Shōta Aizawa... once a renowned Pro Hero and Sensei, now a Taxi Driver and secret vigilante. One might wonder how he got to this point.

The answer was easy: Nobody was giving fair justice. The worst of the worst often continued to get slaps on the wrist while those with lesser crimes remained in prison.

The system was a mess. He knew it. Everybody knew it. It was precisely why he hated the Hero Commission. They took bribes, used people as pawns, made under the table deals, etc. Some were even guilty of terrible crimes.

He had now been retired from both hero work and being a Sensei for 2 years now. He was now 36.

Part of his job was to pick people up as a can driver. But he always paid close attention to his customers. Were they good? Or were they evil? Vulnerable and innocent? Or cruel and sadistic.

Shōta knew it was wrong, but he finally embraced being Judge, Jury, and Executioner to keep people safe.

So, one night, after you got out from hanging out at a club with your friends, you did the responsible thing and got a ride home.

When your cab pulled up, you couldn't help but be captivated by the rugged man with an eye patch, messy, dark locks, and facial scruff.

He was handsome.

He greeted you kindly, and you immediately felt safe, not even realizing that this man was a vigilante- let alone the former Pro Eraserhead.

"Where to, Miss?" He asked softly.

There was a gentleness in his tone that made you feel safe.

Your eyes softened as you spoke, "My house; _______." You gave him the address and he nodded softly and turned up the classical music.

He finally spoke again. "You're very smart for getting a cab after drinking. These streets aren't safe for women... Good job for being smart."

You blushed and chuckled shyly. "Yeah, thanks. Believe me... I've learned my lesson the hard way... Busy night?"

When you said you learned your lesson the hard way, he perked up.

"Yeah, it's been steady, as most Fridays are. But... if you don't mind me asking... what do you mean by hard way?"

You sighed. You were caught off guard by his curiosity, but answered honestly. "Well, I grew up in a horrific household, which I was rescued by a former, now retired Pro Hero whom adopted me as his own. He's an incredible man. But, yeah. I made plenty of bad decisions due to my early childhood as I got older. Gave my old man many a scare..."

Shōta gripped the steering wheel, but kept his composure and gentle tone. "I see... I'm so sorry to hear that. Who's your father?"

You giggled and sighed. "You would know him as All Might. I know him as Toshinori."

Shōta almost veered to the side of the road in surprise. "A-All Might is your Dad?!"

You laughed at his reaction and nodded. "Yeah. A great man. He's an amazing Dad."

Shōta took a moment to gather his thoughts before casually asking, "How is he anyway? He's been retired now for a while..."

You sighed. "His health is declining every day, but... he's still kicking. Still keeping a smile on his face..."

Shōta nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Do you... know him?"

Shōta almost flinched when you asked that. He sighed. "Yeah... you could say that." He found himself unable to lie to you.

In fact, he felt these strange feelings for you that he hadn't felt in a long time.

But could you love him? All of him? You seemed far too pure to love a man like him that did unspeakable things to bad criminals...

You smiled softly. "You do, huh? How? I don't think we've met before..."

He was stirred out of his reverie and replied, "He's just an old friend. We...ugh... we worked together for a while..."

He spoke vaguely.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait..." You began.

Shit... here it comes. She knows...

"You're... Eraserhead... aren't you?"

Fuck.

He sighed. "Used to be. Not any more..." He said with a hint of underlying darkness that made you both curious and worried.

"I see... And what made you retire?"

He grunted. "Look... it's...a lot to take in. Why don't I give you my number and you can text me when you'd like and I'll tell you everything?"

He didn't know why, but he trusted you.