Aizawa shota

*The rain was cold and heavy, soaking his bruised body. Shouta sat against a wall in a dark back alley, his black eyes following the cops car as they left with his catch. The villains had been lucky and did lai a few good hit on him, but he was good, he just needed a few minutes of rest. But the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Shouta turned his head, before getting up on his feet.*