Mr. Aizawa's Son

A New Home

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Time: 7:15 AM
Setting: Shota Aizawa & Hizashi Yamada's Family Home

~~ Shinsou's POV ~~

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Hitoshi Shinsou was absolutely exhausted. He was woken up an hour ago to go to yet another new foster home. He hated moving from place to place like this, but he had no choice. He was under 18, and not allowed to care for himself yet.
He stood behind his social worker, as she knocked on the door to this new house.
He looked around as he waited. This new neighborhood was pretty nice honestly. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here. Anything was better than his last place.
Soon, the door opened, and there stood a man with shoulder length black hair, eye bags that looked as deep as, if not deeper than Shinsou's, and he wore all black pajamas.
This was Pro Hero: Eraserhead. He wasn't as well known as some of the other heroes, but Shinsou did really admire him.
"Hello there. My name is ****. I'm the social worker in charge of watching over Hitoshi Shinsou."
"I didn't expect you to arrive so early. Please, come in, and have a seat in the living room. It's through the doorway directly to your left. I'll go get my husband."
"Wonderful, thank you!" She looked at Shinsou. "Come on then. This doesn't seem so bad, does it?"
Shinsou just shrugged. He'd gotten 30 minutes of sleep, tops. He didn't have enough energy to say anything at the moment.
He followed the social worker into the house, before being led to the living room. He heard Eraserhead close the door behind them, before hearing footsteps going up the stairs.

"So? What do you think so far, Shinsou?"
He just shrugged again.
"Do you think you'll like living here for the time being?"
She was trying to make conversation, but Shinsou just wasn't interested. He just wanted to sleep. He slept a lot easier during the day, but during the night was when he had a lot of night terrors.
".. Maybe."
"Let's hope so!"

Soon, Eraserhead came back with Pro Hero: Present Mic. His usually pointy hair that stuck up was half down in a messy bun. He looked a lot more tired than usual too.
"Good morning! It's nice to meet you! My name is ****! I'm the social worker in charge of watching over Hitoshi Shinsou!"
"Nice to meet you! Sorry, we just didn't expect you to come so early."
"Yes, I know, but this was the only time that worked for us to get here."
Shinsou frowned. 'Liar.'
She just wanted to get rid of him finally. She'd never said it, but he knew she was thinking it.
"Ah. Well, it's nice to meet you Shinsou!" Present Mic reached out a hand to shake.
Shinsou looked up at him. Hesitantly, he shook his hand.
".. You too."
"I have his file in my car that you can read through on your own time, I know you got an overview when you agreed to foster him, but I believe it would be helpful for you to read his file as well. He's not necessarily.. Your average foster case." The social worker spoke up again. "I'll go get it. Be nice, Shinsou." She glanced at the purple haired boy, before leaving towards her car.

Present Mic looked at Shinsou. "So.."
Eraserhead spoke up. "Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself, since you'll be living with us from now on?"
".. Uh.. I don't know.."
The two in front of the teen looked at each other, before Eraserhead spoke again.
"What are your hobbies?"
"Dunno. I don't really do much."
"Okay.. What about favorite food?" Present Mic tried to make conversation now.
"Ramen, I guess." He hadn't made eye contact at all.
"That's nice! Ramen is a good choice." Present Mic nodded.
"I guess. I mean, it's fine."
"Just fine? I thought you said it was your favorite." Eraserhead seemed confused.
"Not really, I mean. But I don't have a lot of choices otherwise.

It didn't take long for the social worker to get back.
"Apologies for the wait! Here is the file." She handed it to Eraserhead.
"Thank you. My husband and I will read it later."
"Wonderful! Well, I should get going then. Shinsou doesn't really have any bags, or items. Like I said, not your.. average, foster case."
The purple-haired boy never really got many clothes or items at any of his other foster homes. He always got the worst foster homes.
"We'll keep that in mind. Thank you, ****."
She simply nodded, before Present Mic led her to the door, and she left.
The blonde came back, and looked at Eraserhead, before looking at Shinsou.
"Here, we'll show you where your room is, and get you settled in, okay? Are you hungry? One of us can make you something to eat, if you are."
Shinsou shook his head. "Uh.. No thanks. I just kind of want to sleep, if.. That's fine."
"Of course.. Why wouldn't it be?" The black haired man raised an eyebrow.
The three sat in silence for awhile after that, seeing as the teen gave no response to the question.

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Time: 1:35 PM
Setting: Family Home - Shinsou's Room

~~ Shinsou's POV ~~

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Shinsou stirred, and opened his eyes. As soon as he got in bed after the tour of the house, he fell asleep, and neither of his foster parents interrupted him. They could probably tell just how tired he was.
He hadn't even really looked around the room when he got in. It was plain. White walls, a dresser and a closet near one wall, a couple windows on the wall opposite the door to his room, and the floor was carpeted with a fluffy grey carpet. He didn't really expect Eraserhead or Present Mic to let him customize it much, since he never really stayed in these places very long.
After a few moments, the purple-haired boy heard voices downstairs. They were quiet and muffled, and he couldn't really understand what they were saying. He groggily got up, and exited the room, before stopping at the top of the stairs. He heard the voices very clearly after that.

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