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Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven
Izuku's POV

It's been a few weeks since I last saw Uncle Aizawa, which, honestly, I was grateful for because I didn't need to worry about being questioned as to why I looked like my deceased mother. It's weird when worded like that. It's like asking why a plant is green.

Anyway, since I was no longer going to school until the next academic year, I picked up more hours at the café since I had the time. Getting a lot of tips and a bonus from the owner because, apparently, I'm 'the main reason the business is still running'. I couldn't complain though. The money earnt helped me save more people before they turned to petty crime, I was able to buy more food and water as well as supplies. My quirk could help make anything we needed, but for the amount of people I had to accommodate for, it was simpler and made more sense to buy the things we needed instead of using up all of the little energy I had left at the end of each day.

Today I was held up at the café and was asked to close up. We had so many customers that the owner needed to leave early due to being way to overwhelmed with how many people willingly came in. I had the others take him home early since he was in no state to do so himself and that I would look after the café on my own. There were only a few hours left anyway.

On my way back to the Dome, I felt as if I was being followed but when I looked around, I couldn't see anyone around me or on the buildings above. However, I knew better than to ignore an instinct.

Quicker than the person could process, I ran into an alley way that was close by and ran through all the twists and turns with ease. Heading in the direction away from the Dome, I started to scale up the buildings to meet my stalker with the help of my quirk, making pieces of stone to protrude out of the buildings to make a make-shift staircase.

I reached the rooftops quickly, turning to meet my stalker face-to-face. Surprise, surprise, it's Uncle Aizawa.

Internally sighing, I put up my guard as I started the conversation.

"And what is it I can do for you this fine evening, Eraserhead?" I asked politely.

"I have a few questions I want to ask you." he said, sounding more tired than he normally was. He must have skipped his hourly cup of coffee. If that was the case, it was best to get this over and done with so the poor guy could go to sleep. He was still my uncle even if he didn't know who I was.

"Fine, but make it quick please. I've had a long day myself and I have an anxious boyfriend probably thinking the worst if I'm not back before nightfall." I stated.

"What's your name?" Straight into it then? Alright.

"Izuku." I said.

"Last name?" he asked impatiently.

"Don't have one." I replied.

"What's your quirk?" he continued, not bothering to get more detail at this moment in time which I appreciated.

"One that you'd be able to cancel but won't be able to undo what had been done." I said, making sure to hide my smirk.

"Don't talk in riddles, kid. I'm not in the mood." Uncle Aizawa threated, his scarf reacting to his annoyance as his eyes were glowing the slightest big red.

I let out a sigh, starting to get annoyed myself. "I'm not about to tell you my quirk. It would leave me in a more vulnerable state while you would have the upper hand of knowledge while I would be left unsure of your motives."

If I was not mistaken, I'm sure I had seen Uncle Aizawa's mouth twitch upwards, as if he had wanted to smile. For some reason, it made me feel slightly warm on the inside.