Run After You

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Later that day, Emi and Aizawa went back to Hitobito to file a report. "The boy can stay in the office, I'll have a detective watching over him," Osamu uttered to the two young heroes who just came back, "and well done on the mission." Before they are discharged, Emi uttered, "Osamu-san, if you don't mind I would like to watch over him myself," she looked down and muttered, "actually, I...promised him that."

"I see," Osamu muttered, looking back and forth at Emi and the ten-year-old boy standing beside her, holding the tip of her sleeve. The Hitobito president turned a soft smile, "normally you wouldn't be allowed to, but I don't see why not." 

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"Emi-san," the boy muttered as they walked out, looking up at her. Emi hummed, slightly surprised knowing that's the first thing he said other than his own name. It seemed like he was losing balance, Hitoshi's leg shaking and his view doubled. Emi held the boy and kneeled before him, concerned, "Hey are you okay?" she uttered. 

Before she even knew it, the boy fell on her arms, his head on her shoulder. That's when Emi realized how warm he is, or more like he was burning. She noticed the darkening part under his eyes, much like Aizawa's-or like herself, the ones she covered up each day to not look like a lunatic. And Hitoshi, he's only ten, seeing him the way he is made Emi felt like a terrible person.

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They got to the hospital as fast they could, getting Hitoshi the treatment he needed-not that they knew what was going on with him. Emi stayed in the boy's room after he's stable, wandering around some other case stacked on a neat folder. Now that she think of it, hero job isn't that bad.

Aizawa was out to get some drinks. It was getting dark, but not too late to call it a day, they're heroes after all, schedules don't work the way it usually does.

Emi took a break and placed the folder down, slowly pulling the glove on her right hand. The cut was still there, she almost forgot it exist in the first place. Now that she does remember, it stings a bit more.

Thanks to the rough training her dad made her follow back then when she was younger, she can prevent fatal damage. She even managed to protect her partner in the process-not that she thought Aizawa wouldn't be able to protect himself. And, rescue a boy-if that's even considered one, it's not like she was planning to. Besides, she was proud of herself.

The seafoam-haired hero grinned a little as the thought of everything that happened earlier that day appeared before her eyes. She pulled a needle and medical thread from her pocket-the one she always brought with her just in case she need them. She cleaned the surface with a damp cloth and flinched as it starts stinging more. Emi sighed, "It doesn't matter how many times I do this, it never gets easier."

Emi starts stitching the cut, biting her lower lip as she did to keep any noise coming out of her, not willing to disturb Hitoshi. After a little while, she tied it up with bandages-not thick enough to gain public attention.

"See you're struggling," She heard a voice and turned her head at the door immediately only to find Aizawa standing by the door with two cups of coffee-it's obvious he'd been watching. "And you're enjoying your time watching me struggle," Emi uttered, reaching for one of the cups, thanking the raven-haired hero as she did. Aizawa chuckled lightly before taking the seat next to her.

"You're pretty skilled, I hate to admit I'm impressed," he uttered with much more expression that he usually did, even someone who only met the man can tell he's genuine.

Emi grinned, "I know right? I'm pretty cool, you should marry me." Aizawa rolled his eyes and grinned, "Good joke." Emi faked a heartache, pushing her chest down, "I'm hurt," then laughed.

As she took a sip of her coffee Aizawa uttered, "So what about him?" Emi hummed, staring at the sleeping boy across the room. "I plan to look after him, probably adopt him at some point," she uttered, "that if he don't mind."

"Are you sure about that? We got strict schedule, you probably won't have enough time to raise a boy," Aizawa started, "besides, there's always foster homes-"

Emi cut him off, "No," she said, "foster homes are terrible."

Aizawa hummed in agreement, "If that's what you say." The seafoam-haired pointed at Aizawa excitedly, "You!" she uttered. The man pulled his face away to not touch her finger and squinted his eyes, confused. "You should help me raise him! We can adopt him together!"

Aizawa's eyes widen, "Adopt him...together?" he uttered confused. "Yes, but after we get married," Emi pulled a thinking pose, turning her eyes at the ceiling, "for now we'll just look after him as heroes."

Aizawa rolled his eyes and sighed, "You know, when you say it like that it's hard to know whether you are joking or not," the hero uttered, "I don't see what's so funny about getting married."

"What if it's not a joke?" Emi teased, grinning mischievously. Aizawa rolled his eyes and muttered, "Give me a break."

That's when they both noticed that the purple-haired boy have been watching all along. "How are you feeling, Hitoshi?" Emi asked, making her way towards his bed, "the doctors said you lack blood so they transplanted you some, you should be okay now though."

The boy's eyes widen, in fear if she can judge it right. "Are you okay?" Emi uttered, placing her bandage covered hand on the boy's shoulder soothingly.

They are trying to kill you too, Shinso, the boy thought, trying to keep his face still.

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Sorry for taking so long, I'm currently occupied with exams. I should be done in 2 days though and there'll be a few weeks off so I'll try to update more often.