Yamada I need a police report and to adopt twenty children by midnight thanks
It was just supposed to be a normal patrol. The only thing out of the ordinary was that Aizawa was expanding his perimeters. The crime rate has been steadily increasing recently, which means a lot more heroes are getting hurt and put out of commission, so Aizawa was picking up the slack. All he wanted was to go back to his house and drink some nice lavender tea with Yamada, but no. He had to be out here, while it's snowing no less. Don't get him wrong, he knows it's his job, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.
The cold wind nipped at his nose as he pulled his capture scarf farther up, nearly blocking his airway, but he really didn't care. It was all he could do to keep himself focused on his job, despite thinking about his husband and cats back at home. His nice, warm home. He would give his left hand to be there right now.
You see, Aizawa never really wanted a big house. A small apartment would've been enough for him, as long as it had a bed, it would have all he needs. None the less, the media doesn't see it that way. If it was just Aizawa it would be fine, as an underground hero doesn't gather that much attention anyway. But Yamada, or Present Mic he should say, was big in the public eye. And to the public, a loud flashy hero needs a loud, flashy house to match. So he begrudgingly agreed to the larger house. He wasn't sure if he could even say house. It was practically a mansion at this point, three floors, a kitchen so large he could get lost in it, and too many bedrooms to count. Aizawa couldn't complain though, as the security was top notch, so he could sleep easily at night without worrying about stray villains trying to pick a fight.
Just as Aizawa was at the end of his new route and was about to turn back, a cry ripped out from the darkness. And it wasn't just a cry, it was a horrible, ear-piercing shriek that made his heart drop. No one made that noise unless they were being horrifically hurt. The worse part was that it seemed to be continuous, as if whoever was making that retched sound wasn't even taking breaths in between screams.
High on new-found adrenaline, Aizawa quickly made his way over the buildings toward the sound of the crying. As he got closer, he noticed a small building. It wasn't anything special, only one story and very tiny. He probably wouldn't even have noticed it if it wasn't for the shrieking. It was dirty too, the grass was overgrown and the bricks were chipping, and Aizawa even noticed a few broken windows.
None the less, this was definitely the right place. The shrieking was vibrating in his chest now, and his eardrums felt they were about to pop. Immediately Aizawa rammed his fist against the rundown door three times. To his surprise, the screaming ceased instantly. At least it wasn't as loud as before, as he could still hear crying, but it now sounded muffled. He was pondering knocking the door down when it flung open. There stood a large lady. A very, very large lady.
She had a scowl on her face, her lips curled up in a growl with sloppy purple lipstick put over them. Bejeweled red cat-eye glass adorned her small, beady hazel eyes, and her greasy brown hair was pulled back into a messy high bun. But whether the messy part was intentional or not, Aizawa would never know. The lady had also had on a large, red and green candy striped sweater, with obnoxious writing that said,"Ho Ho Holidays!" splattered down the middle. Underneath she had on black sweatpants with pink polka dots covering it, which was stained with what looked like Chinese food.
"The hell you want?"
If he was being honest, he was a little taken aback by the enormous lady blocking the door way. She was practically blocking out all of the light from the building, so there was no way he could peer inside. Either way, he was a pro, and his job is to help those who need it. And whoever was screaming like that, definitely needed it.
"Hello ma'am, I'm pro-hero Eraserhead. I heard loud shrieking while on my patrol coming from this building, so I stopped by to see if you needed help."
At the mention of him being a pro-hero, the woman's eyes widened. Aizawa half hadn't expected her to believe him, as not many people knew who he was in the first place. Her angry face morphed in a smile, which probably was intended to be sweet and charming, but it looked more frightening when he caught sight of the leftover food stuck in her yellow teeth.
"Ah, Mr. Eraserhead sir-"
"Just Eraserhead is fine."
Her face turned slightly pink, as she tried to smooth out her wrinkled sweater,"Um yes, Eraserhead, to what pleasure do I owe your visit at my establishment?" She finished with her smile widening a tad too much, just enough for it to be creepy.
"The screaming?"
Her face went from pink to red,"Oh yes! How silly of me! Everything is completely fine here! You can go on your way! It's much to cold for you to stay here any longer." This time her eyes crinkled too much, causing her eyes to look like small crescents.
This immediately caught Aizawa's attention. There was no way someone was screaming like that and everything was fine. Something had to of happened, not to mention how suspicious she was acting already.
He raised his eyebrows at her,"I'm having a hard time believing that. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to come in."
Before she could say anything, Aizawa not-so-gently pushed himself into the cramped building. He instantly started to take in his surroundings. The interior would be clinically white, if not for the supposed years of grime that stuck to the walls. Above him, a few of the blinding overhead lights were burnt out, and the ones that weren't were flickering. To his left was a receptionist desk with a computer and what looked like Chinese takeout that was probably getting cold. Attached to the walls were kids posters that he supposed were supposed to be cheery, but they are so sparse and faded that it look more sad than uplifting.
But what caught his attention most was the woman standing at the other end of the short lobby. She was a complete opposite of the lady who answered the door, as she stood rim-rod straight and was very tall. Almost bug like. She was smiling way too wide with her blue eyes wide open as she futilely tried to smooth down her thinning blonde hair. Her arms and legs were scarily bony, and Aizawa was sure he could wrap his hands around her impossibly thin waist and they would overlap. She posed with her hand and her hips and her legs crossed, as if she was trying to model for him, and was batting her eyelashes with her over-done makeup slightly mushed around.
"Why hello Eraserhead sir! What would bring you here on this fine evening!"
Aizawa did all he could not to roll his eyes. He knew he had to be professional, but her fake attitude was already annoying him. "As I said before, just Eraserhead is fine. I came here because of the shouting I heard earlier, although it seems to be done now. If you don't mind me asking, what is this place anyway?"
This caused the woman's smile to drop, just a little, before she picked it back up with an even wider one, somehow. "Oh! I assure you everything is just fine and dandy here! Everything is practically perfect!" This caused her then to laugh, way over-enthusiastically and over-done, almost like a news reporter,"This is an orphanage for troubled children, those poor souls. We give them food and shelter and lots of love!"
Again, this caught Aizawa's attention, causing him to raise an eyebrow,"Troubled kids?"
"Aha! Yes! All of them have done something villainous in their life, so they get sent here to be corrected."
Aizawa thought she seemed much to happy to be saying that, but he decided not to mention it,"If that's the case, is it possible that I may talk to them? If you aren't aware of the screaming I was talking about earlier, there is a chance that one of them might have heard it and lead me in the right direction."
Of course this was a lie. Aizawa knew the yelling came from here, and it's obvious these ladies are lying. Now that he knew that kids were in the mix, Aizawa couldn't help but to worry. This didn't seem like that great of a place to take care of children, even if they are troubled ones. Even ignoring the grungy building he was in, the neighborhood in general was a nasty place for anyone. Lots of mugging and drug deals went on around here, and if he had kids Aizawa wouldn't want them anywhere near here.
At the mention of Aizawa wanting to meet the children, the tall lady's face dropped, and this time a smile didn't come back on it. In fact, she seemed almost scared. The large woman who opened the door for him then put a thick hand on his shoulder.
"I think you should leave his building, Eraserhead."
The woman's threat rumbled through his body. He didn't want to start a fight here, especially since there were supposed children around. Not to mention that he didn't know either of their quirks, and that he couldn't expect backup this late in the night. I guess he had no choice but to back down.
"I don't want to start anything, I just-"
Right then he was cut off. Though it wasn't by one of the ladies, but a child. Behind the bug-like lady was a door that Aizawa hadn't even noticed before, but now it was creaked open with messy ball of green peaking out.
"I'm- I'm sorry for being up past curfew ma'am, b-but Tokoyami-Kun can't sleep again. We-we don't know what-" The small child was then abruptly cut off when the tall lady grabbed his arm harshly.
"What did I tell you about manners, Izuku?" The plastic smile on her face was back on, except this time it seemed much too threatening, and her eyes much too wide, as if she wanted to scream and yell, but was holding back. She was gripping his forearm with a vulture-like grip, with her long painted nails piercing his skin.
Like this, Aizawa could get a good view of the kid. He didn't look much older than four, with curly green hair frizzing up around his head. It made him look unbalanced, as his body was scarily thin, almost if he was a walking skeleton. He was short too, which only made him seem more inferior next to the overbearingly tall lady towering over him. The second she grabbed his arm he had broken out into tears.
"I- I'm s-sorry! I just- I didn't- I-" The kid, who the lady called Izuku, started blubbering, but he didn't get a chance to get his words out before the lady gripped his arm harder, which Aizawa could swear drew blood, and tossed him roughly back behind the door and shut it loudly behind him.
She smoothed out her pencil skirt again, and smiled at Aizawa,"Now! Sorry about that! The little buggers just can't seem to keep their mouth shut! Could you imagine putting up with 20 of them? We have to do it daily! Where were we again?"
Aizawa wanted to hit her across her bony face. Was she really acting as if Aizawa hadn't seen how she treated that child? Aizawa wanted to call the cops right then and there, as a sickening thought kept echoing through his brain. That was a child who was screaming. Not an adult, or someone who was being mugged, but a small child at an orphanage.
It was then Aizawa remembered the larger lady was still there, and her beefy hand with black painted nails was still gripping his shoulder. As much as Aizawa wanted to stay and help these children, he needed actual evidence to give to the police. Even though it hurt Aizawa's pride, there was no way he could do this himself. At least not legally.
"I'll be back tomorrow."
Aizawa didn't need to say any more, as he wasn't taking no for an answer. As he curtly pulled his shoulder away from the lady and walked out the building, slamming the door behind him, he couldn't help but to think of the work he needs to do.
It started as a normal patrol, with nothing out of the ordinary. But now at the end of it, he was thinking of how much evidence he'd need to collect to shut down and orphanage, and how on Earth he could convince Yamada to adopt 20 troubled kids.