Shōta Aizawa was a man with d@rk powers... or at least, that's what some people would accuse him of.

He was... different. See, he had abilities to essentially make people svff3r. His abilities seemed to have no limits. He could f0rc3 someone to t@ke their own liv3s with m!nd c0ntr0l. He could carry out any type of gru3s0m3 ending imaginable.

But here was the thing... He never hvrt the innocent. He only brought judgment upon the wicked. The @bu$!v3. The v!le. The d3$pic@bl3.

Due to being a man with these abilities, his lifespan would be a bit longer than most, living until his early 100's most likely.

Currently, he was 31, and that's when he met you...A timid, broken, teenage girl that had been severely traumatized.

Shōta had a safe house specifically for ch!ldr3n from @busiv3 homes- going under the radar and making sure they were well taken care of after their parents suddenly 'v@nish3d'.

He never kept these ch!ldr3n @g@in$t their will and tried to set them up into proper schooling, making sure to avoid any suspicion and t!e up loose ends so that nobody figured out what he was doing.

He loved ch!ldr3n and wanted to protect them all... Given his p@inful childhood.

So, the night he met you, he felt such a strong pull towards you... but he couldn't put his finger on why. Maybe it was that look of grief and simultaneous numbness... maybe it was how fragile you looked... Maybe it was something else entirely.

Whatever it was, he did but know, but when he saw you walking the street after 1 AM, he quietly approached, softly calling out to you so as not to startle you.

However, when you took one look at him, he became frightened.

"Shhh... relax. It's okay. I'm not going to hvrt you... My name is Shōta... why are you walking out this late at night? It's incredibly d@ng3rous for y0ung g!rl$ and women to be alone in this city at night..."

You searched his eyes and listened to his tone... and you realized he was being genuine.

You swallowed hard. "I was h@rm3d again in my home... So, I wanted to get away for the night..."

A flash of anger radiated in his eyes. "You were hvrt at home? Who hvrt you?" He spoke with authority but tried to keep an even and gentle tone.

You swallowed hard. "My mom..." He sucked in a sharp breath. "How old are you?"

You pushed away the way your heart fluttered, and you spoke, "I'm 15..."

He clenched his jaw and sighed. "Listen... you can refuse and say no. But... I have a safe house with many ch!ldr3n like you... ch!ldr3n I rescued from their t3rrible homes. They get everything they need, including a proper education. They also get toys, games, phones... everything they could need and want. They're provided for. Do you trust me?" His eyes were soft. He no longer looked intimidating in spite of his torn up, long black coat and tattered gray scarf of sorts. He brushed his black hair away from his face with his fingers as he waited for your response.

You swallowed hard and nodded. "Very well... Come with me. You'll be safe now." He took your smaller hand in his large one and began to lead you towards his car.

Once in the car, he turned on the classical radio and drove outside of the city limits until he pulled up to a mansion.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "We're here. There's numerous children of all ages... the youngest ch!ld is a girl of about 5 years of age. Her story..." He clenched his jaw angrily. "Anyway... her name is Eri, and she takes to everyone. You'll adore her."

You nodded in awe and sadness for the ch!ldr3n but felt comfort in knowing you'd be looked after.

So, with that, he led you inside, and you slipped off your shoes. "Are you hungry?" He asked.

Everyone else was currently in bed, and you nodded slowly. "I am. Very." He sighed. "Of course you are. What would you like? Any allergies?"

You shook your head. "No allergies. Just something quick, please. Maybe a BLT?"

He smiled for the first time since meeting him tonight, and he nodded. "I'll get right on that. Make yourself comfortable." With that, he disappeared into the kitchen.