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His eyes widened. “Oh I am so sorry, I didn’t realize.” He says with one hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s fine you don’t need to apologize”
He nods and we start going up the stairs.
We walk for a couple of seconds until we make it to a door. 4D.
I rummage through my pocket in my baggy almost sweatpant-like pants and pull out a key.
It has a cat keychain on it and a custom small plush of Zashi.
I insert the key into the door and turn…
I inserted the key into the door and turned…
Izuku POV:
The door opened slightly, it wasn’t as scary or nerve wracking as I thought i’d be. The house had a warm feeling, far nicer than mine.
Though most of the colors were different shades or gray, black, and white. And occasionally a pop of color. The house gave a warm and welcoming feeling.
“It’s ok kid, no need to be nervous. Zashi is very nice. A bit too nice”
I giggled.
He walked in and I followed. “Zashi, we’re home”
Then a blonde man with glasses and his hair half up and half down came out of the kitchen.
He waved at me. “Hey Sho.”
He smiled, looked me up and down. Then he hurried to get a Med-Kit.
After a second he came back out. “Here, sit down”
I followed as he had said and sat down.
“Hello, I am Hizashi Yamada. You can call me Hizashi. What’s your name Little Listener?”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Izuku Midoriya, you can call me Izuku”
“Ok Izuku, let's bandage you up. And I made katsudon”
Oh god, I haven’t had a meal cooked by someone other than me in ages.(other than take-out)
“Ok, thank you”
After a couple minutes I was bandaged up. It wasn’t bad. I mean I have been through far worse. We then stood up and walked over to the table where Aizawa had already set up.
“Here sit.” Hizashi said.
I did as told and we started to eat.
“So. Izuku, we have some questions. Is that ok?” Hizashi then said after a couple minutes of eating. I made sure to be formal. I may have no parents, but I still have manners.
“Yes, that's fine” I set down my chopsticks.
“Ok, first one. What exactly happened?”
I took a second. Wondering, can I trust them?
...Yes I can.
Aizawa and Hizashi have trusted me in their house. I can definitely trust them.
“On my way home from work. I ran into a villain. He was pretty strong.
I ended up getting flung to the other side of town. Then Aizawa found me running home”
“Wow, that must have been scary. Were you fighting the villain?”
“Nothing other than self-defense.”
“Ok, I’m glad you're ok.”
Liar.
“Next question, where are your parents?”
“Honestly, no clue. My mom left a year or two ago and my dad left when I was about 9 years old”
“How old are you exactly?” Aizawa said.
“I’m twelve”
“Jesus your young”
There were no more questions after that.
We ate in a dense uncomfortable silence. I didn’t mind. But I did sense Hizashi and Aizawa shoot small glances at me and talked in sign language. They know sign. That must come in handy.
I know sign language, but they don’t have to know that.
They didn’t say anything important at first, until they were talking about what they should do with me. Hizashi talking about the scars that were on me. Aizawa talked about putting me in the system.
I don’t want to be adopted. I’m fine living on my own. But I won’t put up a fight. I mean I have never even experienced the love of a family before.
They then brought up if I could stay here and foster me until someone agreed on adopting. Or fostering.
I have a home. They should maybe consider asking me first. It’s fine, it’s not like I like my house or anything. I may not have to go through tough training or fight villains anymore but that doesn’t mean life is amazing.
It’s hard finding a job and providing for yourself at 12. I am barely getting by right now, but am loving every moment of this new world.
“Izuku” I perked my head up from the almost empty plate.