#Escaping The Night

[call-me-copycat]

Hiii Copycat! ^-^ I was hoping I could make a request? I was hoping for angst to fluff? With Aizawa who takes in/adopts a vigilante reader with an illusion quirk? And maybe she starts to develop a crush on Shinso too?? Thank you!! <3

Hello there! First of all, I saw your ask as soon as you sent it, but the reason I didn't respond was because my phone was (and still is) broken, but it's getting repaired, so I can respond now. Also I only have a phone, no computer or anything, so it's a bit hard, but I'm working on it! (o´Д`)=з

I'm very sorry for the wait, and I apologize again because there will still be more waiting until I finish the story, but I promise you it'll be worth the wait! I'm already nearing 14k words, and it's still going. I can't thank you enough for your patience, along with the fact that you're the first one to ever give me a request, so thank you very much! And feel free to request whenever you'd like, I really enjoy getting to write stories for people, and it makes my day, so you don't need to hesitate! (*´∇｀*)

Anyways, since I'm still working on the story, I originally wanted to post it all once it was done, but then I decided that since it might take awhile I'll post the first part and see what you think. I actually really like this idea because I was thinking something very similar to it around the time of your request. I hope you enjoy this bit, and please remember, I haven't forgotten, I'm just trying to work with a broken phone so it's a bit difficult, but it's advancing greatly and shouldn't be too long of a wait anymore. Thank you for your patience! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Escaping The Night (Part 1)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (Important if you want me to write for you or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem reader (although I used "they" in some areas) + Father/Mentor Aizawa

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: Teenager Reader is a Vigilante that roams the streets with their friends, always on the lookout for crime and injustice. However, something disrupts Reader's world when they get themselves captured by the police. What will happen to them next?

▶ Warnings:

- Panic attack

- Reader got hit with a tranquilizer

- And an extra warning because I had to make a few characters just for this story (not necessarily OC's, just background characters. I know some people greatly dislike this so this is a warning, even though they're not that important).

- Also since this is part 1, you won't see Aizawa mainly until part 2, and Shinso is a bit further ahead. Another warning for those that don't like to get into a story and then have to wait

▶ Word Count: 3,201

➤ {This is Part 1}

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8] Coming Soon!

Tik...

Tik....

Tik...

The hands of your watch sounded endlessly as if it was mocking you, in a way, how it had infinite time while yours was limited.

You gritted your teeth and focused the best you could on the situation at hand. You and your partner were situated atop one of the city's numerous buildings, keeping an eye out for a particular sly little villain.

There were repeated reports of a variety of break-ins, ranging from small restaurants to higher bank robberies. At first, the people waited for the heroes to find this villain. But it seemed that they always had bigger fish to fry, always having excuses.

"The paperwork!"

"There's bigger issues at hand then some late night thief"

"We looked but didn't find anyone, sorry"

"Have you tried getting a better security system? I think that's the problem here"

It drove you mad. You didn't hate all heroes, not wanting to be like those anti-hero people who got upset everytime a hero wasn't there immediately whenever they ran into the smallest issue. But you did have a grudge.

You just didn't understand how the very heros that society put on a pedestal didn't do the simplest things that were expected of them sometimes. Too busy getting caught up in the paperwork and red tape.

Being a Hero once was something that was only ever dreamed of, something that one couldn't ever get close to. When quirks were introduced, this changed many mindsets, and completely flipped the many laws of reality that so many had believed. It was groundbreaking, revolutionary. Society advanced at faster speeds, and new technologies were pouring out.

But, unfortunately, what goes up, must come down.

On the beginning, the definition and laws of a hero were choppy, they didn't really have any boundaries due to the fact that no one had anything to go off of. But, as time progressed, more laws were put into place. A hero simply couldn't go and fight a villain and be done with. Now, they had to fill out reports, and sometimes the villains successfully won court cases over this.

The foundation of what it meant to be a hero was put into place. Or had it? It was still a very controversial topic, but the main idea was set, and that's all that mattered.

Now in current days, heroes still look like the same cape-wearing muscular doer's of justice, but many times, they're either doing it for the gold or the glory. Or they don't do anything at all, restricted and bound by paperwork and invisible strings. They know what's right, and they have the gift to help and save. But if they're told "no" then they follow.

That's why you preferred being a vigilante. You got to battle villains and help people, all the while avoiding the specificities. Yeah, you did have to run from the cops every now and then, sometimes a hero or two, but that just made it all the more interesting.

Plus, you got to be a part of a sort of underground society, one that was shielded from public eye and hidden away in the depths of existence.

So, here you were doing the heroes' jobs, again.

You looked to your partner, who was watching the entrance of a significant jewelry shop that hadn't been touched by any villains yet. You were currently using your illusion quirk to cover both of yourselves in a sheet of invisibility so you could better the possibility of your expected outcome.

Your quirk was powerful, and full of possibility. Though you were never fully nor formally trained, you still understood the limits of your quirk enough to use it exceptionally well. Long, intense training sessions over a span of time allowed you to gain a deeper insight into the inner depths of your quirk, to which you've come to the realization wasn't just any ordinary quirk, even going as far to call it overpowered at some points.

Your thinking was cut short when your partner signaled to you with a silent fist up from where you two were laying. You looked down and finally spotted the villain you were looking for. He didn't look too strong, nor did his face ring any bells, so that meant he was just some lowly villain who lucked out with a shifty quirk.

From the rooftop where you laid, you and your partner watched together to see what the man was going to do next. You noticed he looked like any other person walking around the town, short black hair with a black hoodie on over a pair of black jeans, and you realized that it was surely no accident he was dressed so camouflaged since it was late in the night.

Your eyes followed the man, curious as to how he was able to get in and out of robberies so quickly. The man walked up to the back door of the bank, and your eyes widened when you saw his body begin to shift and distort, slowly closing in until he was perfectly 2-dimensional, and looking at him made you think about all the cartoon characters that you watched when you were younger.

Upon this discovery, the plan was set in motion as you and your partner both hopped down the fire escape of the building and went in for a silent chase across the street, as the man had already slinked underneath the door. He had unlocked it for an easy exit, you thought possibly because he couldn't turn other objects flat like him.

Your partner, Omonifukai Hanawadashii (whom you called Fukai for short) whispered for you both to split up so this villain would think that it was only him, since you were better at stealth rather then combat like he was.

Fukai's quirk was one that seemed simple, but had proven to be incredibly strong when used right. He was able to control the density of different objects, including people or even specific parts of people. His specialty was increasing the density of his hand to the point to where it was easily able to crush anything under it, to which he normally used to knock villains out. A positive side of his quirk was he could still lift anything he used it on, but his drawbacks caused him to feel more pain than normal if hit or attacked.

Your agreed, and uncovered him from the blanket of your quirk, revealing him to reality just as he had once been before you put it on him.

Fukai ran in the direction of the villain as you ran in the opposite direction, going for a higher point so you could see the action and use your quirk properly.

Unfortunately the building wasn't as tall as it was wide, so you had to stick with crouching behind one of the jewelry counters, trying to stick as close to the wall as possible in order to remain unseen.

As luck would have it the villain seemed to have been thinking in a similar manner, as you watched Fukai chase after him as he slithered across the wall, a cheeky grin resting on his face as Fukai grew frustrated at his devious tricks of escape. The alarm started to blare as Fukai tripped one of the wires, cursing low to himself as the villain chuckled at the misfortune.

You studied the villain, watching as he glided across the walls and the floor at times, and you realized that he was able to move at an increased pace when aligned to a flat surface, in contrast to standing straight up as he did earlier. You came to the conclusion that he was a villain of cowardice, preferring to get in and out without a fight, and opting to use sly skills instead of risking a fight with a person of stronger status.

With this new information secured into place by your observations, you devised a plan in order to catch the villain and leave him be for the police.

You used your quirk and dug into his subconscious, a grin of your own growing on your face as you located your target, an almost cruel idea forming in your head at the expense of the villain. You had found his fear.

The villain dodged each of Fukai's attempts at landing a blow to him with such an ease it seemed as if he had all the time in the world. He was cocky in his own skills, having had been in worse scenarios and still escaped.

The villain looked directly at Fukai from where he was seated on one of the walls, almost laughing at the sight of some random teenage boy thinking he could play hero and catch the big bad villain.

Fukai noticed you signal to him with your hand up, closing and opening from the corner of his eye and understood that you were going to set off your quirk. Without this context, most people wouldn't understand that some of your illusions work directly in your opponents mind, meaning that your opponents would react to something surrounding people couldn't see. Fukai understood, and he backed off a bit in order to not disrupt the illusion.

The villain was about to mock Fukai a bit more before departing, but his smirk quickly fell at he noticed a large, hulking figure appear behind the kid.

His eyes widened and breathing became still as he made eye contact with the one and only symbol of peace, All Might himself.

Shocked to the point of motion becoming forgotten, the villain's thoughts suddenly started bouncing all around, before erratically trying to think of different plans, anything he could do to get away. He ran into a dead end with every single trick up his sleeve as he recalled seeing the massive hero defeat some of these biggest, baddest villains known to Japan into a pile of defeat. No, there was no solution to this problem.

Just as you both were about to take out the villain in his moment of vulnerability, everyone in the room jumped as a man wearing all black with a large scarf resting around his shoulders dropped from one of the pipes near the roof of the building. His absolute silence despite his sudden movements made you wonder how long he was there for.

Your illusion was ruined as the intruding man walked through it, unable to see it. The villain's frustration grew as he realized that he had been duped, but before he could do anything the man's scarf that had once been still suddenly jumped to life as it floated all around the dark-haired man's head for a second, before violently snapping around the villain, and your eyes grew as you saw the man's hair rise in the air in a very similar manner. Surreal. Before you knew it the villain was back to normal, and you quickly realized that this man was most likely a hero of sorts.

You saw Fukai looking over at you as he shuffled to the walls while the man was busy, but narrowly avoided being caught in the man's scarf as it aimed to close around him just as it has done to the villain moments ago.

You signaled for him to run, and he hesitated for a second, worry filling his eyes, but ultimately decided to listen and trust you as the scarf slithered around his ankle, to which he just barely managed to shake off.

You heard the man in the scarf curse as he watched your friend go, not wanting to risk letting the villain go in trade.

You toiled a bit, trying to tackle the problem that presented itself to you without introduction. A hero showing up so early wasn't part of the plan, nor was it expected considering most of the heroes' patrol routes were situated a slight distance away.

So, you wondered, who was this guy?

Your thinking was interrupted by the interrupter himself.

"I know you're there. Don't try to fool me into believing you're not."

You gasped a bit, not considering how he was able to know you were there when you were under your quirk. That is, until you held up your hand and realized that it was visible again, and right behind it was the man in the scarf, hair afloat and glowing red eyes situated directly on you.

He had the villain unconscious on the ground, tied in that scarf of his, which he held two parts of in his hands in order to keep it secure. But there was plenty of the scarf to go around. You realized this as you came face to face with the snake-like entrails of the scarf flickering and snapping at you, seeking to seize and bind you along the villain.

You were lucky your face was covered, because this man didn't seem to be as ignorant as some of the other heroes (especially sidekicks). You didn't speak as you dodged and ran, not wanting to reveal who you might be.

To your devastation, as soon as you opened the back doors from where you came you were met with police offers running in your direction from the front of the building. Panic built up in your chest as you didn't have much energy from continuously covering yourself in your quirk, along with having it disrupted twice.

You still pushed yourself to at least run, deciding that you could easily lose them in the plentiful twists and turns that filled the little seaside town.

You understood that if you ran in the direction of your place that you and your things were were currently at, then you would most likely give it away to the police and you'd have to deal with them being on your back as you looked for a new place to stay. But you didn't want to outright run in the opposite direction in case they thought of your plan, so you settled on running in a sort of zig zag, not wanting them to be able to predict your path of travel.

You turned randomly at each turn you ran into, landing in alleyways, on top of dumpsters, underneath large trees heavy with leaves, and eventually up and over fences of backyards as you found yourself in some sort of comfortable little neighborhood nestled in the small town.

Your panic shrunk a bit as you realized that you had thrown off most of the police officers that were chasing you, having been diminished to a small few stragglers that refused to let up.

Sweat poured down your face and blotted your underarms and neck, making you grimace in discomfort as you also had to deal with the sharp pangs that made their way up your legs and back.

You awkwardly sprinted as a little dog chased you across a small yard, and hopped another fence, looking to find somewhere to turn or hide, just anything to get them off your back.

You used your quirk with scarcity as you looked over your back to the best of your ability and hit 3 of the remaining 5 officers with an illusion of yourself tripping over the fence to which they turned to. The other two tried yelling at them that it was a trick, but decided their attempts would be pointless as they kept up the chase, not faltering.

You frowned, squinting as you felt an impending migraine starting to make its way into your head. You knew that you were overexerting yourself, and that the migraine would only serve as a distraction if it grew, but you were so very close, you didn't have any choice but to keep going.

You hopped the next fence without as much strength as you originally did, knowing that it only drained your energy faster having to constantly boost yourself up and down rather than running and turning. You wouldn't be able to keep it up for long.

You remembered that there was a cluster of empty houses that weren't sold yet somewhere nearby, so you ran in turn, changing your course of action by jumping out into the street from one of the backyards you were in, missing the pair of curious violet eyes watching you from a window in one of the houses.

You ran down the street into a more disheveled neighborhood that connected to the newer one you were just in, looking over to see only one officer remained. You didn't remember when the other one disappeared, but you excused it because you couldn't constantly look over your back when running.

You sharply turned a corner to get out of the sight of the remaining officer, heading to the end of the neighborhood where the empty houses were before throwing yourself through the open window of the first one you saw without thought, you just needed a place of hiding.

You breathed a heavy sigh as you propped yourself down for a second, having been through way too much action than you signed up for. You knew the police would probably think you ran out back towards the desolate fields that laid behind the houses.

To them, the houses were legally listed as private property*, so they wouldn't think about you bursting into someone's home without warning. You knew they were empty though from your days of scavenging for goods to survive, in fact you learned a lot about your surroundings because of that, and that's how you were able to evade the police for such a long time.

You held your breath as you heard him pass by, but once again fate seemed to be voting for your downfall, as you heard crunching of footsteps walk around the house instead of right past, and you started to grasp at what they were doing.

As soon as the backdoor flew open was the exact moment you recognized just where you were, and what house you had chosen.

You started to hyperventilate, air whooshing in and out of your lungs as the room around you started to spin.

Home...

You were home...

But this wasn't home...

It was a house once filled with horrors, pain and agony, which now reeked of death. A familiar smell you knew all too well.

Your legs moved indistinctly, as though they had minds of their own and yet still understood your internal logic.

Heart racing, eyes watering, you refused to let yourself get caught, especially in the very place you gained your new life after the death of your old one.

Mind numb, and filled with only thoughts of 'escape', you ran to the doors, but remembered they were glued shut, along with the windows. You had done that once so very long ago.

The remaining open window was shut and blocked by the police officer that was chasing you earlier, who was now the one cornering you right by it. You could see a look of compassion and understanding in his eyes, but you saw it as a look of pity instead in your moment of frustration.

You could hear not one, not two, but three voices surrounding you, and anyone that was surrounding you blurred into one giant mass as your fear started to overwhelm you, overtaking your very mind and filling every crevice it could find.

In a moment of desperation you tried using your quirk, trying to create the worst, cruelest entity that you could create, but nothing came out instead.

Your eyes started to warm as you felt tears of frustration and fear building up, but you didn't cry, you refused to. Your emotions started to slow down as you saw one of the police officer aiming what looked like a gun at you, finger on trigger. At that moment you gained slight control of your thoughts, your mind painfully screaming at you to get out of there, to protect your pride and dignity.

In your panicked state you turned and tried slamming the window to escape, but all you attempts were futile as it wasn't going to budge. You heard the trigger being pulled and braced yourself, but all you felt was a little stab on your arm. You looked down and realized that it was a tranquilizer dart that had lodged itself into your upper arm.

Your mind started to fill with fog and the edges of your vision started to slowly fill in as you banged your hand on the window in one last attempt of escape.

And then your world went dark.

A/N:

Alright, so that was part 1! I do hope that it was good enough for you, I'm trying to learn from past mistakes when writing, and I feel as though I'm in improving little by little everyday.

Don't worry, if writing the story takes too long then I'll post the parts one by one instead of waiting until it's all finished. This is my first time writing something so long, but I enjoy it!ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

Any feedback or constructive criticism is completely allowed, and if you see any mistakes then please notify me so I can fix them.

If you wish to send in a request as well, once again, please don't hesitate!

I'll be working on this as much as I can, but my progress is slowed until my phone gets completely fixed (which it will soon-hopefully anyways). I appreciate your patience! (๑´ㅂ`๑)

For the first *, that basically means that I have a note about whatever is near it. The note for that was I have absolutely no clue how buying or selling houses and property works, I just made that up on the spot. I know there's a 99% chance it's wrong, so just please go with it, I'm sorry for any annoyance.

This story is ok for reposts or other uses such as those YouTube channels that read out fanfics and things like that. My only ask is that you tell me beforehand for everything but the reposts. I just like to see other people interact with things I make, it makes me happy (⁠^⁠^⁠).

Thank you so much for reading this complete mess, I know I wrote a lot of things that aren't the story, and once again I'm sorry about that.

I hope you have a lovely day!

ヾ(>᎑<`๑)ﾖｼﾖｼｨ

年2022/月12/日01

[euphorictruths]

Pillars- Oleg Schupliak; 2018

[technically-human]

St. Hilarion's ghost story

[scrombit]

yo danny fenton he was just fourteen !!!!! idk why the quality decreased dont ask me

[escapismsworld]

The Queen of the Night

1818

Simon Quaglio

[spookyasmr]

[bluerosefox]

Family Resemblance

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I had another 11pm brain worm.

Enjoy

-x-x-

Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.

Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')

Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.

Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.

Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.

The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.

And it would take many years before he would be found.

-x-x-

Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.

Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with

"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"

-x-x-

Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too

"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."

"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"

"What?"

[tinkkles]

I really do love the fresh take on the dead wife aspect in scavengers reign like. She didn't die in some terrible accident or at the hands of an evil third party, she died because of you. Because of your ambition and carelessness and because you didn't prioritize her enough to even look for her as the ship was going down. You will carry this guilt for the rest of your life. She will haunt you forever. Pray that her ghost is enough to change you for the better.

[allastoredeer]

wait a minute

in the Undercover Angel AU

The VVV Watch everything

What is their reaction to this?

The most important thing is what is Vox's reaction to this information.

Undercover Angel AU - Part 3

Vox's brain got fried.

<- Part 2 | Part 4 ->

Tagged peeps below ⬇️

@exvangelical-christian-nerd, @rerarlo, @athanasthos

[pixlokita]

Weretrap Oz becomes town’s local urban legend hanging out by the mill

[call-me-copycat]

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.

A/N:

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for all the kind feedback and comments! I do hope everyone enjoyed, I have plans for this series!

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

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The mortifying ordeal of admitting you do want to be loved vs the mortifying ordeal of not wanting people to pity you or feel bad for you vs the mortifying ordeal of wanting to reciprocate affection but being useless vs the mortifying ordeal of being careless with others and actually feeling bad vs the mortifying ordeal of being perceived as vulnerable at all.

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Happy anniversary FNaF 3! 

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Town by Night with Procession

c. 1830

Jean Jacob Verreyt (Belgian, 1807-1872).

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so cassie’s dad, huh?

bonus shitty doodle

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The Visit At Midnight- Edmund Thomas Parris; 1832