Little All for One

Who are you?

It was early morning, lights shone in from the street into the quiet alleyway. Soon waking up the child who once laid asleep in a large cardboard box. Stretching and yawning, she walked out into the street, looking around at the people that began their commute to work, or for breakfast. 

"Goodmorning, sweetheart." the same old lady said every time she passed by, handing her a small muffin, a bag of snacks, and a bag of water bottles. Y/n gladly accepted the bags and the muffin. 

"Thank you!" Bowing down to a 45-degree angle, waiting a bit before raising back up. Walking back to her box, she didn't expect to hear footsteps follow her. Turning and staring at the person, her hair raising up, she quickly turned it off when she saw the old lady again. "W-what are you doing here?" 

"You ran away too fast for me to give you your clothes." Another bag held the clothes that Y/n stole and wore, smiling, she quickly grabbed the bag, crawled into the box, and closed it so she could change. The sound of something covering the box caught her attention, but she thought nothing of it. Once she opened it again, the woman was gone, but a large quilt was draped over the box with a note. 

"It is getting colder out, stay warm." Grabbing the quilt, she left it in the box before setting out to walk around for a while. She loved waiting to see if there would be any fights to break out. She was always fond of heroes, their quirks were so strong, but her favorite hero was  Eraserhead, he had a quirk that was a lot like hers. Or so she thought, getting towards the inner city, she watches as some beastly dude was fighting off heroes on the bridge, no one seemed the notice as Y/n continued to get closer and closer to the danger, in complete awe as Mt. Lady jumped down, smashing through the bridge and taking down the villain. Wanting to get closer, Y/n was stopped by a scarf wrapping around her. 

"It's too dangerous for you to be getting this close." Looking up at the hero, Y/n's eye's widened as her favorite hero stood before her. "Let's get you back to your parents." He began walking towards the crowd, the young girl in tow. 

"I-I" She tried to speak up, hoping for something, some way to ask for an autograph or something. Or maybe get a picture, but she had nothing to take a picture with.

"Hey, kid... Hey, kid! Where are your parents?" Looking up, the hero sighed as he looked into her e/c eyes. "Well, where do you live?" Y/n's mind began to race as she pulled away, bowing quickly before running off, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, she didn't know why she was crying, but she was. Eraserhead groaned as he chased after her. Stopping once Y/n turned the corner into an alleyway. Treading with caution, he walked forward, looking around, "Kid, where are you?" Continuing forward, he heard sniffles coming from a large cardboard box. Knocking on it softly, which startled Y/n making her go silent. As soon as he opened the door, the girl laid on the ground groaning as she curled up in a ball. "Is this where you live?" He asked, but something was seriously wrong, her body grew and grew, almost like Mt. Lady's, but soon after large branches shot out her arms, wrapping around his neck, choking him slowly. 

"Eraser! Where were you?" Kyoomi Woods asked, seeing his coworker being strangled to death, by his own quirk, and an Mt. Lady sized child. Quickly running forward he seized the noirette, getting him to safety before trying to figure out to take down the child. Eraser's eyes snapped open, before Kyoomi could attack, Eraser erased her quirk. 

"Don't! She's just a kid!" He yelled, getting up, hand going to his sore throat. "Shit." He whispered, his voice now shot. Getting up, he quickly ran over to the child, she laid there asleep. Picking her up, he walked off trying to find anyone who knew her, or else he would have to take her to the hospital, and that would just be a hassle. "Just what I needed before my lunch break." He groaned, finally settling on taking her to the hospital, since no body seemed to know her, or know anyone who was related to her. 

"Ah, Aizawa, what has you here?" A nurse asked, smiling as she approached him, and the child.

"She passed out after using her quirk." He said, his voice coming raspy. 

"And it seems, something hit, or bruised your throat." Her hand went up, and shifted the scarf down, seeing a yellowish area begin to form around his neck. "Look's pretty bad, some pain killers, and some nice tea and water will definitely help that, though we might need to examine that noting inside the throat happened, like collapsed airway, especially with how you're talking, we should make sure your vocal cords aren't too damaged. 

"What about her?" He asked, lifting Y/n up, so the nurse can see her. 

"It's simply her overusing her quirk, she should be fine soon, rest, and rehydration should do just fine, but I will check her for any extra sustained injuries." The nurse took her, smiling as the young girl's eyes began to open.

"Wh-who are you?"