To Hold On

8

**Sara's Pov**

A loud beeping flowed through my ears making me want to cover them both, but it is not aloud. I was on something soft, how was I on something soft? I'm not allowed to touch soft things unless they are doing bad things to me. I don't like the things that they do to me. I don't want to deal with it anymore. I don't. I don't. I don't.
"Sora, please calm down and open your eyes, you're okay." A tired voice said quietly beside my head. My eyes flew open to see a bright white room. I looked all around me and beside me there was a man in all black that looked scruffy. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but curl into myself. Where was I, what happened? I was shivering. How did this man know my name did he bye me? I tried to get as far away from him as possible, but there was a bar keeping me from getting off the soft thing I was on. "You're okay now. Remember me I'm the prohero Eraserhead, remember?" He asked softly putting his hands up and backing away from me. A prohero? A hero here that most mean daddy was right they must have saved us. I looked around quickly noticing another man over by the door asleep on a chair. Who was he? Where is daddy? If they saved me they have to have saved him, or was that a lie? The man did look familiar, but daddy is no where in sight. He sighed reaching behind him. My eyes widened here comes the pain. He pulled something out and two cards and sat them on the side of the soft thing. They were his IDs. I remember now he, he saved me from the bad men. Still could I trust this man? He was nice to me before, but they always start out like this. He was gental and nice. Maybe this time the man won't be so bad. I nodded my head softly looking at him again. He let his face shine, I think he smiled into his scarf. He sat down on the edge of the soft thing.
"Okay," he froze like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what to say. "What so you remember?" He asked sighing.
"You saved me, but daddy wasn't there. You took me in big truck, and the lady she sticked the thing in my arm said no experiments, and funny man in black box." I signed thinking over everything that I could remember.
"Okay, good that black box is called a phone by the way. You are in a hospital, and that lady was Recovery Girl." He paused letting that sink in. Hospital? Daddy told me about those, said some of the same machines they used to experiment on us, would be there, but they wouldn't be there to hurt us but help us instead. "You are going to be okay now." He said softly. I looked at him. He looked nice, and he was really warm when I laid on him before I wonder if that would be okay again, since I am already breaking all the rules. I slowly moved closer to him hopeing that he would let me. He briefly glanced at me before holding his hands up. "You can come cuddle if you want." He said gentaly supprising me. I carefully crawled over to him and climbed into his lap. He was warm and he felt safe.
"I'm going to have to ask you some hard questions and I will have to have a polive detective in here for it when your ready." He said quietly moving so that he was all the way on the bed. Daddy said they would ask questions and told me how to answer them. I nodded my head not wanting the main to leave me, the main was nice.

**Third person Pov**

Around thirty minutes after Sora woke up she let Aizawa know that she was ready to answer his questions, but asked him not to leave her. He agreed worried about the young girls and sent Detective Tsumauchi a text message letting him know he can come in. Only seconds later a knock sounded on the door startling Sora. "Come on in." Aizawa called out. A tall man with short black hair walked into the room causing Sora to hide into him more. "It's okay Sora, this is Detective Tsumauchi, Naomasa of the Musutafu police force. He is here to help ask you questions. His quirk is called Truth he knows when someone is telling the truth or not even if they don't know that they are lying, and since you are so young it helps us know if you were confused or not." Aizawa explained softly which caused the girl to peak out at the man, before looking back up at Aizawa.
"Can he stay away? I'll answer the questions, but can he not come close?" She signed with shaking hands.
"I'm fine with that if it makes you more comfortable little one." Tsumauchi said from the other side of the room grabbing a chair that was next to the sleeping Yamada, and sat down. Sora nodded her head in thanks. "Okay, I am ready to start if you are. Do you know your full government name?" He asked looking at Sora.
"My dad called me Sora."
"Okay, and your last name?"
"I don't have one. I'm just Sora."
"Okay, do you know how old you are?" He asked nodding and writing down her answer.
"I'm not sure. Papa told me they brought me around 20xx, and I was just a new born, but he wasn't sure when my birthday was, and I am not sure what year it is."
"That would mean you are around seven years old, and who brought you to your dad?" He asked startled by the answer the girl had given him. The girl shivered at his question.
"Master and the bad men."
"So young know there names?"
"Only masters, but I wasn't allowed to speak it, they called him All For One, but his last name was Shigaraki." She signed out her ears going flat against her own head as her eyes began to dart around the room. The detective dropped his pen his own eyes widening looking at the girl.
"A-are you sure it was all for one?" He asked urgently knowing exactly who the girl was talking about the worst villain that Japan had seen yet and the nemesis to All Might himself. Sora nodded her head. Aizawa watched the interaction concerned. "I need to call All Might in on this one." The detective said standing suddenly. Sora jumped and hid herself completely into Aizawa using the covers from around them to make herself invisible.
"What's going on? Why do you have to call him in?" Aizawa asked getting very defensive over the pup.
"That man, All for One, he is the one that almost killed All Might, he deals with cases involving him. He is a really dangerous villain." The detective said before stepping out into the hall. Aizawa felt the words like they were cold knives on his heart. What had he gotten himself into? What about the poor girl?