𝑨𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑨 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

in cold light

He found it one day, tucked far and deep inside a dark alleyway. A little...creature. Personally, he wasn't an animal person, but seeing this pathetic little thing cower at the sight of him made something within him...ache. Its fur was matted and dirty, and he couldn't even figure out what colour it was. It hissed and backed away every time he approached it. No matter what he did, or how slight his motion was, it wouldn't allow him to get near.

So he crouched down, far enough for it to not be on guard, and stared at it, wondering if there ever will come day when it will approach him of its own free will.
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The weather changed. His favourite season arrived, and with it came unparalleled heat he thrived in. The blinding sun from high above, the warmth of the breeze...all of it was perfect. He would change nothing, except perhaps get rid of every other season. What else was there to want? He didn't have to worry about being cold this way. He didn't mind the heat, or the unsavoury things like sweat. He didn't mind anything.

All that mattered was that the coldness was gone.
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When a message from Midoriya lit up his phone, he turned it off.

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Aizawa was out, so he was left alone in the apartment. Alone. With nothing to do, he left his room and went into the living room, only to sit on the couch and turn the TV on. Mindlessly flipping through the channels, he lowered the remote once he found something interesting, albeit his interest didn't last long.

As he sat, leaned against the back of the couch, his mind wandered off. He was...set to leave soon, wasn't he? Shipped off into a foreign country to be used by those who cared not for him. He wondered what it would be like, living there. There was little he knew of that side of his family, and now he was supposed to live with them. Closing his eyes, he breathed out, before he took out his phone and went onto Google.

Quickly typing in the search bar, he pressed on the screen.

A news article popped up.

THE OWEN FAMILY, ENGLAND'S LARGEST CONGLOMERATE COMPANY, LOSES HEIR IN FREAK ACCIDENT

He clicked on the article.

In an unfortunate series of events, the Owen family had suffered extreme loses one after another.

After the death of William Owen, whom suffered from heart failure, his only son, Peter, lost his own life in a chain reaction car accident, involving more than a dozen people, including his own fiancee.

Honouring their century old tradition, the only ones who could succeed the family were male heirs. Now the Owen family was left without one.

Beneath the text, there were pictures of the ones who lost their lives. As he zoomed in, the grip he had on the phone grew tight. Right there, on the picture, was a man who looked like a spitting image of his father...yet they were not the same person. In the end, it really was true, wasn't it?

He was the sole remaining heir, other than his father.

Turning off the screen, he threw his phone to the other side of the couch and leaned his head back. He stared up at the ceiling...and wondered why he was in this situation. Why him? He was...content with his life. He was content with the life he had before his father got involved again. Even though it was a life far away from perfect, he was...content, wasn't he? He never complained. He did what he had to do. He took care of his mother the best he could. He...went to U.A. because of her. He wanted to...become a hero so he could take care of her, till the rest of her life even, no matter if she got better or not.

But now all of it went to hell.

His father came back. His mother was killed. He was taken in by his teacher. He-