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Izuku wakes in pain and panicking. He can smell the serenity of the room he's in. It takes him a moment to remember what happened and then, from there, infer where he is. he opens his room to a dim light coming in through the windows of the infirmary. He lies there for a while before someone comes to check up on him. When they do, it's Recovery Girl, and she just checks him over before giving him another dose of her quirk, along with some energy gummies, and sending him on his way. While he makes his way to his alley, he sees Eraserhead again in a blur across the rooftops, following him. He decides to just let it happen; if he decides to catch Izuku, he won't fight it.
It turned out Eraserhead had decided to catch him, as not an hour later, just as he was walking into his alley, he yelped, feeling the binding cloth wrap around his waist and pull him up and onto the roof directly above him, face-to-face with Eraserhead. He stands there, neither of them saying a word, as the cloth starts getting tighter and tighter around him until it's so tight he can barely breathe. "That's really tight, could you maybe loosen it a little?" he asks with a strained voice.
"Yeah, sorry kid, got a little lost in thought there," and then the cloth is loosened, and he can breathe, but it isn't taken all the way off. "Could you take this off?"
"Sorry, but no. It needs to be on, I can't risk having you run off," Aizawa says dryly. "Fair," he says.
He is led off the roof and down the fire escape. He is then led somewhere just down the street and realizes it's a police station. He never knew it was there. He is then led inside and to an interrogation room. He was then left there, and his bag was taken away, so he couldn't even pass the time by doing homework. He sits there bored for what feels like an hour, but is only thirty minutes, before a detective enters. He is then asked a bunch of questions he wasn't prepared for. He was prepared for questions about his dragon form, but instead, he was being asked about where he lives and who his parents are.
To his surprise, in just a few minutes, the detective named Tsukauchi was finished with questioning him, and he was left alone in the room again. Aizawa then entered the room and walked him out of the station and to a sleek black car with his bags already in the back. It's quiet except for the radio turned down low. He wants to say something, but doesn't have the guts to, so they sit in silence until they reach a house with another car in the driveway. "Whose car is that?" he asks.
"That is my husband's car. I hope that won't be a problem?" Aizawa looks over to him with an eyebrow raised. "No, not at all. I was just curious," he says, looking down at his hands clasped in his lap, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "That's alright, kid, why dont we go inside and get you settled?" Aizawa says kindly. "Okay," he says shyly, reluctantly getting out of the car and following the man inside.
"I'm back," He calls out into the house, and Izuku winces. He's never had good experiences with yelling. "Welcome home! Oh, hi Midoriya, you didn't tell me he was going to be here. Well, Midoriya's dinner will be ready in a few. Sho will show you the guest room," Yamada says cheerfully. Izuku nods and follows Aizawa as he leads him through the house to a room at the end of a hallway. "This is our guest room, though I guess it's your room now. Why dont you unpack, and I'll be back to get you for dinner." Aizawa then walks away, and a few moments later, he hears them talking in the kitchen.
He sets his bag near the desk in the corner of the room. He walks over to the bed and sits, and waits for Aizawa to come back.
It's around half an hour before he hears a knock on the door and Aizawa telling him to come out. He does as quickly as possible without seeming like he's rushing to get it over with. He hates being in other people's homes; it makes him feel uncomfortable and out of place. But he sits through the uncomfortable for him, dinner politely, and tries to wash his dish, but it's taken out of his hands and washed for him as he's sent to bed. He hopes he can survive this without being caught.