Aizawa walked towards the middle school boy, just as the other boy went away-reaching the other kids his age. He doubted himself for a while, but do it anyway. As he reached close enough, he stood by the bench where Shinso were sitting, but the boy didn't notice anyone near him.
"Excuse me," Aizawa cracked. Shinso casually turned his face towards the hero. As he realize who he is, his eyes widen, he stood up-but instantly regret it. Why should he be standing up? The boy sat back, as he muttered, "Y-yes?"
Aizawa scratched the back of his neck, not quite knowing what to say. He might just end up looking ridiculous in front of some random kid, he might lost his reputation. "Do you recognize me?" the hero asked.
What the heck am I talking about, of course he recognize me.
The boy raised an eyebrow, showing a confused expression, while deep down he's in septic shock. "You're Eraserhead," he muttered.
I'm so glad you're OK, Eraserhead.
"Well, sure I am," he held the back of his neck stiffly. The whole time Shinso went silent-not quite knowing what to do nor how to act around his idol. "I'm glad you're OK now-" he mutterred, "I-I-I saw the news." He lied-or not really. Aizawa raised an eyebrow. There was a moment of silent before the hero decided to say another word, "Are you who I thought you are?" The boy went silent, staring at the ground. "W-who?" he murmured.
"Don't mess with me, kid," he said, "I know it's you."
"Y-yes, I'm sorry," Shinso replied faintly, "I don't mean to hurt you that bad." Aizawa raised an eyebrow, confused. What he realize is that the boy felt guilty-but why? Aizawa sat beside him, while Shinso remain staring at the ground.
"What are you talking about? You're my hero."
Shinso felt his heart skipped a beat. His eyes widen, still staring at the ground. For some reason, he felt flattered-not the kind of feeling he experienced before. "You saved me, kid" Aizawa continue, "I could've died." Shinso felt his eyes teary, but it dries by time-didn't even get the chance to touch the ground.
"I guess," he replied, "but if I didn't wait for too long you wouldn't have been so much hurt, you could've lost your quirk." Aizawa smirked, his right hand holding Shinso's hunched shoulder. "But I didn't," he smiled, "thanks to you." The boy felt his heart filled with joy, as if his exhaustion simply fades mid-air. "Thank you," he said.
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The Underground
FanfictionNot willing to live with his mom, Shinso-a middle school student-have to survive living alone following his father's death. He was about to let go his dream of being a hero soon after he realize his brainwashing quirk won't do the job, until he meet...
