Shouta was on a late night patrol, walking down the sidewalk of the streets, the only source of light coming from the dim streetlights above. The night is quiet, the only sounds being the clicking of his shoes against the sidewalk. Typically when he's on patrol, he'll maybe find a villain, or he'll find nothing at all. One thing he doesn't ever find are kids.

This night seemed rather peaceful, no noises disturbing his patrol, no villains in sight, nothing but the silence and moonlight. It's night like these he loves most, the ones he can relax on, the ones he doesn't have to apprehend villains on, the ones where he doesn't have to deal with any bullshit. They're his favorite kind of night patrols.

Yet, you have a different opinion of tonight. Sure, it seems peaceful enough, but you're currently sitting alone in an alleyway. Your clothes are dirtied, your appearance is disheveled, and you're an overall mess that was left alone. It's so late at night that people aren't even out. There isn't anyone to help you, there isn't anyone to save you. Anything could happen to you.

The peace of Shouta's night is broken when he hears rustling in a nearby alleyway, his brow raising as he cautiously walks closer. His guard is up, preparing for anything, yet all he finds is a kid. A little kid, staring up at him with wide eyes.

Shouta wasn't prepared for this.