If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

21

I sat in a room in the social worker's office. There was a distant talking from outside. Aizawa sat in a chair in the corner of the room.
The social worker was outside of the big window with blinds. The room reminded me of a hospital office.
The only parts of the conversation I could make out were anytime someone used S in a sentence or word.
I usually can make out any conversation.
"Aria, stop trying to eavesdrop," Aizawa said, startling me from my focused position.
"I can't even hear what they're saying," I replied.
The door opened and the social worker along with two people walked in.
A man and a woman. No other kids. Maybe they're at home.
I turned around and sat correctly in the chair.
"Aria, these are the people adopting you. Their names are Kal and Lana. They'll take great care of you"
I nodded.
I don't like talking to people that I'll have to live with for probably the rest of my little life.
"Aria, introduce yourself," The social worker said.
"Um- my name is Aria and I'm eleven years old. I'll be twelve soon though. I played clarinet and I was in our state's college band. I also like to draw and write," I introduced myself.
"Well hi there, doll. Aren't you the cutest thing? Oh you'll be perfect for our family!" The mother said.
"Honey, give her a break, she's probably traumatized"
"Oh nonsense, trauma builds character!"
I looked at Aizawa, and he looked back at me.
I stared at him with wide eyes, and he stared back a look that said " I don't care "
"Aria is an extraordinary kid. She's nice, she's smart, and you can actually ask her what she wants to be when she grows up, and I'm sure you'll be surprised" the social worker advised.
"Well, sweetie?" The mom asked.
"A diagnostician," I said.
"That's a big word for someone your age!" The dad said.
I sighed, disappointed that someone else said that.
"Aria has trauma from recent events. She has a few disorders that we would like to make aware of" Aizawa said.
"I have PTSD and Anxiety disorder. I also have hemophilia, " I answered.
"Yeah yeah, we'll guide her through all that, but what's her quirk?"
"I-" I looked down.
"Aria has a demon that protects her. We also have reasons to believe that her quirk is almost non-existent, due to the amount of trauma and injuries she's had"
The mom sighed disappointingly.
"So she's basically quirkless?" The dad asked.
"I might be Im-"
"Aria still has a quirk, she just can't use it as long as she has been before everything happened"
"But what happened?"
" I was stabbed"
"That's it?"
"She was stabbed, and has had attempted murder happen on her multiple times. She-"
"So?"
"Attempted murder on a child can create many different issues"
"But she's barely a child anymore!"
"She's eleven, she is still a child until she turns thirteen, and she is still a minor until she turns eighteen"
"That doesn't mean anything! She's got the intellect of an adult, why can't she be considered one?"
"Because she's not actually an adult"
"And who takes responsibility for everything that's happened?"
" Stop fighting!" I said, annoyed.
" Honey, I'm defending you from this homeless man that shouldn't even be here!"
"He's a pro hero! He's fine!"
"Ma'am, please calm down"
"I will not! You're probably the one that did everything to her!"
"It wasn't him! It was a group of teenagers who didn't like me!"
"Stop defending him!" She yelled. "He's not a hero!"
"He's my hero"
They all stopped in their tracks.
"He saved my life the first time that I was stabbed. He helped me get an arrow out of my shoulder! He helped me with everything!"
" Aria, please stay out of this"
" No! I can't stand you guys fighting!"
"Aria, do you need to step outside?"
I stood up and pushed my chair in.
"Honey, I think you're confused"
"I'm not fucking confused!" I said.
"Aria!"
I started to feel lightheaded.
I tried my best to keep on my feet.
"On second thought, I think I do need to go outside"
"Aria, you look pale, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just feel a little lightheaded"
"Aria, come with me"
I followed the social worker outside of the room and sat down, my back against the wall.
"Aria, you're going to be okay. You just need to sit down. And please, call me Daz. It's my nickname"
Daz left the hallway and went back into the room.
I could hear Aizawa and the other woman fighting.
"What else is wrong with her? It's obvious she has some issues other than PTSD and Anxiety"
"We don't know"
"What do you mean by" You don't know?"
"She's not from here. She's from the US. She randomly appeared here five weeks ago"
"So you don't know what other disorders and neurological shit she has?"
" No ma'am"
" We care about safety"
" Then what is she allergic to?"
" Dead leaves and kiwi"
"And you know her better than anyone else here?"
"That's probably correct"
"Then what is her favorite food?"
"Spaghetti"
"What's her favorite color?"
"Red"
"Goddamn"
"Honey, isn't this a bit much?"
"NO!"
Daz walked back out with a bottle of water.
"Here, you might be dehydrated"
I opened the bottle and took a sip.
"Thank you"
"Do you want to go back in?"
"Yeah"
I stood up and started walking with her. I still felt lightheaded. I felt more lightheaded than before I went outside.
"Daz," I said.
She turned around.
My eyes closed.