"This is where you live?" Toru asks as the car stops in front of a house with a green metal gate.
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"So I'll be staying with you?"
"Yes, until we can find you a permanent placement."
"Do you take in homeless kids often?"
"No."
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The house is small but nice, it has a dark grey roof and old red brick walls.
In the driveway was an old, old, old red Lowrider, it's missing a roof and both the back wheels are deflated.
"Who's car is that?" Toru asks getting out of Aizawa's car, careful to not place her hand on anything.
He looked at the car like it was an old photo. "It belonged to a friend...he's out of country." He looked away and began walking towards the house, "this way."
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FanfictionAfter a bloody night and waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed Toru gets thrown into the house of Shota Aizawa, a school teacher by day and an underground hero by night. But what does she do when she can't remember anything? When a voice appears in...
