Shota - An MHA Story

The Beginning

I am Aizawa Shota. Where should I begin? Well, I'm a pro hero. I have two children and a loving husband, but we'll get to that later. Perhaps I should start at the beginning..more towards my middle school years.

------- {Shota - Junior High 1st Year}

I walked the halls of the unfamiliar school. I now went to junior high here, but I was a transfer student.

It didn't matter though. I'm quiet and not open to speak to the people around me, it makes everything better that I'll be the transfer student that nobody wants to talk to.

I found my way to class.

"Ah! Aizawa! Step right in! I'm your homeroom teacher, Watanabe-sensei." The teacher greeted me way to cheerfully.

"Hi." I replied with pretty much no emotion.

I walked inside casually. I was going to have to introduce myself, so I made my way to the front of the room, grabbed a piece of chalk, and wrote my name correctly on the chalkboard.

"Hi. My name is Aizawa Shota. It's nice to meet you." I said as a friendly introduction and immediately found the empty seat I assumed was mine.

"Now, everyone, please be.." I wasn't listening anymore. I had already zoned out. I was in my own little world.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that students were standing up and going to see other people in the class.

I assumed that meant we had to group for something.

I stood up and made a lie before speaking.

"Sensei, I apologize, but I felt a bit nervous and wasn't listening. What are we doing now?"

Well, I was just a bit nervous, but I also just didn't want to take the time to listen.

"That's okay, Aizawa. We are working on a project. Is it okay if you work on your own or do you want to join someone?"

"How far into the project are you?"

"Well, it's been two weeks.."

"It's probably best I work myself." I chuckled stupidly.

"Of course. That's okay. Here's the papers you need for it."

I went over the rules and steps of the project before putting it down, hitting my head on the desk, and telling myself, I wanna go home.

//-//

Hours later, the bell had finally rung and I could go home. I saw someone with two people behind him pass me on my way home. He was loud. Too loud. Of course I ignored him, but I covered my ears as I walked away. Too loud! I screamed in my head.

I was finally home!

"Mother, I'm home. I'll be in my room."

Mom normally would answer the moment I got home. She didn't have a job and we didn't own a car, so where could she have gone?

"Mom?" I asked. Still no response.

I quickly put my bag in my room and went into the kitchen. There was a pot on the stove and it was on.

It was going to start a fire if it were on any longer.
I went to go turn it off.

Maybe she's in her room..? I thought.

I opened her bedroom door.

"Mother? Are you awake?" I asked. I found the light switch and turned it on.

The horror I saw made me want to puke. I covered my mouth to prevent that from happening.

My mother was dead. Blood, covering her face. The window was broken and there was glass on the floor which made me assume someone had broken in.

I went back to the kitchen to try and get the phone, but before I could reach it, I fell to my knees and felt tears stream down my face like a never ending waterfall.

I've never felt such pain like this..why did it have to be her and not me?!

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing happened. Instead I just made odd sounds.

I began to calm down and slowly got up. I quivered where I stood. I grabbed the phone and dialed the police.

The person on the other line answered.

"What's your emergency?" He asked.

"I.." I could barely talk. This had never happened before. "My mother is dead..a..a break in I think." I replied.

"Okay, what's your name, kid? Where do you live?"

"Shota. My name is Shota Aizawa..I live ------- ------."

"Okay, we're sending someone your way." He told me.

"Thanks."

I hung up and put the phone back. I headed to my room.

There was a cat plushie that my mom had bought me when I was a bit younger. I clutched it in my arms. Tears continued to fall, not as uncontrollably, but still to a point where I couldn't stop them even if I tried.

"First dad leaves, and now mom is dead. Why is it my family that has to leave me all the time?" I spoke out loud.

I heard a loud knocking on the door.

I was scared to open it because what if it wasn't the police or an ambulance? What if it was a villain? What would I do then? Just erasing their quirk wouldn't be enough.

I opened the door a crack to see who it was. It was in fact a police officer with a medic behind him.

I swung the door open. Never in my life have I wanted to be comforted so badly.

The police officer gave me a hug. He could tell I needed one.

"We have a hero searching the area, okay? Can you show me your mom?" I nodded.

I felt like I was acting like a little kid. I'm in junior high for god's sake!

I threw my cat plushie on the couch and found myself standing in front of my mothers closed bedroom door. As I grabbed the doorknob all the memories of seeing her body came rushing back to me.

I covered my mouth with my hand, swung the door open, and ran away as quickly as possible.

The medic went to the police officer. They both were in the room now.

A pro hero arrived.

I didn't know who it was, probably someone that's not known very well.

"You okay, Shota?" The hero asked.

"I don't know, Sir. I just lost my mother, do I look okay to you?" I questioned him rudely.

"Calm down, kid. I'm only here to help!" He laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I retorted. I let my hair fly up as I activated my quirk. For now it didn't seem like there was reason to remove his quirk because he wasn't using it, but I was just trying to be intimidating.

The hero opened his mouth in confusion and disbelief.

"What's your quirk?" He asked me.

"Erasure." I replied quietly. "I can erase quirks, but my hair floats when I do it."

"Forever?" He pushed.

"No. As long as I'm looking at them. If I blink it stops until I activate it again."

"That's a cool quirk! You could totally make a good hero one day!" He exclaimed.

A hero..?