This Boy's too Young to be Singing the Blues

Chapter 1

Dazai had...a little too much fun tonight. In his drunken state, he had somehow made his way all the way to Musutafu (he must have used his position in the mafia to get out of Yokohama, as it usually took some effort to escape the confines of the isolated city.) He is much more sober now, but it would still take some effort and energy that he did not have to get back to Yokohama.

Left with no money and no housing, he decides the best course of action is to simply find some sort of rooftop to sleep on. He doesn't really get much of a chance to do things such as stargazing with how busy he is, so this is a welcome opportunity for some much-needed downtime. Looking back on it, he probably looked like some sort of street urchin or mugger with how dilapidated his appearance was, so it was probably a wise decision to stay out of sight the best he could.

Eraserhead, as he is called while out on patrol, is scouring the streets, hoping that tonight will be at least a semi-quiet night. He's not in the mood to do much right now. From an outsider's perspective, his mundane job of walking around to deter crime, and occasionally stamping out a fist fight or defusing some mundane argument between couples seems to be unimportant and rather easy, but it's surprisingly tiring and a difficult job to have.

The raven-haired hero decides to use his scarf to shimmy up to the top of his favorite building, which also functions as a lookout. The short structure is surprisingly good at its job, giving a decently clear view of his patrol range, while also being unsuspecting enough so that it doesn't give away his position to foes.

As he makes his way to the top, his boots seamlessly fitting into the cracks in the brick creating a makeshift ladder, the hero spies an unfamiliar looking figure laying on the concrete roof, head propped up with a brick which couldn't have been comfortable. The figure, now looking to be a young boy (maybe 13 or so?) does not seem to have noticed him quite yet. As he draws closer, the unmistakable stench of cigarettes and booze grows stronger.

Just as soon as he is about to drift to sleep, Dazai hears a peculiar noise. As much as they were trying to hide it (if they even were at all) someone was climbing up the building he was on. Acting as quickly as ever, the teen decided to fake being asleep for as long as needed to deter the thing away. Surely no one would bother an obviously sleep deprived, malnourished boy that was in desperate need of some shut eye, right? Dazai was quickly proven wrong. The "thing" scaling the building was actually a scruffy man with jet black hair dotted with specks of silver, prominent eye bags, and a normal all black outfit finished off with a pair of strikingly yellow goggles, throwing off the all black color scheme he had going on.

As the sleep deprived man approached, Dazai became more and more restless. The man showed no signs of aggression and it didn't seem like he had noticed that he wasn't actually asleep, which gave the teen the upper hand.

A few minutes later after luckily not trying to interact, the man was looking like he was losing interest, but in that moment, Dazai's own body betrayed him. The brunette let out a small sneeze, alerting the man to the possibility that he was not actually asleep, but was just faking it–a sign that was very suspicious, as most people are ecstatic to catch even the smallest glance from a pro hero. The raven-haired man immediately knew something was up.

Aizawa turned back around after hearing the sneeze. The boy must have some sort of suspicious reason to be avoiding a hero. After a moment of silence, Aizawa spoke up. "Are you awake, kid?" The lanky figure opened his eyes, staring right back at the now slightly unsettled man. The face put on a smile, seemingly thinking of his answer. "So much for keeping to myself" the brunette pouted, although still keeping his smile. "I was tryyyyying to sleep" "where are your parents, kid? How old are you, probably too young to be out on a rooftop at 2 am..." This was surely odd behavior for a 13-year-old. The kid left his smile behind in favor of a playful frown. "I really don't think I even need to tell you that. I'm perfectly fine being alone" Aizawa gave him a long look, thinking over his options.

He could leave the boy be, but the kid seemed like a ticking time bomb full of mischief. Plus, the alcohol on his breath and strong smell of cigarettes clues him in on his home life. Not very good. His other option was to take him to the police station and contact his parents to come get him, but that wasn't a very good option either. The kid doesn't seem like a model citizen and would probably try to flee. After weighing his options, and his curiosity having some impact on his decision, he decided on the latter. "You really shouldn't be alone this late at night. Why don't we pop by the police station to give you parents a call?" The boy obviously did not agree with his judgment. He tries to run off, but to no avail. Aizawa quickly captured him with his scarf, pulling the boy closer against his will. He brings his face up to the boy, noses almost touching. "Now you really don't have a choice, kid."

Author's note-----------

Hello all!! I hope that if you're reading this, you have enjoyed the first chapter!!! this is my first time ever writing anything creatively, so my apologies if it sounds a bit like an essay :,)                       I just applied for an invitation to Ao3, so this hopefully should be on there soon!

To everyone getting off school this week, I hope you have an awesome summer filled with lots of ice-cream! Personally,  I'll probably just be working, writing this fanfic, or playing stardew valley, lol! Also--this isn't beta read, so there might be some mistakes, even though I try my best to not have them happen in the first place.