"I've heard enough," Shouta says, eyes flashing red for a moment unconsciously activating his quirk and canceling it with a slow blink. The pro gently set the photo down on top of the pile not letting his eyes wander to the two children. During this Shigaraki and Hawks share a look of confusion, wondering if the pro before them is about to laugh in their face and arrest them or understand and agree with their cause.

The man in question slowly looks up with a small grimace, "I know I'm not getting out of here without either a fight, which at this point I would lose, or by agreeing to your cause. But after everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours my mind and body are both tired. Is it possible to have a room to rest and get my bearings?" Eraser asked, trying to be diplomatic.

"That shouldn't be too big of an issue," Hawks answered, all the men standing. "If it's not too much to ask I'd also like to take all these documents to study, I have uhh, special interest in some of them." Aizawa stated, faking a confidence he didn't truly feel. Shigaraki eyed the hero up and down before, "I don't think that's too much to ask, however for the time being I request that the only hands these documents pass through are the three of us." "That is fine, will one of you show me where I can rest my head while I'm going through these?" "Come with me Eraser, I can show you to one of our more comfortable rooms," the winged hero said, standing up to lead the way.

When the men got to the door Aizawa took note that there was a guard in place to make sure he couldn't run without a fight. Not that that mattered to the hero, as he was almost fully convinced. "Hawks, I do have one more request," he stated, motioning to the clothing he was wearing. Hawks, hiding a chuckle behind his hand, cleared his throat before "a few fresh changes of clothes won't be a problem Eraser. I won't lie though, getting to see you in bright colors, that made my day Mr. 'Bright colors are the Bane of my existence'." "Hmm I thought as much." "You," The blonde hero said pointing to the guy pretending to not stand guard, "can you please find our guest a few changes of clothes and some hygiene items?" "On it!"

Once inside the room Aizawa surveys his surroundings. There is an extra large twin bed with four pillows, a small desk and chair with a lamp, and in the corner is a small reclining chair facing a small tv bolted from the wall. The first thing the underground hero does is sit down at the desk and spread all the photos and documents out on the bed and desk to go through everything more thoroughly.

Several hours have passed and there is a knock at the door. Aizawa, startled out of his haze, stretches and gets up to open the door. "Hello?" He notices it's the same person as before, only this time they have a big sack of what looks like clothes in one hand and a take out bag of food in the other. "Master Shigaraki wanted me to deliver the requested items to you and since you hadn't been out of this room in the last few hours he sent food as well. There is herbal tea in the bag as well, so do be careful," the unnamed guard stated handing over the items. "Thanks for bringing me the stuff, and tell Shigaraki thanks for the food. I didn't realize how hungry I was until just now," Aizawa stated, nodding his head in thanks. "I will pass your message along, have a good evening Eraser."

Back inside the room with the door closed and locked, he sets the newly acquired items on the edge of the desk and cleans up all the files that are all scattered about. With everything sitting in a neat pile on the desk, Aizawa gets the food and drink out of the bag. It's nothing special pre se, but to the pro hero the thought of getting him food without him having to ask touched a small part in his heart. *Maybe they really aren't as bad as we have been led to believe. I mean with all the evidence before me and the lack of actually harming civilians unlike the petty, everyday criminals… Maybe we were too harsh.* The raven haired man thought to himself.

Setting the katsudon on the desk and carefully getting the tea out of the takeout bag, he sits down for the meal. Once finished eating, he goes to check the clothing that was also brought. There are a few pairs of sweats, a couple pairs of socks, some t-shirts, a package of fresh undergarments and a few pairs of jeans, and so many hygiene options. *Heh heh, Mic would love to see me using all this* Shouta thought with a small chuckle. *No Sho, you don't have the time yet to think of them as much as your heart is missing your family. You're now here to make sure they are ok. There will be time after getting cleaned up and a few things figured out to miss your family, but right now is not that time. Stay strong Eraser, you got this.* With inventory taken of the clothing, the next task he starts is getting the clothes folded nicely and placing them on the chair in the corner of the room. With that done he grabs the hygiene products and a change of clothes. Poking his head out the door and finding no one in the general area, Aizawa steps out and begins walking the direction he and Hawks came from earlier hoping to find one of the men to find out where a shower may be had.

A few minutes of searching and Shigaraki comes up from a side hall asking if all is well. "I noticed I didn't have a guard outside my door," Aizawa began, "and frankly I'm grimy and nasty, even after the atrocious shirt and jeans offered earlier, so my plan was to either walk around until I found someone or a washroom. Seems my luck led me to finding a person so hopefully you'll show me where to go." "Very well, come with me Eraser." Shigaraki confirmed beginning to walk back down the side hall he came from. "Here we are, one washroom," Shiggy says, holding the door open for the other man. "Thank you, I'll be out in a bit. I intend to just head back to the borrowed room after this unless there is anything we need to discuss," Shouta inquired walking into the washroom. "Nothing at this time. If we need you we'll come get you." The silver haired man stated flatly, walking away from the door.

Inside the washroom Shouta takes his time scrubbing the last few days' grime off his body. Actually taking time to use each of the products that were acquired for him; shampoo, conditioner (and not the tow-in-one stuff he has at home), separate face and body washes, even a leave-in conditioner and lotion that he uses once he's out of the shower. Feeling more like himself, actually better considering using all the new products, Aizawa makes his way back to his room. Upon reaching his door he notices a shirt book propped up against his door with a note taped to the cover, 'I know you probably won't actually sleep tonight and after a while you will realize you can only pour over those documents so many times before your eyes start to cross, so I thought you might like something different to focus your mind on for a while. -H'

Returning to his room, Shouta glances at the stack of documents on the desk and decides that Hawks is right. He's going to curl up in the bed, wishing he had his yellow sleeping bag to go on top, and lose himself in the book, either until morning or he reads himself to sleep, whichever comes first.