"Hello sir!"

Aizawa glared at the little girl from the day before as she waved at him, once again, on a rooftop in the middle of the night. "Why are you here?" he grumbled.

She beamed. "To see you, sir! You were super exciting to talk to yesterday!" she chirped.

"We talked for maybe a minute. Go home."

"But I just got here!"

"And you shouldn't be here."

"Why can't I be here?!"

"Do you need me to walk you home?"

"No!" the girl hissed. "Why can't I just hang out with you sir?"

Aizawa scanned the ground for villains. A box moved, but then a rat came scurrying out. He replied, "I'm not someone to just 'hang out' with. I'm twenty-four and busy. I'm sure you have friends at whatever school you go to. Your parents would be concerned-"

"Ah, I guess we're in the same boat then!" she interrupted, smiling. "I don't have friends either, sir. They don't like me. Er- Well..." The girl looked to the side, mumbling something before returning to her chipper attitude. "So, we can both be each other's first friends!"

He scowled. This girl... "Why did you assume I had no friends?"

She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "You just said that you're 'not someone to just 'hang out' with!' Meaning that you don't have any friends either!"

"There are people out there who insist that I am someone to hang out with," Aizawa grumbled. "I have friends. Two best friends, in fact." And if they knew I was talking to a little girl for two nights in a row, they'd either harass me about who she was or ask why the hell I didn't bring her in yet.

Yeah… Why haven't I brought her in yet?

The girl tilted her head a bit before breaking into another beaming smile.

She's… a child.

She lunged to hug Aizawa, but he dodged out of the way, leaving her to stumble past him.

…He should turn her in.

She turned around and pouted. "I shall declare myself another person who insists that you are someone I want to hang out with! Sir!" She pointed at him with a cheeky grin on her face. "You are now my friend!"

"And you are not my friend."

"Ah... You're so mean, sir!"

"What's your name?" he asked. Better to have more information on this girl than less.

"What's your name?" she replied cheekily.

"Eraserhead."

The girl looked petulant. "I meant your real name."

"On the job, my name's Eraserhead."

"So you are a hero!"

He glared.

She grinned back.

"You have eyebags sir."

"I wonder why."

The girl hopped on the building's railings, balancing precariously on her feet. Aizawa eyed her warily but didn't say anything. She asked, "Is it because of your quirk? Can you not sleep at night? Oh, well, during the day, I guess. You spend all night running around and capturing people-"

"Villains," he corrected.

The girl raised her eyebrows. "Villains?" Her smile twisted downwards. "They're not villains."

"They broke the law, so I suppose legally, they're law breakers, but society calls them villains," Aizawa drones on. While he wasn't one to think that villains were the scum of the earth, he also wasn't as kind as others to see them as a person in need of help. He was a hero. He captured villains. He left the rehab stuff to the therapists and the government.

"No," she insisted. "They're not villains. I've seen the people you've captured. I've known the people you've captured. They're just surviving." She stared at him straight in the eye, repeating, "They're not villains."

He met her gaze evenly. "I believe selling illegal drugs on the black market that have proven to be harmful to the human body can count as someone being a villain. Attacking random people, stealing purses and wallets, holding people at gunpoint and demanding money can also count as someone being a villain. Not to mention being part of underground mafias and villain organizations."

The girl's face fell. Aizawa huffed in annoyance. He was about to move on when she suddenly spoke, her voice shaking and wavering.

"Y-You're wrong," she muttered. "There are bad people... but not everyone you catch is a villain."

He didn't even know why he was entertaining this girl. "Define 'villain' however you see fit. I have a job to turn in those who break the law, and that's what I do. Maybe not everyone I turn in is worthy of the title villain, but wherever they end up after I turn them in is surely better than what they were doing to others before."

The girl's lips formed a straight line. A pause. A skip on the railing. "I guess you've always lived a privileged life, huh. Expected from a hero," she muttered.

Aizawa's head snapped towards her. "What?"

As quickly as he looked over, she broke out in a smile and finally got down from the railing. "Nothing! In fact, it's rather late, so I better get going now. I enjoyed our conversation tonight, even though we clearly don't see eye to eye on some things. See you tomorrow!"

And she was gone.

I didn't even get her name.