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➵IT HAD been a week since Aizawa broke the news. They were still looking for a foster family, presumably one that actually wanted to take me in. I knew I wasn't really the ideal child, but I could only hope that a family would be found soon.
Over the past week, I had found myself getting to know more people. While Bakugou and I hadn't gotten that much closer, I got along well with his friends. Even though I remained quiet a good portion of the time, they were all very accepting of me. I had spoken to Midoriya quite a lot as well. He offered to help me the day after I spoke to Aizawa. Since he had his notebook, he did his best to fill me in on the quirks of our classmates so I wouldn't be as left behind as the others.
I sat quietly in my cell, reading over one of the American books Present Mic had gifted to me. I felt at peace as I entranced myself with the fictional world. I had enjoyed reading since I was a young kid, it was a form of escapism to me. No matter what kind of situation I found myself in, reading always kept me from the harsh reality of things.
But my attention was pulled away quickly when a symphony of taps came from the metal bars. I noticed a guard giving me a bored, slightly annoyed look from the other side. "You've got a visitor, let's go."
Who comes to visit you? It's probably Aizawa. If we're lucky maybe he found a foster home for us.
I followed behind the guard with my head down, just like every other prisoner. The only thing that separated me from them at this point was the lack of cuffs, which I only got the privilege of experiencing two days ago.
I entered the visitation room and lifted my head, slightly shocked by the familiar face. "Uh– Midoriya. I didn't expect you to be here." I sat in front of the smiling greenette, confusion flooding over me. "What are you doing here?"
He chuckled softly as a light blush arose on his cheeks. "Well, I came in here the other day to see if there was anything I could do to help out your. . . situation," He started, anxiously fiddling with his fingers. "And I found out I could bring you some stuff. So I got you some essentials, and brought a few pairs of my clothes. It's not much, but I figured it would be better than what the prison offers."
I looked at the small box full of clothes and essentials, my eyes wide. Midoriya stared at me nervously as my gaze was glued to the box. I was speechless. No one had done something like this for me since my parents were alive. I couldn't bring myself to respond.
"If– If you don't like any of it you don't have to keep it. I just thought–"
"No, Midoriya. It's not that. I just–" I cut myself short, my lips parted as words formulated in my mind. "This is new to me."
His head tilted, confusion prominent on his features. "What? Having someone care for you?" He asked, seemingly hoping his words didn't sound rude.
"Yeah," I replied shortly, unsure of what to say next. My eyes met his just barely. He urged me on silently, seemingly interested in my words. I had yet to properly open up about my past to my peers, just the thought of this felt odd.
