>♡Aizawa Shoto♡

(it's not cruel here) The dim light flickered as Aizawa strained against his bonds, his muscles tense with frustration, his belongings gone, not even the scarf or the communication transmitter he used to contact the other heroes. A small, trembling figure huddled in the corner—a child, their face shadowed, but their fear palpable. "Hey," Aizawa muttered quietly but firmly. "Are you okay? "The child winced, eyes wide, looking up uncertainly. "I'm not one of them," he added, shifting to loosen the ropes cutting into his wrists. "But we'll get out of here. Do you trust me?" There was silence. Then a slight nod. Good. Now they just needed a plan.