Diamond | Soukoku

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Aizawa Shouta was a busy man. He worked as a teacher during the day, helping the upcoming generation of Pro Heroes-in-training to learn about their future; to guide them to be strong. During the night, he was a hero, silently taking down villains who would hurt the weak. His life was always full of something. It was never a dull moment, and he hated it. He hated it so badly.

As a Pro, he was well accustomed to the noises around him, the signs of people in need- of the fights. Hell, some of his students would get into altercations with one another and it would be up to him to interfere.

Yet, this?

This was too tiring and honestly, he just wanted to go back to sleep in the comfort of his bed. He'd been awake for too many hours to have to deal with children that weren't his students, and most importantly, children who weren't at all acquainted with him. For all he knew, they would mistake him as a perv if he went over to them and offered to help move their things.

"You shitty bastard! Do it correctly or you'll break it! That cost money you don't have!"

"But, Chuuya! It's too heavy and it makes my arms hurt!"

...Maybe he would ignore the feeling of being seen as a creep and help. Those kids are going to make him want to go to sleep and never wake up.

Sighing, because really, it was his one day off and he had to spend it helping more kids? How wonderful. Note the sarcasm.

He tiredly walked out of the comfort of his own apartment and into the hallway, noting the boxes that were neatly kept out of the way for people to walk. In the door way of the next unit, Shouta saw two teenagers, the angry looking one who was shouting being the shorter of the two. In front front of them, floated a few boxes, while a dresser was also sitting on the floor. The ginger was screaming something that he was too bothered to really listen, though he could pick up on the red outline that was around his body.

"You suicidal idiot! It's not that heavy! You're just weak!"

"At least I'm tall!"

"What does this have to do with height, huh!? Stop being a baby and move it right!"

"Do you two need help?"

His voice made them freeze, most likely not expecting anyone to be home at that hour of the day. Most of the tenants in the building worked during the day, so it was understandable. The two blinked, looking at each other in silence- Were they communicating?

He stood still, waiting for their response, not that he wasn't getting irritated. No. Never. Not with children.

The smaller of the two seemed guarded, very subtly moving to stand in front of the brunet, whomst was, in Shouta's opinion, wrapped in a concerning amount of bandages. He looked up at the tired man, a small narrowed look that screamed hostile.