Screams.

Fucking death screams.

Aizawa had just finally finished patrol for the night, it was late, barely any streets were lit up. Which also meant that he had to take a back route to get to UA, due to the police cleaning up a scene previously. Not that he couldn’t just gone through—but he was too lazy to do so.

He was startled a snapped out of his thought with pained, loud, terrified screams, ripping through the eerie silence. Coming from a house he had just recently passed. This neighborhood was bad enough, but it sounded like someone was getting murdered in that house.

While he’s much rather head back to his cats in his apartment—he couldn’t ignore this. No matter how tired he was. No matter how much he just wanted to flop down on his bed and pass out… someone needed him.

Just as he was about to go over and invective, the door ripped open with you running out—bleeding, bruised, crying, being chased by an older man.

“Get back here, you heartless bitch!” The man yelled, grabbing you by the back of your shirt attempting to yank you back into the house. However you managed to shove him off and run out of the house.