SSD V: Aizawa

143. Day Five: Ladylike

"Do you think she's up for adoption?"

Hawks blinked, rolling over to find his dear love staring up at the ceiling, blue eyes shimmering in the hint of light getting past the blinds. "What?" He wasn't sure what time it was, some awful hour of the morning probably, definitely too early to be talking about this.

"She said she was a street kid for two years. I didn't exactly ask her about parents or anything, do you think she has any?"

"Babe, I love you, but go back to sleep."

Those eyes turned on him, but since he'd turned his head, the light could no longer catch in his eyes. "Come on, you've practically adopted Tiny Bird already, Mama Bird, you may as well make it official."

"I've known her for a few days, you've had one phone conversation."

"She hates Endeavour, she knows how to take care of herself, and she's got a tragic backstory. What more do you need to know?"

A lot of things, actually. She was a literal human being. Taking care of a literal human being took more than knowing one person she hated. Hawks was thinking way too deeply into this. "I can't tell if you're being serious or not." It was way too early for this.

"Well, what if I am?"

Hawks jammed the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, trying to get some of the gunk out so he'd feel slightly more alive at this lovely hour of ass-o'clock. "Then there are a whole load of issues including: she goes to UA, her school is literally hours away."

"It's a boarding school."

Which was a good point, sure, but, "So we dump her at school and only see her on the holidays?"

"You could fly her here some weekends so she wouldn't have to take the train."

Ok. Yes. So there went that issue. "Just because she was once a street kid doesn't mean she doesn't have parents."

"Well you read her medical file, didn't you?" Yes. Yes, he did. "Doesn't it have stuff like that?" Hawks shook his head. "What about her emergency contacts?"

Normally, it wasn't something that would stand out enough for him to remember. This was a little different. "She has two emergency contacts." Hawks hated knowing he'd already lost this particular string of argument.

"Who are?" Those blue eyes, more like dark grey now there was no real light on them, got closer.

"Her teachers," Hawks choked out. He remembered seeing it written near the bottom of the first page. Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi, what he knew to be the real names of, "Eraserhead and Present Mic." Most kids would have parents down as their emergency contacts, even if they were only short-term fosters. So it was almost a certainty that she had no family to speak of, at least none who could be notified in an emergency. UA, the teachers there, that was all she had.

"Aren't those two banging?"

"Why do you know that?" Hawks didn't have all that much experience with the two of them, but what he did know told him they were polar opposites. He highly doubted a man who would— not only willingly, but— gladly live his entire life inside his sleeping bag could tolerate someone with endless pools of energy until death did them part. "Why do you say that like I'd know that?"

Even in the dark, Hawks could see the smug look he was facing. He decided it was time to change the subject.

"She might not want to be adopted, you know." For all he knew, she was an emancipated teen. It wasn't particularly common but it was far from impossible. If anyone could get it done, Silver could.