This Changes Nothing

~A Place Where You Belong~

TW: slight mentions of abuse
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A month had passed, and (y/n) was close to losing hope. She struggled to do anything at all. She spent her nights crying silently in her room, praying to be rescued. She hated the pain. She hated the smell and taste of the blood. She hated the bruises. She hated the dislocated and/or broken bones. She hated her parents. Her bullies at school didn't help, nor did the rumors that called her a villain due to her quirk.

The teachers and principal gave up on her, deciding it was the hero's problem now, and leaving (y/n) utterly defenseless. The world was suffocating her, she didn't understand why it all happened. What had she done to deserve this? Why her? Why, why, why. It became a constant word in her mind as she continued.

Meanwhile, a certain twenty-year-old pro hero waited restlessly for his opportunity to strike. That opportunity came sooner than he thought.

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"Get back here you bitch!" The girl's mother, Taiko, demanded. The toddler didn't stop. Tripping down the porch steps, she picked herself up and kept running but to no avail. The
woman grabbed the girl and scratched her down the arm, large cuts opening with blood seeping out. A man stepped out of the house with a belt in hand, heading towards the two, seemingly preparing to hit the smaller of the two.

The hero above needed no more evidence as he quickly lowered himself to the ground, his hair raised and his eyes glowing red. Sprinting full-speed at the family, he shot out his capture scarf, catching the child and pulling her to him.

"Put your hands behind your backs and get on the ground. Now!" He commanded the couple. The two tried retreating to the house but were stopped by the strong fabric that held them in place. Shota shoved them to the ground, tied them up, and waited for backup which arrived shortly thereafter.

The police arrested the adults and drove them off to jail. Turning to the little girl behind him, Aizawa knelt in front of her and pulled out his small first aid kit from one of his belt pouches. "Hey, kid. You're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore. Can you sit down for me? I'm gonna patch up your cuts." He spoke as calmly as he could, trying not to frighten the girl more than she already was.

She did as she was told, sliding her left foot around the pathway, feeling out the pavement before sitting on her bottom. "I'm going to touch you, is that okay? I won't hurt you, I'm just going to treat your injuries. Can you tell me your name and how old you are?" Aizawa asked. After getting a small nod from the child, he starts disinfecting the open cuts. She hissed a bit at the stinging feeling. "I'm (y/n), I'm four."

"It's good to meet you, (y/n). My name is Eraserhead, I'm a pro hero. I'm sorry for grabbing you in my scarf before, I needed to pull you away from them." He told her. He was doing his best to keep the girl distracted from the pain of her wounds and the previous events. The last thing he needed was for her to panic.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. I'm sorry for causing you trouble." She spoke quietly. The man noticed how she spoke very politely and acted way too mature for her age, probably a result of whatever her parents had enforced on her. "You aren't causing trouble. It's my job to help, I do this because I want to. So, tell me about yourself. Do you have a quirk?"

Aizawa isn't the best at socializing, but he is okay when it comes to kids. He's always had a soft spot for children, though he would rather die than admit it. The girl seemed to tense a bit at the question, hesitating at her answer.

"I do. It's called Music Box. I hum a song and it gives the illusion of a feeling. Different songs do different things. It's evil though, so I don't use it." She turned her head in shame, thinking he would be upset with her. "That's a cool quirk. You could help a ton of people with it. My quirk is called Erasure. I can stop someone from using their quirk by staring at them. It stops when I blink though." Aizawa gently started wrapping her arms with bandages.