Aizawa pretended to ignore the kid on the roof right behind him. The small body keeping up, but not following him. The silhouette behind him fading in and out of his peripheral vision became a second thought when he noticed the poor woman, her hair being pulled by the equivalent of grown, drunk, schoolboy bullies. (Cross-Posted from Ao3, Tags and CW inside)

He reached down, his large, spindly hands perfectly cradling the small creature. The eyes of the thing looked back at him, wide, green, and brimming with tears. (Tags inside, will post to ao3 soon)