Part 6: Hope

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 I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but I was having an awful nightmare. I saw Hisashi standing above me with an evil grin. His face twisted into a snarl and started laughing, but I didn't hear anything. The dream was eerily silent. I turned to look around and I saw my mother's body. I had seen this before. This scene was from the day I had come back from the quirk specialist. Except, this time there was a twist. My mother looked up at me from where she layed bleeding on the basement floor. I got up and ran to her, hoping that I could save her. When I got to her body I sat next to her and tried to help, only to be shoved backwards. "I don't need your help you fucking brat! You're useless! You're the reason I'm dead, this is your fault!" And then it was over. 

When woke up I was laying in the small tree house bed listening to a conversation between Tsuki, Kami, and... Eraserhead? I kept my eyes closed and listened silently to their conversation.

"You can come in Eraserhead." said Kacchan. If Eraserhead was shocked at him knowing who he was, I couldn't tell because if I opened my eyes I wouldn't be able to listen quietly. I was too exhausted emotionally to have to keep up a conversation, so I decided to let the others explain the situation if the topic came up.

Aizawa must have looked surprised because Kacchan said,"I know who you are because, well you see that kid there? You're his favorite pro hero because you have the same quirk." said Kacchan. 

I was tired, but I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon; not after that nightmare.

"Is Aizawa ok?" said...'other Aizawa'.( XD I had to)

The two boys hesitated, obviously surprised that the hero knows who I am, and that he knew my real name.

"He's having a nightmare because his abusive father-who's not even his father-murdered his mother, Inko, when he was four. So you two have met?" Kacchan questioned. 

'What the hell Kacchan?! Why would you tell him all that?!'

"We met earlier today when I was out on patrol." replied Eraserhead. "Who is his father?"

Kacchan hesitated to answer, but then replied with "His step father's name is Hisashi Midoriya, and his mother's name was Inko Midoriya, if that's what you're asking." I cracked my eyes open slightly and saw Eraserhead with a melancholy look on his face. Did he recognise one of the names?

"He got kicked out because his father is... I don't have any words for his father." 

I transformed into a kitten, just because it made me feel safe. I could hide under the blankets and still hear everything because of how good cat's ears are. 

"Is there any solid proof against Hisashi? I could help get Aizawa out of there." Eraserhead asked.

I jumped out of the bed and turned back into myself. "I have proof, and all of Hisashi's friends have videos on their phones." Everyone jumped when I spoke.

Eraserhead was the first one to recover from the shock. He tried for a casual conversation,"How'd you sleep problem child?" I didn't want to say 'Oh yeah, it was terrible. My dead mother told me I was useless lol.' yeah, no. 

"It was fine." More lies. "Can we get Hisashi in jail or not?" I asked impatiently. 

"I know a few people on the inside that can help. Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi has a lie detector quirk. We can have him question you for proof against Hisashi, then we can get him arrested." I felt so much relief in that moment that I wanted to just break down and cry. I felt like a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I ran forward and hugged him. It had been a long time since I had smiled honestly. Maybe I would actually have a home, and maybe everything would be ok.  I don't know what will happen, but I have hope. 

"Thank you."

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Second chapter today! Yay! This was a short but wholesome chapter, I hope you like it! Credits to CosmicloveUwU for the original version! Feel free to comment any constructive criticism, tips, advice, things you want in future chapters, or whatever you want! Thanks for reading ;b

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Word Count: 734

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