"Eyepatch" BNHA Various x Emotionless!Reader

II

   It was about an hour's drive from the station to the house you would be living in from now on.
As soon as you stepped inside, you noticed it was surprisingly empty, like it only had the bare necessities. Everything was mostly monochromatic, and there wasn't much in the way of interior decorating, but even so, it somehow felt much less depressing than your old house. 

The first day of living with Aizawa was quiet, one might even say awkward. Since neither of you were exactly what one would call "conversational" people, it was hard for the two of you to communicate, not to mention he had no idea how to talk to a kid like you in the first place.
When you had arrived home, he sat you down and tried to explain as gently as he could what was going to happen moving forward. He told you that, in a few days, you could go back to the house to pack up all your belongings and that he would enroll you in a new school. He asked you if you wanted to attend your parents' funeral. You said no. He didn't pry.

"So, uhm, is there anything you enjoy doing?" He asked after a few minutes of silence, hoping to start a conversation. You looked at him, confused.

He sighed. "You know, what are you interested in? Games, sports, any cartoons you like?"

The truth is, you had no idea how to respond to that. There were lots of things your parents said you had to do, and there was plenty you were good at. You excelled in math and science, you've had tons of quirk training, you even dabbled in archery, but you didn't feel anything about those things. You were neutral. Poorly socialised, abused, and sheltered in the worst way, you were quite literally a blank slate. You didn't exactly have a very enriched life as a seven-year-old girl.

"...I don't know." You said quietly, looking down blankly at your lap. Aizawa hummed.

"That's okay," he said, picking up the remote from the wooden coffee table in front of you, "I'll just put on a movie, if that's alright."

You were about half an hour into "Inside Out" when Aizawa turned and looked at you, who was completely captivated by what was playing on the TV. He knew everything wasn't quite alright. He's had to save plenty of children whose mother and father just didn't make it, and none of them acted the way you did. If the various scars and healing bruises on your body told him anything, it was that something happened to you involving your parents, he was sure of it, but he knew you weren't ready to talk about it.

Feeling his gaze on you, you took your eyes off the television and turned to look at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat.

He knew better than to ask.

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You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, wrapped up in fluffy cotton sheets. You had fallen asleep somewhere in the middle of the movie and Aizawa carried you up to the guest bedroom.

You blinked as warm light filtered into the room through the blinds, and you could hear birds chirping just outside the window. Groggily, you pulled the blankets off of you and swung your legs over the side of the bed. This was late for you, you usually woke up early in the morning when it was still dark.

Descending the stairs, you saw Aizawa sitting in the kitchen with a mug of what smelled like coffee. 

Ah, that's right. You were living with this man now, werent you? Noticing your small form standing behind the railing, he lazily swiveled around in his seat to face you.

"Good morning," he said, voice gravelly, "did you sleep well?"

You nodded, walking down the rest of the way and choosing to sit in the seat next to him at the counter.

"I found a school I think you might like. It's not too far from here, so you'll probably be able to take the bus." He looked down at you.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?"

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When it came, your first day of school was... interesting, to say the least. Many of the other kids dragged you into group activities and wouldn't stop asking you questions, like "what's your favorite colour?", "what's your favorite food?", "Do you like cats?" "What are your political views?".
Well, you supposed it was better than being completely ignored.
Not to mention this angry blonde kid wouldn't stop screaming the whole day, and he was honestly starting to get on your nerves. You couldn't believe you had to see him again tomorrow.
You guessed it wasn't all that bad, but boy were you tired. When the end of the day rolled around, you were more than ready to get out of there and go home.

Home?

Ah, I guess so.

Slipping past your teachers, you began walking along the parking lot of the school when a familiar sleek black car pulled up in front of you. Confused, you cocked your head to the side, slowing to a stop.
You watched as the door on the driver's side opened and Aizawa stepped out.

He looked over at you. "Hey, kid," he said, walking around to the other side of the car and opening the door for you, "hop in, let's go."

Hesitating for a moment, you step forward, tossing your bag in the back seat before climbing in next to it and buckling your seatbelt.

He asked you how your first day was and what you thought of your new school as you drove, humming and nodding as you quietly answered.
You gazed out the window, watching the cars and houses pass by, leaning back in your seat, fiddling with the zipper of your jacket. It was nice to not have to walk home alone again.

Aizawa cooked dinner for the two of you when you got home, and you were grateful. You remembered how your parents always used to say that you'd have to make everything yourself, otherwise you wouldnt get to eat at all. This was so much different than how you were treated before. The whole day, Aizawa didnt ignore you at all and he didn't hit you even once.

That night, you curled up on the couch and watched the rest of "Inside Out", each of you holding warm mugs of honey tea.
Aizawa had fallen asleep by the time the credits rolled and you were beginning to feel a bit drowsy yourself.
Staring into your empty cup, you hesitantly leaned over to rest your head on Aizawa's shoulder.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, a strange kind of warmth spread through your chest. You had only been with this man for a few days and already you felt like you were home.