"Eyepatch" BNHA Various x Emotionless!Reader

I

   Your parents were dead. Their bodies were cold by now. You stood alone in the living room, far away from reality.
You stared blankly at the floor, thinking of everything and nothing all at once.

Your head shot up as the sound of sirens and shouting filled your ears. You willed yourself to step forward and peer through the curtains.
Red and blue light flashed in the windows, filling the room with colour. You could hear the loud voices of policemen yelling for anyone in the house to step outside.
You stood still for a moment, barely even daring to breath. You cautiously padded back to the front door, opening it just enough for you to see outside.
There were at least half a dozen cop cars parked outside your house, with nearly twice as many officers, all heavily armed.
The man standing at the front noticed you in the doorway. He looked tired.
He was dressed in all black, except for the long grey scarf he wore around his neck. You thought he didn't look very much like a pro hero.

"Hey, kid" he spoke. His voice was deep. You wondered where you had heard it before.

He walked up to where you were standing and knelt down in front of you.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded. He looked back at the heroes and officers behind him before facing you again.

"Do you want to come out from there?"
 
You paused for a second before opening the door the rest of the way and carefully stepping outside. The man dressed in black placed his hand gently on your shoulder, guiding you away from the house towards the police who slowly put down their weapons.

You recognise him now. You've seen him on the news before– the erasure hero: Eraserhead.

He took you in his car and drove you to the station with most of the police officers following close behind. As you sat stiffly in the back seat, you stared out the window and watched as you drove away from your house.

Away from the memories and the hurt, from the bodies of your parents. Away from the nightmare.

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It turns out your next-door neighbor was the one who called the police. They said they had heard screaming coming from inside the house and got worried.

The officers sat you down in a chair and asked you questions about your parents' deaths. They wanted to know where you had been at the time of the murder, if you saw the killer and how you found the bodies. They asked what your home life was like and if you noticed your parents behaving strangely at all.
Your throat was starting to feel strained by the time the two men took their notepads and left.

You perked up when you heard muffled voices arguing outside the door. From your seat, you peered through the glass window into the next room. You saw the pro hero Eraserhead talking with the police, and tilted your head in curiosity as he rubbed his forhead in frustration.
You couldn't hear much of what they were saying, but you briefly caught the words "kid", "parents", "can't", and "foster home". You could only assume they were discussing what to do with you since you were all on your own now and had no one to look after you.

You had spaced out for a moment, wondering if you would be put into a children's home, when you abruptly heard the sharp click of a door opening. You looked towards the sound and saw Eraserhead standing awkwardly in the doorway. Your blank eyes followed him as he swiftly moved across the room and knelt down in front of you.
You thought he looked almost nervous, glancing down at his shoes before looking back up at you.

He said his name was Shota Aizawa. He began to tell you about the conversation he had just been a part of. You were only really half listening, now you were sure you would be sent to a children's home.
Surprisingly, he then asked you if you would like to stay with him instead. At this, you tilted your head to the side in confusion. You said nothing.
He looked at you with tired eyes as he waved his hands dismissively,

"Ah, but you dont have to if you don't want to. I dont want you to feel like you dont have a choice."

His words hit you deep in your chest. This was new.
It wasn't anything like what you felt before. This was warm, but it didnt burn. It felt light and airy and it didnt make your lungs tighten uncomfortably like they did back at your house.

You'd never been given a choice before.

You decided that maybe this man wasnt so bad and accepted his offer. He smiled.
He stood up from his kneeling position on the floor and began walking to the door with you following close behind.

You both were stuck at the police station for the next several hours signing the necessary paperwork. The two of you sat next to eachother in stiff plastic chairs, bathing in the comfortable silence, thankful for the calmness.
Aizawa felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked down in confusion, only to be met with the sight of you leaning against him, fast asleep.

He smiled softly. You had a rough day.

He gently shook you awake after a while, telling you that everything had been squared away and you could finally leave.
You sleepily climbed into the back seat of his car for the second time that day, and as you drifted off once again, pressed up against the cool leather, you couldnt help but feel that you had been saved.

Everything was going to be okay.