, this is where I'm sleeping tonight', it felt good to find a place to stay only half past noon, usually he was looking well into the night. He took a moment to appreciate the somewhat decent view of a nearby park the building roof gave and then went about setting up his things.
Terumi had a single bag he always carried with him, it was mono colored and unassuming, but it held all the items he determined to be necessities. Such things included a spare change of clothes, a few books he enjoyed, some self made tools (AKA lock picks), and a few butterfly knives he favored. It wasn't much, but he treasured his few possessions. He also had a blanket stashed away in the bag, for when it got cold or he needed something to lay on other than the hard (or potentially disgusting) ground. Considering the building was made of cement, he opted to lay out the blanket for when it got dark.
(timeskip, 10 PM)
Terumi felt a firm hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. 'I swear, if this is another homeless bum about to ask me to move or something, I will cut them'. Terumi had had enough of the BS from other homeless people. He opened his eyes to glare at the person who was shaking him. He ended up glaring at a man with long greasy black hair in dirty clothes and in serious need of a razor. He was also wearing something akin to a scarf around his neck with the hint of something yellow poking out from under it. The stranger stood up and looked down at Terumi, "good, you're finally awake kid". Terumi pulled his bag over while whispering "god damnit" under his breath, he opened the flap of the bag and started rifling through it for his knives. The man gave him a confused stare and tilted his head, "uh, hey kid, what are you doing?". Terumi pointedly returned his gaze to the man, "none of your damn business". The man sighed and looked like he more or less expected this, "look, kid, I'm not sure what you think I'm here for, I just want to know why you're sleeping on a roof". Terumi slowed his search and gave the man his full attention, "why do you want to know? It's not really your business is it", he had found his knives in the bag, but he didn't want to pull them out just yet. The man pinched the bridge of his nose, "not really, but I've gotten a bad habit of meddling in other people's affairs over the years". Terumi just stared at the man, waiting to see if he had more to say. Apparently, he didn't, and their interaction turned into a staring contest.
This lasted about ten seconds before the man had to blink, he let out another sigh and sat down in front of Terumi, "kid, I'm just going to go ahead and ask, why are you sleeping out here? Where are your parents?", Terumi looked away from the man, "well last I checked, they were at Musutafu Municipal Cemetery". The man blinked at the kid, he hadn't expected that kind of response, he thought the kid was a runaway, but this complicated the situation. He took a few seconds to respond to what the kid said, "well shit", it was all he could think to say. Terumi returns his gaze to the man and raises an eyebrow, "that's it? What, got nothing else to say on the matter? No apologies you don't mean or fake sympathy? Just a 'well shit' and you're done? And here I thought adults were supposed to be full of this sage wisdom and advice applicable to any situation". The man was staring at the kid again, he blinked a few times before, "jeez kid, what happened to you?". Terumi's only response is to just stare at the man. The man lets out another sigh and stands up, "well, I can't just leave you here like this", he stands up, "follow me". Terumi narrows his eyes at the man, "where are we going, the station?", the distrust is obvious in his voice. The man shakes his head, "no, I'm bringing you somewhere where you can sleep without risking catching something or getting shanked", he holds a hand out to Terumi. He gets a stare in return, "I don't even know you, and you expect me, a fourteen year old, to follow you to what is presumably your home?" The man sighs, again (he's gonna be doing that a lot), "I'm Shota Aizawa, but while I'm on the clock I go by Eraserhead", Terumi's eyes widen at the statement. He pulls his hands out of the bag, knifeless, and uses them to push himself to his feet. He stares a moment before speaking, "you're serious? Damn", he doesn't have more to say after that. Aizawa lowers his hand and grunts, "so, you've heard of me, not many people have." Terumi shakes out of his stupor, "well, nice to meet you, I'm Terumi", the now revealed pro hero raises an eyebrow, "just Terumi?" to which he receives a nod. He shrugs and watches as Terumi packs away the blanket and shrugs on the bag, "so, you're coming then?" he receives a nod, "good, now start moving", and off they travel into the night.