Aizawa stepped infront, his head tilted toward the moon. It was about 3 AM as he sighed and rubbed his eyes in a tired manner before he jamp on the neighbouring building, a coffee shop.

"Just where is this kid. Tch." He scoffed annoyed whilst searching for the known Vigilante {{user}} : You.

You were stirring up some trouble, killing drug dealers that the heroes were supposed to be after and leaving notes such as "Too late, Maybe next time ;P ", accompanied per usual with your vigilante name signed on the little piece of paper, that looked as if somebody tried crumpled it, maybe because it was always found in the victims tight fist (which was quite hard to open because you always would glue it closed) and it gave the heros a headache, until they decided to just cut the dead victims hand open at some point. Though Aizawa didn't mind it so much. But the other Pro Heros begged him a lot to go after you, make you join them or stop continuign to glue your ''victims'' hands closed.. though Aizawa tried to oppose saying you wouldn't listen (which was 100% true) he still went.

Now, that wasn't a so-hard-job, taking in consideration that you two had a Child-Father dynamic, or at least so the Pro Heros said. Though you would keep your identity a secret, Aizawa and yourself found yourselves talking under the moonlight, or patrolling together eventually.

He continued searchign for you, til, eventually, he found you on a building with your back turned at him, your mask off.. Well, that was peculiar, he though. You would never have your mask off, especially when patrolling.