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call-me-copycat · 2 years ago

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Escaping The Night (Part 7)

➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem Reader + Father/Mentor Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Angst to fluff + slowburn

▶ Summary: Aizawa takes reader to a fish market early in the morning and they both learn some more after an unpredicted event and reaction occurs.

▶ Word Count: 6200

▶ Warnings:

- Reader has a panic attack

- Slow chapter (sorry! >\\\<)

- No Shinso yet :-(

➜ [Part 1]

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

{This is Part 7}

➜ [Part 8]

[Part 9] ➜ Coming soon!

Nezu went up and shook your hand again.

"Welcome to U.A, [Name]! We look forward to having here."

The night after you headed back to Eraserhead's place, you couldn't help but replay the conversation that you had been a part of in the office earlier. You'd be an official student of U.A... something that wasn't ever really on your bucket list, nor was it something you even wanted to go through with. You sighed solemnly, wondering if getting taken in by an orphanage or temple was still an option.

You felt the couch dip a bit from the opposite side of where you were sitting, and you didn't have to look up to know who it was as it was just the two of you there.

"The TV works, just so you know. You're allowed to use it whenever you'd like."

You looked up and over to the other end of the couch where Eraserhead was seated ever so casually, with a cup of coffee seemingly always finding it's way into his hands.

You didn't respond, instead opting to cross your legs and continue your act of silently staring at the wall ahead, allowing your thoughts to entertain you instead. You had been in worse situations, so patience was pretty much something you had mastered rather well for someone your age.

Aizawa breathed out of his nose a bit, now uninterested in the cup of coffee that he had gotten to keep himself up for the night. Truth be told, he didn't know the slightest thing on what he was going to do. He didn't know anything about you, such as likes or dislikes that he could've used to plan his actions accordingly and possibly win over your trust. He knew how to handle his class after looking over them for nearly a year, and he felt that he knew all the ins and outs that came with them.

Like how Midoriya was pretty much happy with anything hero related but can't handle horror movies, or when Denki and Kirishima are put together they somehow always manage to tire each other out, or how Uraraka has to hold her pinkies out when holding something in case her quirk might get set off. Over such a short course of time he's learned so much about his students (whether they think so or not), and so it felt a bit startling when Aizawa realized that he was pretty much starting from scratch with you.

He hadn't dealt with many kids like you, and he certainly had never been in a situation such as the one he currently found himself in. But he knew that if his students were able to make it work and develop into the kids he knew them today, then it most likely would be a beneficial experience when it came to helping you as he did them.

Aizawa tapped his foot on the floor as he started to feel a tad restless, the deafening silence starting to fill his ears and make the whole situation even more tense then it needed to be. Every little sound around the two of you was able to be heard, and it was all strengthened by the lack of any other audible sounds to cover them up.

His head started spinning as his thoughts began jumping around his head, erratic and without pattern or predictability. Worries and fears began crawling their way into his contemplation, and he struggled to understand what it was that he wanted to do next, too worried about the future to think about the present.

Your eye twitched. The silence was awful, yes, but it was made even more unbearable when Eraserhead's foot started tapping. Lightly at first, it grew until it reached a neutral state, consistently knocking against the floor. You weren't lying when you told yourself that you absolutely hated where you had gotten. Warm meals and free clothes be damned, you just wanted to get back to how things were the way you had them.

Closing your eyes and breathing out a heavy sigh, you tried your best to shut out the outside world - along with trying your best to drown out the tapping.

'Ding!'

A sudden sound that caught the both of you off guard caused the two of you to jump at the abrupt sound. Aizawa, glad to have a distraction from his distressing thoughts, jumped up to go get whatever it was that he had made for your guy's dinner.

After trying his best to coax you into eating, once again you both reached a middle ground and you ate about a third of what he made before dashing off to go hide from the awkwardness in your bedroom.

Your bed had been successfully put together, and so all that was left was to make the room yours by means of decoration. That wasn't something that was on your mind, as you didn't even see the room as something of yours, but rather simply a room that you were staying in. And so, for the first time you got to actually sleep in your room for once.

Sure, the windows were deadbolted and secured shut, and sure, the walls were a horrible pale beige color that made you want to cover your head with a blanket all night, and sure, a bunch of other things also helped to add to the situation... but in the end at least you got privacy for once. You were honestly a little worried that you'd be sleeping on the couch for the remainder of your schooling.

You laid in your bed, silence surrounding you as you let yourself become immersed in your thoughts. You didn't know why you thought so much. You thought about everything that you knew existed (well, with exceptions), and you constantly found yourself thinking about means of survival and plans for attacks.

But now as you laid there, you simply wouldn't allow yourself to fall prey to the easy lifestyle that so many had worked hard for, and so many more that had promised it to you. It didn't feel natural, and in a way you felt that you were disrespecting all those who couldn't get out of their situations as easy as you could. Not that you wanted to get out of how you were living, it was just others were in much deeper than you had ever gotten and couldn't find a way out.

You rolled over on your side and looked at the curtainless windows, finding comfort in the moonlight that blanketed you and the room. In a way it felt as though you were a child again, being held in the never changing arms of the moon.

Memories of when you were little started flooding your thoughts, and you remembered how over the years you'd look up at the moon from your bedroom window - sometimes crying, sometimes painfully silent, or just quietly taking in the beautiful glow. Even recently, the moonlight always helped lead the way when you were in missions with your group, and it helped prevent you from getting lost numerous times.

As you stared at the moonlight with a gentle fondness, you began to forget about your vague fatigue, it being replaced with some sort of pressured impulse. The impulse to get closer to the stars, to not just let the light shine on you but rather to be completely immersed in all it's glory.

Stargazing was something that you rarely had time for, but you would always find a way regardless due to the fact that it alleviated some of the stressful thoughts that ate away at your sanity.

You knew the windows were locked (Eraserhead said that when you gained his complete trust then he'd gladly open them back up), but you also knew that the room door wasn't locked - in case you needed to use the restroom or something like that.

However, this caused Eraserhead to become overly paranoid on how you might escape if given the chance, and he knew you'd take anything you could get. So, all doors, windows, and vents were locked, with absolutely no chance of escape. To you, it all felt so very similar to a kidnapping. Only this was legal, somehow.

*I talk a lot about the layout, so I thought this would help again*

Sliding out of the bed, your feet met the ground silently. Deciding to risk it as you had nothing else to lose, you quietly padded over to the door, gently grabbing the knob in your hand and turning your body with it to avoid squeaking. Once the door was sightly cracked open, you stuck your head out, trying your best to scan the dark room with all of your senses in case Eraserhead was near. You raised your leg and lowered your weight down slowly in case of creaky boards. Repeating this step, you softly creeped over and looked into the living room, seeing no sign of Eraserhead. You refused to let your guard down, as an unseen enemy always held the biggest threat. Looking around a bit further, you saw his bedroom door was almost closed, only open a crack which let a small sliver of light squeeze through.

Now knowing where he was, you slinked soundlessly across the room in the opposite direction, stopping at the large balcony windows that held the best view of the small town and the moon. You slowly pushed the curtains to the side, your eyes widening a bit at the scenic view. The moon was nestled over the town and all its people, bathing whatever it could reach in its milky white light, and the rest of the town helped in the illumination with numerous lights of its own. If you weren't having to constantly keep yourself on guard, you would've found the scene quite relaxing.

Of course, you couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at the fact that if you were still living the way you once were then you could've had a much better view top of one of the many buildings that dotted the city. It was something that you'd do almost every night, just something to ground yourself and help bring solace in order to provide a distraction to the numerous stresses that littered your daily life. You supposed that this view would have to do as it was better than being locked in a concrete room without anything.

You allowed yourself another minute of serenity, closing your eyes and trying to drain some of the tension that stiffened your body. However that extra minute was taken from you as your hair rose a bit, feeling as though there were eyes on you. In one fluid yet silent motion, you turned your whole body only to come face to face with nothing. Suspicion gnawing at your gut, you decided to head back to your room to avoid any further problems.

As you made your way back you almost let out a curse as you realized that Eraserhead had set a piece of tape over where the door and the wall met, and once you opened it the tape ripped, proving that you left the room. Sighing, you shrugged it off and decided to just say that you had to use the bathroom in case he would ask.

Once the morning sun was once again greeting you in the eyes like an eager dog, you knew that you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. However, when you fully opened your eyes you realized that it wasn't the morning sun, but rather the yellow glow of the bedroom light - the one responsible for it being Eraserhead, who was nonchalantly leaning against the wall next to the switch.

"Up and at 'em, squirt. We've got another busy day today." He spoke, not seeming the least bit tired compared to how you felt. You were used to getting up in the morning, but you didn't even know how early it was due to the lack of a clock in the room. Squinting your eyes at him in an attempt of a glare combined with your heavily resisting eyes trying to close again, you turned and looked outside only to find that it was still pitch black.

You sighed, much too tired to deal with whatever it was that he had planned. You had a sneaking suspicion that he was trying especially hard to gain your trust, it was just the 'why' part that got you wondering.

"Do I have a choice?" You asked, fatigue and exasperation not affecting your monotone accentuation the slightest.

"Not this time, sorry kid, but I promise it'll be worth it".

You raised an eyebrow at the man, because so far nothing that he had shown you had seemed like it was worth anything to you at least. Regardless, you still got up, trying your best to ready yourself for whatever he had in store next.

You weren't expecting this, you admitted. Shivering, you clenched your arms closer to your torso as you followed Eraserhead throughout the busy fish market. Narrowly curving around a worker that sped by with a large fish wrapped for a customer, you began to wonder if Eraserhead had actually been insane this whole time and was just good at covering it up.

"May I ask, just why are we here?" You sarcastically questioned the man in charge of watching and caring for you. You just had to know what going on in his head to lead him to decide that learning best happened in a fish market at 4 am. The both of you stuck out like sore thumbs, as the market place was really only filled with greasy fishermen and produce buyers for busy shops, and sometimes a curious foreigner or two being led around by a guide.

"Because sometimes you can learn quite a bit when you're introduced to a new setting." He didn't seem to be the slightest bit concerned about your disinterest and grumbling, simply walking around with such ease as if he knew the place by heart. With what little you knew about the man, maybe he did.

A hurried fisherman wearing muddied boots and carrying a large bucket nearly slammed into you, only missing by a hairs width due to Eraserhead gently pulling you out of the way by your sleeve. The fisherman in name turned and glared at you for a second, to which you offered a sharper one back.

"You need to keep observation of your surroundings, it's not always the time to be stuck in your head." He lightly scolded - well, more like telling rather than scolding.

You huffed out a breath, upset with how condescending he could be. You believed that you already knew everything you needed to know about keeping focus, and so you saw no reason in the scolding. You were tired, the smell of fish was never going to leave your nose, there were people everywhere and they were all rushing too fast, you were freezing from not only the outside snow but also the low temperature they had to keep the building in order to preserve the fish, and most importantly you really didn't want to be there.

Eraserhead saw this and led you to where he was planning in the first place, a slightly more open area that held large creates and boxes rather than just frozen fish placed for display.

"Ah, I haven't seen you in ages, Shota!"

A voice rang out from near the back, and it sounded like an elderly lady to you. Sure enough, a little old lady wearing a green apron and a matching bandana shuffled out, and you realized that they must have known each other.

Aizawa gave her a grunt in response before apologizing, "Sorry it's been awhile Obaasan*1. I have someone I'd like to introduce you to by the way."

The old lady laughed and told him to never apologize for being busy before turning to you and smiling even bigger. She reached over and pinched your cheek (to which you reluctantly let her), cooing at you.

"D'aw, and whose this little cutie? What's your name, sweetie?" The old lady asked, and in turn you unknowingly frowned at the nickname that once again made appearance. Seeing that you didn't know what to do, Eraserhead spoke up for you.

"I took her in recently, but she's not really adjusted yet so I'd, uh, go lightly on the touching."

The old lady didn't seem bothered by this, instead retracting her hand and grabbing the glasses off her head to get a better look at you.

You looked over to Eraserhead with another look of bitterness, however before you or him could say anything the elderly lady spoke up first.

"Oh? You don't look too happy, do you? Let's fix that, I have some extra bits of fish and squid that I'll bag for you. Shota here can make it for you, and I guarantee it'll brighten you right up!"

"You don't-"

Before you could get a word in she was already shuffling away and into her little kitchen area.

Sighing, you turned and looked over to Eraserhead, now being able to properly glare at him. He just chuckled in response, which only served to fuel the fire that was stressing your thoughts.

"Are you friends with anyone else or can I get a break from the introductions?" You asked indignantly, resentment filling the question.

"Well, there's a lot of people that you're going to come into contact with whether you like it or not. You can choose the easy way and have me explain everyone to you, or you can take the hard way and try to learn it all yourself." He explained earnestly.

"That still doesn't completely explain why we're here-",

You once again got cut off, the little old lady shuffling out with a tied plastic bag in her hands. You tried resisting, but she was even more stubborn and eventually pushed the bag into your hands, the smile on her face never leaving. You looked down at the bag, feeling the soft squishy contents inside. You held the bag by the top so you wouldn't have to feel... whatever it was that was on the inside. Once the old lady left to go make a sale you shoved the bag into Eraserhead's arms instead (a bit more aggressively than needed), with his only response being a low chuckle.

As you walked over to the crates area of the warehouse Eraserhead spoke up.

"Ok, I'll give in and explain another reason why we're here. That lady you just met is one of the sales workers who sells lots of different ingredients and recipes. She actually helped me out quite a bit when I was younger and was struggling to pay my bills and buy food."

You both turned a corner, and you saw three people all grunting as they simultaneously worked together to get a large octopus into its tank. Eraserhead continued,

"But she wasn't the reason why we're here, I just wanted to introduce you to her. You see-"

You cut him off with a question,

"You called her 'Obaasan'. Is she a relative?"

"No, I just call her that since that's what she has everyone call her."

"Oh "

He continued where he was cut off,

"Another reason why we're here is because I need to sign a shipment order for Lunch Rush, the school's cook. There's a lot of students so he needs a lot of food."

As Eraserhead walked up and began to discuss with the delivery manager, you decided that this was a good time for you to look around. Finally in a safe area that was away from the rush of people, you took in all you could. The people never stopped coming, but it seemed at though there was a harmonious flow that they all silently followed, always rushing around each other and other objects without a single accident.

The whole placed had a constant fishy smell that filled it from top to bottom, and it piqued your interest with all the many different types of people that came to buy their ingredients that otherwise would never interact with each other outside of the place. There were little old couples buying for their mom and pop shops, mixed with large scuffed fishermen that always had a serious look planted on their faces, along with even more groups of random people- such as tourists, parents with their curious kids, and even a hero or two out of costume.

Through the large doors of the warehouse you saw the tips of the sun's rays beginning to peak, and that's when it seemed that everyone was starting to finish. Crates were slammed shut, trucks loaded, garbage was emptied, and the floors were getting washed down by a team of sanitation workers with hoses.

Not everyone was done though, as some were in more of a rush than others. You felt a sudden bought of unease, and you tensed as you wondered what might have caused it.

All of a sudden, across the large warehouse and the rushing people you got a clear view of a lady standing on a large ladder, packing boxes into the top of an almost filled truck. As she pushed and positioned the boxes at the top, you noticed the ladder was wobbling too much for comfort. You looked around and noticed that it seemed as if no one else noticed this, or if they did then they certainly weren't showing any concern.

Eraserhead was finishing up the rest of the signing, and everyone else was cleaning for the day as dawn began to break out.

Abruptly and without warning, you watched as the ladder wobbled over too far to return back upright, and so it began to descend. Almost as if time was slowing down, the people and environment around you blurred as you forgot about them and you felt a tunnel form around the slowly descending ladder, nothing else in your frame of view. You realized that your legs were moving before you even fully understood what was happening, and before you knew it you felt the cold air stinging your eyes and scraping the inside of your throat as you panted and ran, ignoring the angered looks of ongoers as you pushed by and the startled voice of Eraserhead.

They all became forgotten and muddled, the ladder being the only thing in your frame of view. You felt the cold metal touch your hands and heard the shriek of the lady along with the shouts of worry from nearby workers. You hadn't even realized that you had reached the ladder, it was in the distance one second and in your hands the next. Groaning as you pushed the ladder back into place, you felt relief at the sound of all four legs hitting the ground, only having the lady on top swaying a bit as she struggled to regain get balance.

As soon as you let go of the ladder, that's when it hit you. The dead silence.

Everyone around looked at you in awe, nobody saying a thing, simply letting their mouths hang agape. Your eyes widened, not realizing what it was that you just did, and especially not the attention that it would garner.

The film of silence was broken once the lady who was on the top climbed down (with the help of an associate), because as soon as she saw you she started sniveling and clinging to your hand as she cried out 'thank you's over and over. Once that happened the crowd abrupted into polite yet cheerful applause, the small amount of workers and people left over thanking you and calling you a hero for saving her.

It was all too much.

The faces surrounding you, the happy faces all looking at you and only you, the clapping hands that kept trying to shake yours. The sounds were too loud, the colors too bright despite the lack of light. The world around you started to sway just as the ladder had earlier, the faces of the people began to tilt and distort into an unrecognizable mess. You didn't know where you were and why you were there. For once you were glad to see Eraserhead's face as he ran up to you after chasing you when you ran off. However, that didn't stop the influx of thoughts and worries that filled your head.

Eraserhead had just finished signing the delivery form for Lunch Rush when he heard the rapid tapping of feet running away. Immediately turning around and seeing that you were running off, he felt as though every bone in his body was prepared to get you back as he chased after you. At first, as he ran through the crowds he couldn't see what it was that you were running after, helping him to feel a sharp stab of betrayal at the thought that you had taken advantage of him when his back was turned.

However, he lost you through the crowd, and only discovered the reason why you ran on the first place when he made it to the front of the crowd. His eyes widened as he saw you grab the falling ladder and push it back with all your might, helping to save the lady on top from most likely a nasty concussion.

As the crowd cheered for you, he remembered a conversation he had with All Might awhile back.

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"What makes you think that this kid is going to be a good hero one day? Just because he wanted to help his friend out?"

They were speaking together in the teacher's lounge about how All Might saw Midoriya as a worthwhile hero full of potential after he ran to help save his friend from the danger of being held in the villain's grasp. All Might went to explain,

"Not just that. You see, I've been around a long while, I've seen the difference between someone who just say they want to be a hero, compared to one that truly lives to become one."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at that explanation, wanting to have a meanwhile conversation and not just some heroic speech that was filled with hollow words .

"And what do you mean when you say there's a difference? What would you commonly see in one that truly wants to be a hero rather than one that simply say they want to be one?"

All Might raised an index finger, happy to oblige with his opinion.

"The most common occurrence I've seen with most great heroes are almost all of them start out by moving before they can think. The legs know what to do while the mind is still catching up, y'know? They have the virtuous impulse to help and save, but it's hidden deep in their subconscious. Almost every great hero you know today would've had at least one instance of the legs moving before the mind, believe me on that."

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Now as he was watching you, he finally understood what All Might was trying to explain to him all that time ago. But Aizawa felt as though something was off. Your eyes were wide, as if you were a deer caught in headlights. It slightly disturbed him to look at you without your trademark glare that always rested on your face. Along with that, you looked as though you were cemented into the ground, as your feet stayed rooted into place, a stark contrast to your eyes that madly darted from face to face.

He met eyes with yours, and noticed some of your tension resolve at the sight of a slightly familiar face. Even though it was small and only for a fraction of a second, this little moment between the two of you caused a small spark of hope to flicker inside of him.

Aizawa briskly made his way towards you, pushing through the small wall of people. It seemed either he didn't move fast enough or he moved too fast, because the next thing he knew you both locked eyes once again, and you were gone.

You dove through the crowd of people, and without paying any attention as to where you were going, you just ran. Aizawa panicked once again as you were running away just as you did before. However, he believed that it wasn't due to malice or wanting freedom, but rather you were overwhelmed or confused.

Cursing to himself, Aizawa ran after you, trying his best to not lose sight of where you went.

Time evaded your senses once again as the world around you was enveloped in that familiar blur it had just escaped from. You didn't know where you were going, no goal or destination in mind. Your mind felt trapped behind your eyes, stuck being surrounded by too much all at once.

You never liked attention. Working as a vigilante, you were used to hiding in the shadows. You never knew who was an enemy or who was an ally, so you had to be careful. You had long learned to plan ahead with deciding on who you would trust, that number being far smaller when compared to that of an average person. So to see so many eyes on you, and to feel so overwhelmingly observed... You didn't know what to do. Your mind screamed at you to get out of there, and your body followed.

Your legs listened and ran. Your mind was a mess, and you didn't have a cushion of restraint to protect you from doing anything rash, having everything taken from you in such a short amount of time. Yet, at the moment you felt no bitterness. Just... Fear. You were vulnerable, no quirk to protect you. It was a truly terrible feeling, one that began to sink through your skin, deeper and deeper, before settling at the core of your bones. A feeling you'd never forget, no matter how much time passed.

Aizawa hadn't known something like this would happen. At the moment he felt awful. Guilt over taking you away from your ideal environment against your will for the better good still coursed through his mind, and that was why he was trying so hard to gain your trust. To help you. But seeing you so uncomfortable... So unnaturally scared and vulnerable... He felt worse, terrible even . He felt responsible for this whole mess, but as he chased you he tried to divert those thoughts from his head, reminding himself that it wasn't the time to feel bad. It was time for action, and act he would.

The crowd was thin now, most people having left for their jobs or whatnot, making Aizawa's job a little easier when it came to finding you. However, there was a reason it took him three years to find you.

You were sneaky, and incredibly intelligent. Even when you weren't thinking properly it was still hidden in your unconscious behaviors, and in your little habits. You ran and twisted around the warehouse, and soon enough Aizawa lost sight of you after you sharply rounded a turn.

The closely packed stalls in the more dense areas of the market certainly didn't help the slightest to ease your panic. It was no problem for you to squeeze your way through, however a few elders shouted at you upon seeing you crash through, simply believing you were one of the many children that came to horseplay around. They were ignored - rather unheard actually- and you didn't really care all that much as you hadn't joined Aizawa in his visit with the goal of making good impressions.

Your mind was coming to a slow, and so your pace began to ease up a bit. Although you were calming down, you were still hyper alert and your heart wasn't too keen on letting up its erratic pace anytime soon.

Finally, you came to a halt. Looking around, you realized that you had made it outside, although you were still surrounded by crates and stalls. If anything the outside was just as filled and as busy as the inside, the only difference being the lack of a roof.

A panicked voice brought you out of your stupor, and looking over you saw a distraught looking middle aged lady hurriedly speaking to what looked like a security guard while anxiously looking over in your direction and pointing right at you. The guard looked up at you while she spoke and put his hand on his belt, getting ready to make his way to you when you silently slid away in the shadows, already familiar with the outcome of this particular scenario.

You could hear his confusion as he turned around to find you gone, with you hiding on the other side of the wall in between some crates. You let out a sigh of relief as he walked by, and just as you were about to make your way out, a hand gripping onto your shoulder from your other side elicited a lightning fast spin, you jumping up with your hands up in defense.

Your tense reaction eased a bit as you saw it was just Aizawa, but judging by the look on his face you understood that it certainly wasn't time for a moment of relief. He didn't look angry, oddly enough. Just... Upset. Distraught in a way. His mouth was pulled taught in a thin line and his eyebrows were scrunched together as he looked you over, making sure you were ok. Finally, he stepped back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You ok, kid?"

Such an odd question to you, and it certainly caught you off guard. You were expecting somewhere in your mind for him to be angry, at least a little bit. So to see him so calm, it worried you. Suspicion arose, and you held your guard in case he was hiding something.

"..." You avoided his concerned gaze, looking off to the side. He sighed once more, tentatively patting you on the shoulder in response.

"Look, I'm sorry you got scared, if you want to talk about it-"

"I wasn't scared."

The look on Aizawa's face grew tighter, but he ultimately decided to keep his mouth shut. He had already dealt with this sort of mindset when it came to Bakugo, so he understood there was no use in arguing. Talking to a brick wall was useless, it took time for a hardened heart to open up.

There was a beat of silence that bounced around the two of you for a split second before Aizawa leaned back and yanked his car keys from his pocket. Although he knew not to talk about it with you (especially upon seeing your distrust for him), he made a mental note for himself about the events that had went on. Every minute he spent with you he began to piece together more and more.

"Well, I think that's enough action for now... There's one more place I need to head by in order to get you situated and then the day's yours. Sound good?"

He looked up towards you for some kind of response, only receiving a slight nod of the head. He inwardly sighed, reminding himself that one day he'd get to hear more of your voice. He just had to keep going.

You both made your way back to his car, and this time he noticed you walked a little faster than normal, just enough so you reached the car door before he could open it for you. If that's what made you happy, he'd let it be.

Starting the car, he began to explain where he wanted to go next as he left the area.

"We're going to City Hall now. Need to get your quirk registered before you can start training at UA, and especially in order to get some kind of hero outfit of your own." He stopped the car, waiting at a red light.

"You're going to need to fill out as much as you can about your quirk in the quirk registration form. I checked your records and they haven't been updated in awhile, so I'm sure you've found out a few new things about how it works these past few years" he was largely hinting at your vigilante work, and the lack of discretion in it had you glaring at him in response.

"Once that's all done and finished, you'll have the day to yourself." And with that, Aizawa began making his way to the City Hall, determined to finish everything that was required for registration and to get you on track and studying at UA as soon as possible. You were a little ways behind everyone, but he was positive that with your skills you'd quickly make your way up.

And soon enough, he was sure you'd be living a happy and fulfilling life. He just had to keep going, for the greater good.

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*1 - "Obaasan" means "grandma" or "granny" in Japanese, just like "Okaasan" means "mother"

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Escaping The Night (Part 6)

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▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem Reader + Father/Mentor Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff + Slow Burn

▶ Summary: Reader is finally inside U.A, and gets to meet many teachers along with the principal himself. After learning more about what's planned for her, she can't help but feel uneasy as their life begins to change more and more.

▶ Word Count: 5702

▶ Warnings:

- Some light dissociation from reader ( I based this off off personal experiences so I apologize if it's not the same for everyone)

- Thoughts of taking risky behaviors (it's not that bad, but I thought I'd add it anyways)

- Hints at reader having a bad childhood

- Reader gets defensive and panics when Aizawa enacts physical touch on them (he just touched her shoulder, but they still flinch)

- I write in Japanese terms! Of course I'll explain them at the end, but I just wanted to let everyone know in case they don't like that.

- And finally, one last warning for those that don't like to wait (I'm sorry! I've been trying my best to work on it little by little everyday, I've just been really busy and tired)

➜ [Part 1]

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➤ {This is Part 6}

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8]

➜ [Part 9] Coming Soon!

Hanzō quietly picked up the pen that Aizawa had earlier and activated his quirk, copying the exact way Aizawa had spun it around in his hand earlier. Aizawa didn't know this, but he had greatly inspired a troubled soul that day with his words.

As you followed Eraserhead up the stairs and throughout the school, you made sure to take in everything around you. Which turns led where, how long it took you to get to certain areas, the views, and more. So, much more.

So this was the school that was so well known across all of Japan. It was odd for you to actually be on the inside of it yourself. Yes, you had seen pictures of the school from random students' socials (it was natural that a good chunk of students wanted to brag when they got in). But those were merely glimpses compared to actually walking the hallways that those above you had once, and looking out the windows that many others had at one point as well. You wondered just how many people stood in your spot at one point in time, once being a teen themselves. It made you feel peculiarly nostalgic.

The whole school was just as immense as the outside, to which was a pleasant surprise. The doors completely dwarfed your body as you followed Eraserhead throughout the halls, and the windows made you feel as though you were flying everytime you looked out, as they stretched from floor to ceiling and were crystal clear, almost transparent.

It was surreal, almost dream-like. You felt as though you were floating rather than walking, due to wake up any second and have your reality be revealed to have just have been a complex illusion. Sighing somberly, you wished that it was all that simple.

No matter how you hoped for this to end, some small part of you knew that this was your reality now, and that no matter what you did there was no escape. That you were powerless once again. Constantly pushing away that thought was a dangerous game to play, but you didn't think you could bear the weight of anymore dead thoughts weighing atop your shoulders.

Normally you weren't so risky, never being one to play stupid games that only ended in temporary joy from foolish ignorance, but your whole world had toppled over, taking down everything that you had built up with it while all you could do was watch. All you could do was watch. . . You didn't think that there was anything left to risk since it was all gone, so pushing away what hurt was all you had left of you sanity.

You were becoming increasingly disappointed as you followed Eraserhead up more and more sets of stairs, and down more and more hallways. You slightly enjoyed getting to see the school in person as you had always had the curious thought stuck in your head, but you wanted to see everything. There was nothing left to look forward to in life now, so you craved the tiniest crumbs of stimulation and excitement that were tossed in your direction, desperate to satiate the eternal hunger that consumed your mind.

Everytime you walked past a door you couldn't help but feel a piercing pain of curiosity seize you as you wondered what potential it held behind it. A training room? A storage where they held their supplies? Documents? Even a regular classroom? Worlds of discovery were left covered from your pleading eyes as you pushed yourself past what felt like dozens upon dozens of doors.

Eventually you followed Eraserhead up another flight of stairs, but instead of going up even further, he walked down the hallway away from the stairs, and you followed due to the fact that your curiosity was begging your impulse control to release the restraints of discipline in order to ease the self-built tension that was eating away at your mind.

You walked down a few more doors, but eventually made it to a large wooden door with large red letters that cleverly spelled out 'Class 1-A' with the window, and was a tad larger than the other regular doors that you passed as you had to crane your neck back in order to see how far it reached up.

Clinking and clicking into place, Eraserhead turned the keys once they were in place in the lock and with a light groan (whether it out of exhaustion or the weight of the door, you didn't know), he pushed open the door with such a swift yet casual movement it made you wonder just how many times he had done that exact thing. Possibly years, every single morning, and every single afternoon and night.

Once the door was open, you maintained your composure just enough so that it cleverly concealed the bizarre tension of curiosity that the unruly side of your mind has conjured up, to the unfortunate dismay of your disciplined opposite side.

Waiting until after Eraserhead had stepped in you followed and gained your first insight as to the classrooms of U.A. As you looked around, you felt that it looked rather average for a school as important as U.A, but then again it did have a small futuristic feel to the room. The desks were arranged in neat orderly rows, and a podium for speaking was closest to them in the front, to which a teacher's desk sat right behind (though it was closer to the edge of the classroom by the windows- possibly so it wouldn't be in the way). There were more windows on the edge of the classroom, not quite as large as the floor to ceiling ones in the hallway, but still open enough for anyone to get a satisfying view of the world outside.

This is the actual seating arrangement in the show, the only difference being you'll sit where Hagakure once sat (the empty spot). I don't know where she'll sit, but I won't dwell on that for too long...

*Also that small rectangle is the podium, and there's two entrances to the class, along with two large windows on the side, and two large cabinets at the end of the room.

The room smelled odd, like a light mix of burning plastic and heavily scented lotion or perfume, and although it wasn't bad (in comparison to other smells you knew of), it was a little nausea-inducing during the first few minutes. It was spotless like all others, and you could immediately feel a sense of kinship and connection. You gathered that the feeling came from the little bits of each personality that made a presence in the room, helping to build up the image of a close-knit group.

This worried you a bit, as most groups that you've seen that were extremely close weren't the most open to outsiders, and in worst case scenarios they were able to work together to ask turn against anyone that even a single group member saw as insufficient. Ability to work together strengthened a team's attack, and even if they did let someone new in, they would never have the same bond that the others did. They'd be subjected to loneliness of a different kind, one where they're surrounded by people, yet the group's empty affections would never be enough. . .

Upon further inspection, your started to notice smaller things about the classroom that you were led to. For example, how you noticed the surface of the desk that sat right behind the desk that was on the upper corner next to the windows had odd ashy-looking black marks that were accompanied with a few scratches as well on the chair.

Along with that you noticed that on one of the desks that was in the same row (second row from the front) all the way on the opposite side had odd marks on it as well, like chemical burns, along with random doodles and scribbles on it. Another had some glitter on it, and you saw a little rainy umbrella sticker on a desk as well. It made you wonder... Who sat behind these desks, what were they like?

Your thinking was cut off by a gruff voice suddenly speaking from behind you.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you around here. D'you know Shota?"

You quickly spun around, causing the man in turn to jump a bit at your sudden yet silent move, clearly not expecting that response. The man was a complete stranger to you, wearing what you believed was an odd mixture of clothes. He had on a cowboy hat with a large "S" and matching cowboy boots, additionally with it a long red cape that partially concealed his upper torso. What made you a bit wary was the gas-mask like covering that hid his face, only letting out his dread locks from the back.

Note: Here he is! :⁠-⁠)

"She's new Snipe. Listen, it's a long story that I still have to explain to everyone, but long story short; she's living under my care for now."

Eraserhead tiredly explained, and you were able to sense from his response that he wasn't in the mood for having to give that explanation a number of times more.

"New, huh? How long d'you hafta' watch her for?" The man -who you learned was called 'Snipe'- asked while casually leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. When he spoke you noticed that he also had an odd accent that you've heard from a few people that were from mainly rural parts of Japan.

Eraserhead sighed, trying to juggle getting some paperwork that he had left in his desk while answering Snipe, along with watching over you.

"I already said it's a long story, Snipe-"

The man cut him off politely while nodding.

"Yeah, I get it, no worries. I've gotta go now, have patrol. Just... Don't pile too much onto yourself, 'lright Shota?".

And after a nod from Aizawa, the cowboy stranger walked off before Aizawa could answer, and you could hear his boots clinking down the hallway as he walked, getting quieter with each step.

This school was full of surprises, and you haven't even been in it for no longer than an hour.

You heard Eraserhead huff out a breath, possibly too overwhelmed with what all he had to do and plan, before explaining to you.

"That was Snipe, he's one of the teachers here. He's a nice guy when you get to know him, just understand that he doesn't like to mess around." Eraserhead said, still reading through a few of his folders that he had. Most of the papers that he needed were already put into his work bag. He gave up and just put the whole folder in his bag, promising to look for the papers he needed when he got home.

Once all of his things were gathered he looked over to you and wondered what he was going to do next, not really having any sort of plan set in his mind. It wasn't really like him to act with such freewill like this, but once things started to spiral and spill out of their borders of predictability and control Aizawa lost his grip on his normal sense of rationality. Time and expectations flowed freely out of his hands as if he was trying to grasp sand, and no matter how much he struggled, it continued to fall.

However, he was used to this. Growing up, life beat him hard with various scenarios and events that marked him with an unrelenting pursuit of invasion of the senses and memories. Over time it hardened his soul and mind, and helped him to grow wise in many different aspects that those older than him still struggled to grasp. Nevertheless, wisdom often comes at a price, and Aizawa was still paying that price and would continue to until his end.

And so, that wisdom and intellect that was gathered over years of vigorous training and taught responses and discipline helped him to maintain some sort of normalcy. He was going through all this this with no plan and no frame of an idea of what to do, walking through life's tightrope without a harness. While it was risky and downright dangerous, he couldn't help but admit that doing something without putting in an overwhelming amount of effort and paranoia to create a plan was sort of freeing in a way. With no harness holding him down, he finally saw what it was like to walk life on his own.

And so this sense of rationality that Aizawa had gathered helped him to fill in the blanks where the plan was empty, and that's what led to you being shown around UA, the very school that you'd have to go to whether you wanted to or not.

Smaller footsteps matched the pace of the larger ones that they were following, both pairs of feet oddly silent when walking due to the vigorous training and discipline that was instilled in the both of them when learning how to behave stealthily in certain situations.

You didn't know what possessed yourself that day, but you unwillingly found yourself doing as you were told without as much complaint and more compliance than you originally had expected of yourself. You believed it to be the sensible thought that informed you to behave since you were at the heart of where heroes were made; i.e mess around and find out.

And you certainly didn't want to find out. It wasn't so much fear as it was more so the rational knowledge of where you stood when it came to power level. It didn't matter how well trained you were, - quirk or not- you understood that you just wouldn't last in a fight with dozens of well-trained professional heroes whose jobs were to take down villains that were similar to you.

You were brought all over the school, starting with the main classrooms of your age (first years), while Eraserhead did his best to explain all the details about the school and how it ran, along with anything else that he believed would help you out and ease the discomfort of jumping into a routine without any knowledge of what awaited you inside. Curiosity was good, but sometimes it was simply downright painful to endure.

You got to see first-hand the places where students were trained, and you were able to somehow spiritually feel the power that radiated from the potential that was already created or undergoing development. Hero schools always intrigued you, as it was an odd thought to think about students (not even adults yet) being trained in mass to fight and protect society and the people it held.

You wondered why it was this way, as for one to become a police officer they'd be required to be an adult and put in years of training to get certain qualifications, but here were young students being trained to do an even more dangerous job that lost many more lives than police officers did. You supposed it was the best course of choice since heroes were in constant demand, positions opening and closing repeatedly. The everlasting hunger for fame and justice was an impulse that was nearly impossible to resist for many, although you believed that those many seemed to have the idea of being a true hero faded out over time.

"... and over this floor we're on is Recovery Girls office, which I suggest you keep memory of as you're most likely going to need to go here at one point- though you better not be like one of my students and constantly get sent in for healing because of stupid decisions."

Suddenly aware that Eraserhead was talking once again you stepped out of your thoughts and decided that it'd be in your best interest if you at least knew some things about the school. It was better to be prepared than to feel the pain of a plan going down the drain due to lack of knowledge and understanding.

Following Eraserhead up the stairs once again, you realized that the nurse's office was indeed exactly above the area you once were, making it stand in the middle of the building, most likely for easy access up or down.

You were met with a kind old lady greeting you both once Eraserhead opened the door, and your tension dissipated a bit upon the warm feelings of tenderheartedness- which didn't go entirely unnoticed by Aizawa.

"Oh? Is this the lovely Y/N I've heard so much about, Shota?" The old lady asked immediately after you both entered. She slowly hopped down from the stool where she was sitting and previously doing some work on the computer, and your eyes widened a bit as you realized just how... tiny she was.

If you were being honest, you found the small elderly lady quite darling, and your thought on this grew further when you realized that she had a cane that looked like a giant syringe that she grabbed to walk over to you.

"Welcome to UA, dearie. Hope Shota wasn't too hard on you yet, goodness knows how strict of a teacher he can be sometimes.. hehe" she spoke, laughing a bit when Eraserhead cleared his throat to gain her attention that he was still there.

"No, I'm not that cruel. Besides, it's all for good measure, you can't make a hero without proper discipline- "

Aizawa was cut off by the little lady swatting his ankle with her cane (she was even more charming because of that personality), causing him to grunt a bit in surprise rather than pain as one would think it was.

"Tch. You act as though I haven't been working here longer than you've been alive. I know what makes a good hero by now. ", She 'scolded' him, Aizawa muttering a 'sorry'- though he wasn't one for her shenanigans.

"If you ever need something, then feel free to come on down, dear. My room's open anytime, and I'll never hesitate to help you the best I can.", Walking over to you, she grabbed your hand and patted it,

"I understand you're probably overwhelmed with everything right now. It's okay if you ever need to pop in my office for a breather every now and then, or if you'd just like to get something off your chest. Don't hesitate if you need anything, dearie."

She stated genuinely that time, and for the first time you believed that someone was looking out for you without any expectations back.

An odd warmth blossomed in your chest, but to you it hurt, and instead you felt like it was a harsh sense of pressure that you struggled to contain. You wanted to push it away, however the warmth spread up your torso and to your face, and you were worried that you'd cry out in the open. You didn't, and the warmth that risked tears simply turned into a pain that pressed on the back of your throat from you exerting energy to keep the tension from overflowing.

None of this was noticed by either of the adults in the room, as you had learned to do that a million times throughout your childhood until it eventually became a regular habit of yours. So you thought.

After greeting the nurse lady (Recovery Girl- there were way too many names that were thrown at you to remember), you followed Eraserhead through the halls since he said that he'd be showing you the teacher's lounge, office, and the principal's office next since you were close.

You got to see the teacher's file rooms where they kept their records (don't get too excited, it was just a room with a bunch of filling cabinets), and the teacher's lounge, which was also simple as well. With just a couch, TV, and other minimal things like the sort, it provided an open yet clean atmosphere.

As you walked you kept an idea of a map of the school as you were shown what was where, internally marking places that you saw on the map that you had nabbed before you departed.

Upon looking at the map, you inferred that you would most likely be brought to the working office next, seeing as it was only a few floors up compared to the principal's office which was farther away.

You were right, as Eraserhead stated what you had thought exactly without knowing the logical train of thought that led you to it.

However, before opening the door, Eraserhead turned to you and discussed what you might see or run into behind it.

"Look, there's most likely going to be a few extra teachers working on the weekends, it happens sometimes. Now, not all of them are clued in as to who you are or your situation. I'll explain the best I can, just don't be alarmed, ok?"

You remained silent, simply giving him a nod of your head in order to let him know that you heard. Aizawa sighed a bit at your silence before opening the door and having you follow him.

The room was large, with rows of desks with computers placed in neat rows. You decided that UA must really like large windows, as there were more floor-to-ceiling windows near the back.

Little bits of what the office looks like to help you know what I'm writing about ^⁠_⁠^

Before you could take in anything else, an unknown voice startled you.

"Now, who's this little cutie, Shota~?", A woman's smooth voice rang out from behind one of the desks. Alarmed, you swiveled your head a bit, but found where she was soon enough.

However as soon as you saw her she was already up and walking towards you and Aizawa- well, more like sauntering. You took in her appearance and noticed that she was fairly attractive looking, and she looked quite young. Her black hair covered her back, sticking out in random spikes, and her mask and lipstick matched in the same rich red color. What stuck out to you was how casual she was with wearing a skin-tight outfit that although revealed nothing didn't exactly help to hide the imagination of curious onlookers.

Aizawa sighed, realizing that it was going to be awhile before things settled. Steering himself to contribute to work towards that goal, he attempted to briefly explain the situation at hand the best he could to Midnight.

You ignored their conversation, still looking around. Looking at all the desks made you wonder if there was a person to fill each seat, or if those were just extras. There weren't many people, but it seemed that everyone that was originally working had gotten up to join Eraserhead's and the lady's conversation.

There was a man who looked like a block of concrete that you (somehow?) didn't originally notice, along with a skinny man with deep-set eyes and blond hair that had two main locks sticking out. You squinted your eyes at the second man, him looking too familiar than you were comfortable with.

However, once again your thinking got interrupted as Eraserhead abruptly put his hand on your shoulder to help lead you out so he could get on with his plans of helping show you around. He didn't initially notice you flinch and tense when he initiated physical contact for the first time, nor did he notice the way you sightly shook and glared with your eyes wide open. It took you a lot of self control to not have automatically grabbed his hand and flip him over your shoulder as you had many times before with many others.

The instinct was burned into your brain, and for a good reason as it had saved you from too many close calls. Though, you knew if you were to randomly attack one of the teachers or students here then you'd create a world of unsolvable problems.

He was facing the other heroes, trying to ease his way out of the conversation because he knew he could be stuck there for hours, and he wasn't in the mood for that.

"Uh, Shota?", The blond-haired man spoke up, pointing his skinny index finger towards something behind the tired pro.

"Look, I'll answer all your questions later, I promise. I just need to-"

"That's not it, your... kid... isn't looking too good"

Eraserhead, confused, turned around to check on you, only to be greeted with eyes that seemed as if they were trying to drag him into the fiery depths of the underworld. Your arms were stuck to your sides with your fists tightly clenched until they turned white, and you were as stiff and tense as a board. Looking directly into his eyes, it seemed as if you could clearly see his soul through them.

Upon thinking you were scared or sick he quickly retracted his hand, only becoming more confused when you settled down- though you were still seething.

Aizawa was a rational man, one who was able to put together whole stories with small bits of evidence or minimal observations. It took him only a second to realize that he had already made you unconformable, by none other than his touch. It was something that was so ingrained into his being, whether it was herding his class outside for training, or talking to Mic, or helping out civilians, touch was and had always been there.

It immediately hit him that you'd probably have bad memories or learned instincts that made physical touch a big issue for you. He didn't know much about you or your past, but he understood that kids living on the streets- ones that were vigilantes especially- most likely had stress related trauma from it.

He internally cursed at himself for not coming to that conclusion any sooner. With your background, it was pretty much thrown into his face, yet he didn't realize it until too late. Against better judgement, he settled that there was no use in crying over spilled milk, so he decided that he'd learn from that and try to make you comfortable in other ways.

After that incident, Aizawa noticed that your tension had returned, but more importantly you were keeping yourself on guard more consistently. He sighed, wanting nothing than to just open your head and take a look at what ran on the inside, as all of this clue piecing was making him feel as though he was getting nowhere. You certainly were a mystery to him, but he was willing to do whatever it was that he needed in order to truly understand you and your ways of thinking.

As you followed him through the halls to the principal's office you noticed that Eraserhead kept a steady pace a little further than he had earlier, along with the fact that you kept seeing him glance over at you from the sides of his eyes constantly. You met eyes with him a few times (to which you returned a glare off annoyance), but he didn't seem irritated or shaken the slightest as others had when you did the same in the past.

The feeling that you were losing yourself and what had made up your being started to rise, small and unassuming at first. You knew it was coming, but you ignored it, hoping that without admitting knowledge of its existence it might fade back to where it came from. A brainless thought, you knew that. But you didn't know what else to do, and the idea of asking for help passed you by entirely.

As you walked the hallways, you couldn't help but feel that you were underestimating how serious your situation had gotten. The realization that this was happening and it wouldn't go away never fully cemented down, the thought simply floating around with a flimsy restraint that threatened to snap any second. It road the waves of your subconscious, in constant danger of being drowned by the thoughts and battles you held internally. It virtually didn't hold any importance in the universe of your mind, with there always being bigger stars, stronger explosions, and better ideas.

A snapping brought you back to the surface and you realized that you had zoned out rather heavily. Eraserhead had to snap his fingers in front of you a couple times because you didn't respond to anything he said, without even a shake or nod of your head like you normally did. He wondered what it was that you were thinking of that made you get that far-away look on your face sometimes. You looked like you weren't even in the same reality, but rather somewhere distant, a far away land of thought.

Reading the large sign that sat above the rich brown door, you realized that you had automatically followed Eraserhead all the way to the principal's office.

Once you both entered, you noticed that the room also looked as impossibly clean as all the others. It was wide and open, with a feeling of authority that filled it out, along with the fact that it also smelled sightly of some cleaners that only strengthened the clean feeling it gave.

You noticed that the chair for the large desk in front of you was empty, as you didn't see anyone sitting in it. Putting on a gallant mask of indifference, you mentally straightened yourself up in order to prepare for meeting whoever was in charge of UA. This person would most likely have a heavy amount of authority over you, seeing as they were Eraserhead's boss. What you were most wary of was flexibility of your actions depending on how this person thought and acted. Stern and demanding? Then you'd act in compliance to make yourself less of a threat. Suspicious or cautious by your presence? Then you'd act in order to gain sympathy so they'd believe that you were only a child and that. You had to be flexible on order to shift so you wouldn't fall deeper into this hole that you already found yourself in.

"Ah! Nice of you to pop in, Shota!"

You heard a friendly sounding voice but didn't see anyone, and the situation was made even more odd when you traced the source of the sound coming from the desk. Maybe it was a prerecorded message or something of the sort? Silly, but you were confused and needed something to blame answer the problem.

The chair to the large desk slid back, causing your face to sightly contort in confusion once more. However, that was nothing in comparison to the face you made when you made eye contact with what looked like a tiny polar bear animal in a fancy little suit wearing sneakers.

You struggled, but somehow kept most of your composure, however Eraserhead being the ever so observant one noticed your slight slip-up. He chuckled before going to introduce you.

"Sorry to be a bother, Nezu, but this was the student I messaged you about the other day. "

Ah, so this was the Nezu he was referring to.

The Nezu in question turned to Eraserhead first, "Oh, you know you're never a bother, Shota!"

Then to you, and when he went to look at you directly you noticed an unusually large scar covering the face that wore such a bright smile. It looked painful to have gotten, seeing how much of his eye it covered.

He noticed you staring, but didn't speak anything of it, greeting you kindly nonetheless.

"So you must be the Y/N I heard Shota took under his wing. Quite a rare event to take place, but I know Shota has a soft spot under that heart of iron."

He politely grabbed your hand to shake it, and for some reason you weren't put off by it. You didn't know whether it was due to his friendly demeanor, or how he clearly marked his actions so you knew what he was going to do. Either way, you were glad that you didn't have to deal with a stuck up business man who just sat yelling orders all day, much preferring this Nezu character instead.

"I'm very glad to have the pleasure of welcoming you as a new student of UA!"

Upon noticing a slight grimace making it's way on your face after he said that, Nezu quickly added onto it to reassure you.

"Rest assured, I promise that everyone is going to work diligently on making sure that your transition is smooth and without complication. You aren't required to start school for up to a month in order to get yourself situated with your new lifestyle, but that'll be entirely up to Shota there when he'd like you to start, since he's your caretaker and all."

Eraserhead turned his attention to you after Nezu finished, adding on to the information.

"I already have your schedule, but I'll let you have up to a week to yourself until you'll have to start going to class. A month is a bit unnecessary as I'd still have to watch over you here at U.A, so you might as well get some learning in while you're here."

Your eye twitched. For some reason it didn't take much for Eraserhead to get under your skin, although he wasn't really helping all that much. You didn't want to go to this school, and if you had up to a month of free time before having to go then you didn't see why he was only letting you have a measly week to yourself.

"And you don't have to worry too much about keeping up with the rest of the class, we understand that you didn't exactly have... proper schooling prior to the last three years, so you'll be given content that's more appropriate to your level- however we have to test you in order to find that level."

A nice way to call you stupid, you supposed. You knew you had a fair amount of knowledge, and when you were in school you were at the top of your JH2*1 class- although you never finished it, you knew the potential you could hold. What you were going to do with it, you hadn't a clue.

Nezu responded after Eraserhead, and you wondered if everyone at U.A just did that thing where one talks and then the other as they've been doing that a lot.

Nezu went up and shook your hand again.

"Welcome to U.A, Y/N! We look forward to having here."

A/N:

Since I thought I took too long to post part 5, I decided to make and post part 6 as well!

I'm going to be honest... This took me a lot longer than I originally thought it would, it took me all day to do both (I did it in increments).

I'm sorry I haven't posted a lot, I've just been very busy and when I do have free time I normally try to write a little before I rest or go to sleep.

If you see I reblogged something, then that means that's all I could manage to do. I've been trying to rest to get my energy back up so I can write more than before, but I still just ask for a little patience!

Reblogs and other feedback is very much appreciated! In fact it'll help motivate me a little, so if you'd like to do that I'd very much appreciate it! (⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)

Requests of course, are still open, so feel free to pop in and place an ask whenever (I just ask for you to please stray from asking about the War Arc since I haven't had much time to pick up on it.

That's all I had to say, thank you for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

*1 - This is around middle school America, and the reader is now the age of a first year (16 years old - 10th grade in America)

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