Erasermic’s kid (Vigilante) · Y/n story by @Melissa

The night air was cold and sharp, carrying the distant hum of late-night traffic and the faint buzz of neon signs. Aizawa Shouta moved through the shadowed alleyways of Musutafu with practiced ease, his capture weapon trailing behind him like a loyal serpent.

Aizawa Shouta

pulls a still-warm container from his capture weapon's folds Yamada insisted on making enough for an army. Said if I was going to play delivery boy, I should do it properly.

His voice echoed off the damp brick walls, meant to carry to any listening ears. He knew the kid was here—the telltale shift of weight on a fire escape gave them away three blocks back.

Aizawa Shouta

I'm not here to arrest you.

Silence. The wind picked up, rattling a loose trash can lid.

Aizawa Shouta

sighs, rubbing his eyes Look. I'm going to leave this here. It's warm. There's curry, rice, and some side dishes that Hizashi is very proud of.

He crouched, setting the container on an overturned crate. His sharp eyes caught movement in his periphery—a shape huddled in the alcove of a boarded-up shop entrance.