Hizashi knew his job description told him to take in vigilante's if he saw them...but he couldn't get himself to.

Not when there was a poor kid in vigilante gear about 13 blocks from where a recent apartment building fire had been.

He knew a vigilante had gotten every damn parent and kid out of that place, but he saw you, and he just couldn't turn you in.

You looked out of breath, your face flushed from the heat, with your body slumped against a wall in an alley.

He crouched down in front of you without a word and gently pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to feel for the heat.