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------|Aizawa 1st POV|-------

The only terrible part about being a teacher and an underground hero at the same time is that you never get sleep. How do I know this? Well, it's currently one in the fucking morning and I'm out patrolling... not sleeping. Sometimes I worry about myself. When I do get sleep I have weird dreams, like that one time I dreamt I married coffee then drank it and it moaned. Yadama is going to kill me for not taking care of myself, or spending time with our son, but gIMME A BREAK. I'm already tired enough as it is. I jumped down from the roof top I was on and headed towards the park, it's calming there.

The professional license exams just passed, poor Todorkoi and Bakugo didn't pass (note the sarcasm). And of course the league had to get involved in it, why wouldn't they. Not like they've already almost killed my student's like fifty other times.

'Maybe I can convince Nezu to let me have a couple days off that won't go on my record (that shit gotta be clean) to just sleep. I'd also like to take time to thank my past self for expelling short, sticky, perv thot from the class before he became a issue, or as I see them, another headache. What was his name? M*neta I do believe; I hope he's rotting in hell. So that boiled my class down to 18 problem children. They better be asleep. Maybe because they get to sleep and I don't, I'll give them a pop quiz. Then fail everyone of them-'

A little shit bumps into me and interrupts my wonderful train of thought. Why is such a young problem child running so fast at this time of night-

I actually look down, taking in the traumatized expression of the boy, he started squirming, clawing, and screaming as soon as I grabbed his arm. I realize how much blood he's covered in and how quick his breathing is.

"Hey! Hey calm down kid!" I tried to settle his tantrum, kneeling down to look him in the eye. He was maybe ten? Eleven? Defiantly short.

"No! Let me go! They'll hurt me again - please, let me go!" He screeched with multiple voice cracks, he glanced behind him and gasped, then struggled even more.

Dad mode was activated the moment the kid said "hurt", I gently grabbed both of his arms and made him look me in the eyes, I didn't have my goggles on yet, "You're fine, ok kid? I might not look it but I'm a pro hero. I won't hurt you," I say in the most calming voice I could, "Now I need you to breathe for me." Lord, this kid was going to have a panic attack. He calmed for a moment but,

"No, no, no, no, no!" He muttered and tried kicking away again, "I have to run!"

I saw a man coming closer to us but he stayed in the shadows, he seemed shady and a threat. I flicked down my goggles and jumped back while simultaneously scooping the kid up in my arms, shit he didn't weigh more than a grape. The man held something, it was too dark to see what it was, maybe a knife or some sort of blunt object.

"Excuse me, sir. What are you doing." I demanded to the man, addressing him to make sure he knows he was spotted. Slowly he stepped closed, hiding whatever was in his hand behind his back.

"Sorry, I was trying to find my nephew, he likes running off a lot. Isn't that right Izuku?" The smile he wore didn't reach his eyes, he held out his empty hand to the kid, Izuku apparently. "So, if you could put him down we can be on our way."

"I don't think an Uncle would hurt his nephew, not to mention all the blood on this kid." I activated my quirk with an intimidating glare that could kill, "You best be off before I call the cops for kidnapping."

The man took a step back, maybe taken aback by my beautiful hair suddenly floating up, brought out his hidden hand. Sure enough, it was a knife. What's a little thing like that going to do to- "Oh shit."

I jump barely sidestepped to avoid the knife impaling my shoulder, dang it was hard to fight with such a fragile kid in your arms. At least he wasn't fighting back now. I ran forward, doing a black flip and kicked the creep in the side of the face as hard as I could while keeping the boy in a tight grip. It successfully knocked the dude out, sending him sprawling to the floor. I glanced around for any other people that could ambush, seeing none I relaxed my guard and put the kid down gently. His breathing was steady and he looked at me with teary, wide eyes.

"He's going to be mad." Izuku barely whispered, starting to tremble, "We need to leave, please let us leave." He begged, tears started to pour out of his eyes. I nodded, letting go of his arms for a second so I could fish out my phone, luckily he made no move to leave me. Seeing this I walked over to the man and tied this arms behind his back and threw him on a bench near by. Izuku trailed closely behind, almost scared to be too far away, I noticed he had no shoes on and his feet was covered in dried mud.

"I'm going to make a quick call. Ok?" I softly said, taking his small bloodied hand in mind with slight hesitance, he seemed ok with it. I dialed 911 and waited for the annoying, "911, what's you're emergency?"

"Pro Hero, Eraser Head reporting. In South Park there's a man on a bench that I knocked out and tied up, he's arrested for child abuse and attempted kidnapping. I have a medical emergency so I can't be here, hurry." I hung up before I got a response and looked down at Izuku, "I need to take you to a hospital, ok?" He simply nodded, slightly tightening his grip on my hand.

I swear, whoever hurt this kid this bad will be body slammed off the side of a cliff by yours truly.
Dadzawa is back.

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