Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xvii. London to Home

Two weeks had gone by.

Two weeks of the Pro Hero Endeavor taking care of the young [L/n] in his own home, and with Shoto and Fuyumi taking it upon themselves to actually help take care of the girl, but very carefully due to her Quirk's outbursts.

And of course, Shoto Todoroki took plenty of pictures, but mostly of his father taking care of the girl to blackmail his pride in the future.

Enji had just gotten out of the shower, clad in a bright red towel, and made his way to his training room to change and check on the young child that resided there, that being the only room she was really safe to be in.

Walking into his training room, he got a sight that he was not expecting in any way shape or form.

There was [L/n], sitting on the ground, legs pressed against one another and hand across her chest, looking confused, flustered, and with her eyes darting around the room, as if she wasn't believing what she was seeing. The moment Enji walked in, her eyes locked on him.

"Um, Enji, what am I doing here? Why are we both, you know, naked?"

Was Shoto Todoroki eavesdropping? Yes, yes he was.

For the first time in a very long time, [L/n] heard him laugh, Enji Todoroki laughed. Not a malicious or angry laugh, but a genuine little laugh.

"What's the last thing you remember?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I remember going out to help you, and then," she paused, noticing the child's clothes on the floor that were seemingly ripped open from when her body instantaneously grew back to it's normal self, "How long was I a kid? A few days?"

"Two and a half weeks."

"Eh!?"

"And now that you're back to normal, get out." He stated rather flatly. While it would seem like he's being rude, the man did take care of her for two and a half weeks, which the media ate up like nobodies business.

"Would you happen to have any clothes that would fit?" She asked, having absolutely none to wear.

He was silent for a moment, combing his fingers through his hair before letting out a very soft sigh. "Yeah, I'll go grab some of Rei's clothes for you. Just, sit tight."

A few minutes later, the man entered the room once more and tossed some clothing at her. He turned around as she got dressed, which was senseless considering he had already seen her nude before. But believe it or not, it was a respect thing.

"And Enji, thank you." [L/n] spoke in a soft tone, aware of the amount of trouble a young her must've caused.

"Don't worry about it." He stated. "You're the one who took the hit for me. Now remember, you can use the door when you leave, not the window." The woman laughed a bit at his words.

"Well, goodnight Enji. And again, thank you."

"Yeah yeah yeah, now get out." She smiled and left the man's house.

Once outside, she noticed that it must've been smack dab in the middle of the night, considering how dark it was. Man, I still hate the dark. She shivered a bit. Yet I always go with Aizawa's antics and went with all those night patrols for years and years.

Figuring that her partners home would be the best place to go, she made her way there.

Arriving at the front door, she went inside only to feel fabric wrap tightly around her frame and slam her up against the wall.

"Hmph!" She screamed, the fabric wrapped around her mouth as well.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Aizawa apologized, his voice a bit raspy as he loosened the fabric from the woman's body. "I thought you were an intruder."