Little Angel

And the Best Big Brother Award Goes To...

Shouta laid in his bed with his cat, Toffee, who was nearly smothering his face. His second cat, Milo, was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. He was the angel of the two, which would make Toffee a demon cat of some sort. Seriously, this cat did not know when enough was enough. When should one stop breaking all of his glass vases, cups, and picture frames? Never, in Toffee's case. Shouta didn't know why he kept her. Maybe it was because she was so undeniably cute, or maybe it was because of those rare times when she would cuddle beside him and purr so loudly it calmed him down immediately. Whatever the reason, Toffee was still here, and Shouta couldn't say he was disappointed. 

Shouta sighed, and thought over the run in he had with that kid earlier. He couldn't help but be worried about him. The poor kid was terrified, and hurt. The pitiful sight made Shouta's heart ache. There was something about the whole situation that bothered him. Like, why was such a young boy out by themselves unsupervised? Why weren't his parents with him? There was the possibility that the kid was a troublemaker and liked to sneak out and rebel, but he seriously doubted that. The kid seemed to kind-hearted and sweet to do something like that. He still hadn't forgotten the first time he had met him. He had been crying all alone in an alley. It seemed like this was a common occurrence, and that was concerning. Were his parents neglecting him? He desperately hoped it hadn't gone as far as abuse. He shivered at the thought. As he drifted off to sleep, he decided that he would go and pay a visit to the kid's parents. 

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The next afternoon right after school had let out, Shouta stood in front of the kid's house, hand raised to knock. He hesitated for only a moment before loudly rapping on the door.

It didn't take long for someone to answer. A young woman with long green hair and beautiful emerald eyes opened the door with a smile. Right away, Shouta could see where the kid got most of his features. This woman was clearly his mother.

"Hello sir. What can I do for you?" The woman asked sweetly. 

"Do you happen to be the mother of a seven-year old boy who lives here?" Shouta asked, despite knowing the answer already.

"Why yes. You must be talking about Izuku." The woman said. "Is there something wrong?" She frowned. "Oh dear, are you from his school? Is he getting into trouble again? I've talked to him about this. I'm so sorry if that is the case."

Before the woman could go on, Shouta raised his hand to stop her. "No, no. Not at all. I'm here for a completely different reason." 

"Oh?" She asked, confused. "What is this about then?" Before he could answer, the woman went on. "Oh, where are my manners!" She exclaimed, shaking her head. "My name is Inko Midoriya, it's a pleasure to meet you...um, what is your name sir?"

"Aizawa Shouta." Shouta replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

She smiled. "Now that we have introductions out of the way, what can I do for you?"

"I ran into your child last night during my patrol." Before Inko could say anything, Shouta went on, "I'm a pro hero. But you've probably never heard of me because I'm an underground hero. I patrol at night. I noticed your son running and I stopped him to ask him what was wrong. He began crying and I noticed that he was hurt. He had burns and bruises all along his arms and his face as well. He told me he had been attacked by someone on the streets. Is this true?"

For a split second, Shouta noticed a flash of fear pass over the woman's face before it disappeared and her face morphed into a look of concern. 

"Oh yes, he told us about that." She said carefully. "It was terrible. Truly awful. I can't believe something like this happened to my poor baby boy." She then began to cry.