another MHA angst story

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Little did he know he had alerted the world of his existence, even tho it was a part of town that was not at all busy.

He had alerted parts of the world he would have never expected to care.

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He felt a tap on his shoulder and he quickly lifted his puffy, red face. There was snot streaming from his nose and tears shining over his cheek bones.

He gasped as a tired looking man knelt down next to him, trying not to pose as a threat.

It didn't work and Izuku stared at him tensely, expecting to be hit for crying so much. But instead the man said something he didn't expect.

"Hey kid, I'm a hero, are you okay?" He said softly. His voice was gruff, his hair was black and unbrushed. He had a pair of yellow goggles hanging awkwardly over a long grey scarf.

Izuku stayed silent, staring at him. The man knelt there awkwardly for a moment before asking another question.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Izuku looked at him strangely before a darker expression swept over his face, "why do you care?" He asked grimly.

The hero looked suprised, "because you're upset?" He asked, like it was obvious. Now Izuku was the one who was confused.

"Why do you care?" He emphasized again, "no one has ever cared before."

Izuku sounded angry. He was defensive. Who cares. No one cared. Heroes had never cared. Heroes thought he was worthless because he didn't have a quirk. No one cared if he was happy or sad. No one even wanted him alive. Not even his best friend.

"Why wouldn't I care?" The hero asked, "I'm a hero, my job is to help people who are in trouble." He said blandly, "and you look like you're having a very hard time."

Izuku wiped his nose on his sleeve, "yeah." He admitted. Still closing himself off to the man.

"Do you live around here?" He asked. Izuku shrugged, he had no idea where he was.

"Are you lost?" The hero asked, trying to pry some kind of information out of him.

"I guess so." Midoriya answered, "I don't know how to get home from here. Just figured I would figure it out or die out here from dehydration or something. It doesn't really matter." He didn't mean for it to sound so sad, even if that's how he really felt.

The man nodded, making his position more permanent and sitting in a criss cross position instead, "I'm Eraserhead. An underground hero. What's your name?"

Izuku was hesitant to answer and pursed his lips, "what'll you do if I tell you?" He asked.

"Find out more stuff about you. See if it's safe to send you home." Aizawa said, "stuff like that."

"Safe to send me home?" Izuku asked, questioning what he meant. He never felt safe at home. But maybe he was safe, even if his parents hated him.

Aizawa nodded, "make sure your parents are taking care of you. Making sure you're safe there. That kind of stuff."

Izuku contemplated this, "what happens if I'm not safe at home?"