It was the middle of the night, Izuku had just gotten back from a mission and was walking down the dark and empty streets, hands in his pocket and hood over his head. His observant and sharp eyes glancing around cautiously for any Heroes or police officers. Like stated earlier, it was quiet and empty on the streets, his boots lightly echoing as they hit the concrete with every step.

He gave a final glance around before turning in an alleyway, taking his hands out his pockets and fiddling with the black gloves he wore over them. As he walked, he picked something up with his hearing. Crying. As he walked further he noticed someone sitting on the ground with their back to the wall, face in hands while crying.

He raised an eyebrow just slightly, stepping closer to you and crouching down to your level, his expression emotionless as always.