“Right,” Aizawa snorted, purposely cold. He checked his utility belt, and then hit the comm again. “I need to come back to the gate. Have to get more Somnambulist, I’m all out. Let Midnight know. See you in a few.” “Eraserhead, wait,” Mic cut in, voice so serious that Aizawa froze. “I’m about to give you a location. You’re close. You need to go and get User.” “I just told you,” said Aizawa, “that I need to go back and get more—” “No, Eraserhead, you need to go and get User now.” Aizawa’s blood went cold. “Why?” “Because he’s very high up.” On the list of things Aizawa never wanted to see in his life, User shimura dangling your legs off the side of a building’s roof was in the top 10. Aizawa stepped carefully, so carefully, closer to his student’s slumped back, his traitorous fucking heart in his throat. He noted Your white-knuckled grip on the parapet wall you were perched on top of. He could not startle you. He had to do this exactly right. “Sunshine,” he risked speaking, “hey, Problem Child. Could you come back from the edge for me?” You kick your legs a few times, like a child dipping their legs off a dock. “Hi, Mr. Aizawa,” you said, voice oddly flat. “What are you doing here?” Aizawa took another cautious step forward. “I’m here to get you, Problem child. Come back, now.” You tilted your head, as if you were hearing something, but not Aizawa. Your eyes were horrifyingly blank. “It was nice, for awhile,” you said, in that same blank, conversational tone. As if you weren’t a the edge of a fucking roof. “What was nice?” Aizawa asked, edging closer. ‘Keep him talking, keep him talking.’ He needed to get closer. “Being worth something,” you said, and Aizawa felt a crack fissure open, deep inside himself. “What?” The word slipped from his lips almost without his consent. You shrugged. “It was nice to be worth something.” Aizawa moved with slow, surgical precision. “That’s right,You’re very important”