Newfound Family

No thank you

For Izuku, it was a pretty normal day. He didn't get any sleep like usual and by the time the sun let its presence be known, he'd given up on trying. He got up to make his way out of his room, which was more like a closet to be honest, but he didn't mind, it was better than nothing. After stepping on the third toy, he promptly decided to clean. It was a good stress reliever and no one else was up yet so he wouldn't be interrupted.

Plugging his headphones into his phone and turning up his music, he began to clean, letting the music drown out the world and the rhythmic motions of picking something up and putting it away calm him.

Finishing up he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, a skill he had picked up that quickly became a habit.

He poached some eggs and made a few plates of onigiri to put out on the table for the other kids to serve themselves.

Speaking of kids, upon hearing Izuku they began flooding into the dining room for breakfast.

There were about 37 kids in the orphanage all together, ranging from the age of 7 months to 15, though most were between the ages of 5-9.
There were dozens of rooms and a nursery with separate staff for the infants, along with a kitchen, living area, dining room, and large backyard.

He wasn't liked very much there but he was helpful enough to be ignored by the adults and quiet enough to avoid the attention of the other kids. Slipping out of the kitchen, he made his way to the rooms of the younger kids' sections.

Entering the first room he proceeded to strip the bedding (which he did once a week) and putting it in a pile with the rest of the laundry. Moving on to cleaning up all the toys and washing marker off one of the walls, he finished by replacing the bedding and putting the laundry outside of the door to collect later.

He repeated this process, occasionally scrubbing down a mattress from when one of the kids wet the bed, before collecting the laundry and moving along.

When his normal routine was finally finished, he made his way back to the common room.

Visitors and parents planning to adopt came from around 11:00am to 6:00pm. Checking the time he found it to be 12:54 pm. No big deal, he's been to countless orphanages and knew well by now that no one wanted to adopt a teenager. And no one would want to talk to a quirkless boy, let alone invite them into their home. So, it's not like it was a big deal if he wasn't there on time.

Arriving in the common room he saw 30 out of the 37 kids running about, the other 7 being infants and kept in the nursery. The usual visitors were there, playing or reading with the kids, along with what looked like some new couples looking around and interacting with the kids. Or at least the ones who came up to them or caught their interest.

The strangest group here today though was the group of 8 very obvious (to him at least) pro heroes wandering around. Most of them looked uncomfortable or out of place, but a few (Mic, Mirko, and Fatgum) were having a fairly good time chilling with the kids.

He chose to ignore them in favor of comforting the 3-year-old who just ran headfirst into the wall.

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Keigo, despite what you may think, was not actually all that good with kids. They were adorable sure but the snot running from the nose and constant sticking everything in their mouth was a bit much for him. So, while he looked around the group of children, he mainly focused on the older ones, and while some of them entertain the little kids, they all kinda had the same idea.

So, when another boy who was surely supposed to be here before hand walked into the room, eyes scanning over everything, it did not go unnoticed to the pro heroes.

The boy himself was rather small actually. With a dark forest green hair that almost looked black in some places and large green eyes. He walked slightly hunched and his footsteps were silent as to not draw any attention to himself.

Despite how small he was and his huge Babyface, there was something in in the way he carried himself that just let them know he was one of the older members here.

Ignoring them, the boy decided to walk over the young girl who was crying from bumping her head on the wall. Picking the child up he shushed her and checked her head to make sure she was alright. It seems nothing was broken but her nose had hit the wall pretty hard and was now bleeding. Taking a handkerchief that the kid seemed to carry around on him out of his pocket, he began wiping off the blood, firmly holding it to her nose till the bleeding stopped. Another kid, who he had seemed to have been sent off earlier came back with some ice. He took it and, after thanking him, placed it on her forehead.

After the girl had calmed herself, he put her down to continue playing; and the girl, who seemed to have her energy back, took off once again, chasing after some of the other kids.

Keigo looked over to Aizawa, who seemed just as intrigued as him and was about to make his way over to the kid with him before the head (who seemed to have recognized some of them, despite him hiding his feathers and Mirko wearing a hat) made their way over to them.

"Why hello there, and what brings you folks here today?"
She was overly enthusiastic, and her smile felt rather wrong for whatever reason. They pretty much all came to the same conclusion right away, they weren't a fan.

"Were looking for a kid," Yamada spoke up, the louder man naturally being more talkative, "preferably an older child please."

"Of course!" She responded in her all too peppy tone to be natural. " We currently have 5 but I think I know someone who will be just perfect for you!"

And wasn't that odd, because with a good look around the room you could easily tell that there were 6 older kids, not five. Not to mention she led them away from the green haired boy, completely ignoring him in favor of calling the others together.

"This is Akio!" She said, snapping his attention back to the woman. Before them stood 3 boys and 2 girls, all teenagers. The person who she was talking about stood in front of the others.

He had straight black hair and looked at them with an unimpressed look. The boy himself was about 5'9 and clearly needed an attitude adjustment.

"Sup."

Yeah, they weren't going to get along.

All might, who had yet to do anything other than pout, spoke up, "Hello, and how old are you young Akio."

"13, though I'll be 14 in two months." He said smugly.

"And your quirk?" Endeavor asked, because of course he did.

The kids smug look somehow amplified, "Fog. I can create a fog to temporarily blind or throw off my opponent. Pretty cool huh?"

It was a decent quirk and a few of the friendlier of them nodded. Aizawa however, was very much done with this kid.

"Thank you, I think we will continue to have a look around."

She didn't seem to like that very much, "Sorry, but these are all the older kids we have."

"Oh? And who is that green hair boy back in the corner of the other side of the room?" He countered.

"Who, deku?" She scoffed, "ignore him, he'll only cause problems and get in the way. "

Yeah, not a fan. At all.

*Authors note!

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