Forgotten

Cared for

It was only now that I had the bunny in my hands and petting it that I remembered it. How could I be so oblivious until now, no, I was ignorant. All the food that I got were actually my favorite food which he couldn't know before so how? How did he know?

Then he also brought me a bunny which was actually one of my favorite animals. This was the reason why I had bunny ears on my hero costume. I loved how small, fragile, cute as well astrong they are. 

Me: You... You did everything for me?

Aizawa: Yes.

Me: I.. *sob*

I couldn't helpt it. It was the moment I heard what he said to me. Up until now I thought this was all because it was his responsibility but no it wasn't. He did this because he wanted to help me as a person leaving aside who I was.

Me: *sob* Thank you.

Before I knew what was going on, he hugged me and didn't let go of me since I was crying. It was such a nice guesture and the warmth I felt coming from him. He felt like a father now to me. I lost the close relationship I had with my mother so feeling someone hug me this geniently made me cry even more.

It took me a bit more time to calm down. It might even be hours or so it felt to me. The moment the dam broke I just cried and cried. However I wasn't the only one crying. I knew he was hugging me and he was trying to stay strong and so on but I felt it and heard it. My Teacher and my sensei was crying. 

We actuall cried like this and stayed like this in silent apprecienting each others wamrth and feelings.

Only after we had enough, he let go and I looked at him. The bunny was at my side and nuddging his head against my hand until it got below it and stayed there.

Aizawa: Kid, I never knew... I should have been there sooner. I am sorry.

Me: I.. You came. That's what matters.

Aizawa: I was late.

Me: No hero can on time allways.

Aizawa: But-

Me: I am getting better and you are carrying for me so thank you.

Aizawa: I.. of course I will care for you Izuku.

Me: I lost all hope when they got me.

Aizawa: It's fine if you don't want to talk about it.

Me: No, it's fine.

Aizawa: Really problem child, if this is to much... it's fine. I will be there when you are ready.

Me: No. You have to listen to this.... please.

Aizawa: Alright.

This was how I told him what they did to me. I mean at first it wasn't bad and I had the will to go on but I also told him how they started to break me, how I stopped feeling pain and how they were making sure each time that I would be ablive and not dead. It was like this that I survived. The only thing that was keeping me going on was the slim chance that someone might safe me. It wasn't hope since I lost it but it was that feeling I had that I could still find a way to escape and get out of there. Only with time did I realized that I was too weak for that and that was when I gave up.

When I was actually done talking with him, Aizawa placed the bunny in my hands instead of me petting on the side line. 

The fur really calmed me down and it seems that the teacher really realized that too.

Aizawa: I am so sorry porblem child.

Me: ...

Aizawa: I should have been there and there is no excuse for it.

Me: It's fine.

Aizawa: It's not and no matter what you say, it won't make it better.

Me: ...

Aizawa: Anyways I wanted to ask you about your mother if that is fine because we couldn't get a hold on her.

Me: ... She moved to another city once the dorm system was established.

Aizawa: You have anyone here family wise?

Me: No.

Aizawa: Then it's decided. You are coming with me from now on.

Me: Huh?

Aizawa: Problem child, you are not alone remember. 

Me: ....

Aizawa: I am taking you with me and you will live in my house.

Me: HUH!

Aizawa: Please accept this.

I wanted to say no but I felt more than happy not to be alone anymore so I just accepted it. It really felt nice to have finally someone to take care of me and not only that but I enjoyed the conversation as short and serious as it was. It didn't felt forced and that was what I really liked about it. Not only that I knew he would take care of me.