Again, do not own. I've been having trouble with this chapter cause I'm so close to the start of the show and I'm trying not to rush it.

"Wow." Miracle paused a moment. "That was sexist."

"That's not what I meant! My quirk only works on men, and since it hasn't effected you you're a girl! It's not sexist!" Allure was miffed. This stupid bitch was not only ruining their plans but was accusing her of being an -ist.

"I dunno, sounds pretty sexist to me." She took on a thoughtful pose as though the fight were now an afterthought. Aizawa could see she was still ready to act. "How can a quirk be sexist? Unless it's trained that way."

It was slightly humorous in his lightly concussed state how Kiba paused in his attacks as he looked at Allure in horror of working with a discriminator.

"You think I haven't tried it on women?! I wouldn't work with Kiba if it did!" And she threw herself at Miracle who was able to flip back and kick Allure in the nose. Aizawa tried activating his quirk on Kiba only for the pressure in his head to cause him to wince and stop. It was enough to make Kiba fumble and Aizawa leaped into action, his capture scarf activating. It was going well until Allure was sent flying in between them until she hit the wall next to them, falling in the trash can. Kiba roared in rage and threw a punch at the approaching Miracle.

Caught by surprise, she was unable to duck the fist completely and ended up getting hit directly on the forehead. Staggering back, she kicked up at him and clipped his second punch and sent it to her left. Aizawa threw his capture scarf end and managed to get Kibas arms behind his back. He was pulled forward as Kiba ran at Miracle, too strong for Aizawa to keep in place. He didn't need to worry though because the next thing he saw Kiba crumpled to the ground in agony as Miracles foot connected between his legs.

"Are you hurt Ma'am?" she called to the scaled woman, she was still huddled in the corner.

"Y-yes. Thank you both, I couldn't- I couldn't do anything." tears leaked from her eyes, the fear that held them back no longer present.

"So what were they after you for?"

"M-my son, he n-needed protection." She glanced at Aizawa for a moment before steeling her nerves. "My quirk g-gives me the traits of a snake, and, a-and my husband can pause t-t-time for ten sec-conds. My sons quirk is a mutation of ours, and he- he can freeze p-people when he l-looks at them."

"I'm guessing he accidentally froze someone." Aizawa said. She nodded and let out a small sob.

"He d-didn't m-mean to! But he's t-too young to have a record! It'll r-ruin his chances of being a h-hero!" Aizawas eyes softened slightly, though his expression stayed neutral. "H-he's only five!"

"Hey," Miracle piped up, "he won't have a record. I'll make sure of it."

"Due to age and the fact his quirk is that powerful he won't be in trouble. He will need to have mandatory quirk therapy to help him control it and learn what is morally wrong to use his quirk for."

Miracle looked up as the sound of sirens could be heard. "Hate to leave without getting you home ma'am, but I don't plan on being caught today." She patted Aizawas shoulder once before she leaped up onto the fire escape above them and was soon gone over the rooftop. Aizawa watched her go, too hurt to chase her, and unwilling to leave a potential victim alone after an ordeal. How would he explain it to the police though?

Nozomi staggered through the roof of the warehouse she called home. She probably shouldn't have healed Eraserheads slight concussion on top of having one herself, but she couldn't let him stay hurt if she could help. That's not how a hero would act. She had to check up on the kid though, make sure he wasn't having his arm twisted by the government. But first a shower and a snack.

"The fuck happened to you?" A male voice spoke up from the broken couch she'd taken from the trashed beach a while back. His skin was heavily burnt and staples ran all along the edges where burn met unblemished skin. His name was Dabi. they had ended up meeting almost 2 years ago when she'd been too badly hurt from a villain with a knife swallowing quirk. He had been trying to find a place to rest after stealing some food and had found her laying in a pool of blood. It angered him how someone could hurt a child so badly.

He had rushed to her side, only to realize she was dead, or so he'd thought. He had carried her body through back alleys and side roads avoiding people to reach a small forest he'd passed a few times. It was dawn as he finally reached the forest. Setting her down next to a dead tree he found a large stick and started to try to dig a grave. As the grave became about three inches deep the body gave a huge gasp of air and sat up. He would never admit to screaming in fright at the thought of a zombie.

He also would not admit to almost char broiling her.

She startled at the noise before looking at her body. "I'm... alive?"

It had taken her a moment before speaking again, telling him thanks for getting her into the sunlight. Apparently sunlight healed her, almost like a plant.

She shook herself out of her memory and walked to the fridge. "Fist to the face."

Opening the fridge showed it was the same as last night: empty. She let out a sigh. With a sideways look she deadpanned "You think you could have stocked the fridge since you're staying on my couch for a bit."

Dabi ignored her, looking down at a phone in his hand.

"When did you get- never mind. I'm going out to check on a kid in a bit, just gotta recharge."

Turns out Eraserhead was good on his word. The kid, Mito, was heading to his first therapy session with his mother. And after scouring the police database it was confirmed that there was no citations against him. Since she was still healing Nozomi decided to take a walk around, maybe get some food for tonight. She should have enough from the fight before last nights.

it was in the store she saw a familiar face buying some fruit pouches. Eraserhead, still in his hero costume and tired expression was standing behind her in line. She tried to not stiffen up but knew at least a small bit failed to hide itself. Just a bit more and she'll be out of there.

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Aizawa was tired. He'd spent most of the night on patrol and had to still go into work, even though he had expelled his entire class he still had paperwork. A quick stop at the store for some fruit pouches to last him till tht night and he could get started. He catalogued each person entering and exiting the store: a man with bear ears and a woman with dark blue hair leaning on each other as only newlyweds do, a teen with black hair in ripped jeans with his fingernails subconsciously lengthening and receding, and a teen girl with light blonde hair in a baggy old sweater and some black pants tucked into boots carrying a semi large purse of brown leather. When she noticed him get in line behind her she stiffened slightly.

He knew he seemed like a creap, but sometimes it was annoying when people would flinch from him, unless it was his students. That was a small guilty pleasure for him. He observed her a bit more, and what he saw made him concerned. she was far too thin, as though she went days without a proper meal, and her food choices were things that could last a while and could be easily hidden while leaving no mess behind. No produce or meats. He was shaken out of his thoughts when she left and it was his turn to check out, but his thoughts kept turning back to that girl.