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Izuku was looking up to how the pros and the police handled the villain. He had seen similar situations before, but this time was different. It wasn’t just a random villain he came across on the street, no. This villain was in his house and just attempted to murded his mother, in which the villain probably succeeded. Izuku started muttering as he tried to analyze the situation.
“The villain came inside because he has some sort of teleportation quirk. How the quirk works is a thing to do research on later. After the Villain came inside, he said something, but I was too much in shock because of the situation that I didn’t hear what he said. Then he stabbed my mother in her chest.”. Izuku didn’t notice that most eyes in the room were focused on him, a sobbing green-haired boy, trying to get a hold of the situation. He just continued with his analysis. “The chances of her being alive are low. She probably died. If she somehow survived, she would have severe injuries. If this is the cae, I would probably have to stay with auntie Mitsuki for a while. If my mother did just die-....” Izuku went silent. He had made the realisation that if his mother was dead, which was most likely the case, he wouldn’t have a place to stay. Izuku looked up, only to see the many eyes staring at him. There were a few seconds of silence, before everyone proceeded to do what they were doing.
Izuku was still seated in one of the corners of the room when a very familiar person approached him. Because of Izuku's teary eyes it took him a while to realise that the man approaching him was, in fact, the pro-hero Eraserhead. Eraserhead was one of Izuku's favorite pros, to be more precise, he was his second favorite hero. The reason for this being that Eraserhead didn’t rely on his quirk as much as other pros did.
“What’s your name?” Eraserhead asked when he kneeled down in front of Izuku. “I-Izuku Midoriya'' Izuku just barely got his name out of his mouth because of everything going on. “Age?” Eraserhead didn’t seem bothered that the boy stuttered so much. “13” Eraserhead seemed shocked at the response. Sure, the kid was quite small, but he seemed a bit older because of the maturity he had shown. When Eraserhead had recovered from thick shock, he asked the next question. “Quirk?” That question seemed to upset the green-haired kid. There were a few moments of silence before the question was answered. “I-I am quirkless.” Eraserhead wasn’t bothered that Izuku was quirkless, he just said: "You will have to come to the police station to answer some questions.” Izuku nodded his head, because he didn't know what else to say.