The Fallen (Aizawa x OC)

Ch 4 - The Past

Aizawa POV

"Your whiskey on the rocks sir." I thank the waiter and casually sip on the liquor while everyone else has their eyes glued to the TV, watching the recording of the angelic woman. Next to me I watch Himitsu take a bite from her yakitori, not paying attention to the broadcast at all.

Soon the recording ends, and Hizashi goes to turn off the TV and says, "Well that was interesting." The pro heroes start to chatter about the video just watched, each stating their opinion about the vigilante. Most of them sound pretty skeptical, not surprised though.

"What about you Aizawa, what do you think about what the Angel Vigilante said? Do you think she's telling the truth?" Toshinori turns to me. I ignore him and continue to sip on my whiskey until I felt a slight nudge at my side.

"Yeah what do you think Aizawa? Do you believe everything she said?" The white haired woman asks me. Oh, so she was paying attention. I glance up and see everyone is waiting for my answer.

"I believe her," I simply reply, not wanting to explain further. But obviously I didn't get what I want.

"WOAHHHH SHOUTA FORREAL??? You never trust anyone this fast!" My best friend yells. I groan, well I guess it doesn't really matter if I tell them.

"I saw her once while patrolling and decided to follow her." Next to me I noticed Himitsu stopped mid-bite, turning to me to listen. Everyone around me looks shocked with wide eyes, their expressions begging me to continue. My hand reaches into my pocket and fiddles with the small pouch inside as I began retelling everyone about my encounter with the illegal hero.

Flashback 4 years ago(trigger warning: mentions of rape, degradation and physical abuse)

At least tonight was pretty quiet... I'll do one more sweep across this neighborhood then head home. I jump from rooftop to rooftop, glancing down the alleyways. To my right, I see a white blur zip down into an alleyway 4 buildings away from me. I head over and make my way down into the alley, making sure to stay hidden away from lighted areas. I see a young woman on the ground, possibly a teen, her face and arms are swollen and discolored. Squatted next to her is an angelic figure, the Angel Vigilante huh? My interest is piqued and I continue to watch the pair, curious to see how the vigilante will act.

"Here, I can help with some of those cuts and bruises. Do you wanna tell me what happened?" A voice says softly, her tone laced with compassion and sympathy. I watch as some of her feathers start to fall and wrap around the wounds on the victim. I watch amazed as the feathers dissolve, the discoloration under the them fading, while the cuts start to close.

"My....my boyfriend...he......he....." The girl tries to get out, but her voice gets caught in her throat as tears fall down her face.

"Shhh... shh.... it's okay. You're okay now, I've got you." Slender, pale arms wrap around the traumatized girl as she continues to weep. "What's your name?"

"Arisa..."

"I'm in no rush Arisa, I have all the time in the world, and I want to make sure you're safe, so take your time, but I do need to know what happened so I can help you okay?"

"I was asking my b-boyfriend for help. He got s-s-so angry,"

"What were you asking about for help?" The ethereal woman starts to pull the crying figure into her lap and covers the poor girl with her wings. I see her lift one of her hands and start stroking the victim's hair, soothing her like a mother would. As her figure shifts, the light from the street illuminates her face, and I notice that she has a white cloth covering her eyes.