"If there is an award for 'who hates their quirk the most' I'd win first place."
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Yes. Another bnha x jjk crossover fic. It's a heavy book overall, so if it's too much please don't read and just skip.
Trigger warnings:
-panic attacks
-an...
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Living here for the past few months were.. surprisingly pleasant. I wasn't put in the foster care system, thank god because who knows what'd happen if I actually did, and Aizawa has been nothing but nice.
I'm not sure if he did it because he wanted to or is it because the mouse told him to, but I've been enjoying it here, with him. He's like a father figure that I didn't have for the past six years.
Aizawa helped me through a lot of things, he helped me with my physical therapy, helping me walk like I used to, and along the way tried to get me to eat as much as possible to gain the weight that I assume I needed, and lastly but certainly not my favorite, he taught me school subjects.
Yes, he has spared a moment of his time teaching me everything I could possibly missed since third grade. He was pretty speedy about it though, by now I'm on middle school level difficulty-wise.
How did I manage that? I think it has something to do with my focusing abilities I've developed inside the cells. I used it to identify footsteps, voices, and even the tiniest breath to prepare myself for either a small beating or a brutal one.
Speaking of, the quirk bracelet has done its job. Sure, sukuna still talks in there every now and then, threatening that he would in fact free himself, but after his tenth time (still counting), I'm starting to think that they're just empty threats.
Oh, and Aizawa's friend come by pretty often. Hizashi.. his name I think, was the loud one, and Nemuri was the.. well she's interesting.
They bought me clothes, snacks, even toys and sometimes it just feels like they're my real aunts and uncles, not like I'd know what that feel like though.
Yeah, in conclusion everything is great, everything is awesome, but I better be safe than sorry, besides great things never really last that long after all.
It's always calm before the storm.
A bit of a negative thought, but can you blame me really?
"Did you finish your breakfast?" I lift my head, glancing to my only half-finished plate. I heard Aizawa sigh, as he lifted the plate to the dishwasher.
"It's an improvement at least." He dusted his hands before turning to me, his scarf covering half his face. "I'm going to school, Nemuri will visit after, and remember, if you need anything, you have a phone. I trust you know how to use it now?"
I nodded my head, remembering vaguely how I made present-mic a bit stressed out due to the fact that I have the capability of using electronic devices of a middle aged woman.
"Good, uh, food's in the fridge, there's some milk if you want some, and you can watch tv if you want." I nodded again, giving him a small wave as he disappeared from my eyesight.
School huh? That actually sounds like a lot of fun, though I don't think it's a good idea. Sukuna would take it as an opportunity to scare people off.
"Consider that as helping, you don't want rats as a friend."
