Depend Quirk - Beginning

12.

— Midoriya! — the black-haired man ran inside. He knew he shouldn't act like this, but for some reason, his emotions were making themselves felt. He didn't want to admit it, but he had become attached to the boy.

— Don't worry, they're still alive. — he heard the boy's calm voice. Izuku sat across from the front door in the trashed living room. The men who broke into his apartment were tied up and unconscious on the couch.

A moment later the police arrived. They interrogated the green-haired man who described the entire incident, Aizawa handed the men over to the servants and was left alone with the boy. Izuku was sitting on the floor, staring at the broken photo. The TV was smashed and lying on the floor, the curtains were torn, a picture fell from the wall and broke, and a vase also broke, spilling all the water on the floor. Aizawa turned to the boy who was staring blindly at the photo. He sighed heavily and walked over to him.

— You did a great job, kid. — he said, crouching down next to him. He wasn't sure what he should say. He heard from the police that these two were involved in kidnappings and robberies on commission, and he also learned that, according to Izuku's testimony, they were probably the perpetrators of his mother's death. Which was only complicated by the fact that the man didn't know how to behave around this kid.

Izuku was silent for a moment, just staring at the photo that always stood in the living room, taken three months before his mother died. — I've lost control of myself... — he said under his breath, lowering his head. He was scared of himself, the truth was he almost killed one of them. — They said she was naive to believe her... and they killed her... — Izuku again felt an unpleasant force inhibiting his negative emotions, he hated this feeling. That his quirk inhibited his emotions, that he couldn't feel what he wanted. He felt angry, sad... but his face was calm.

— What do you mean? — Aizawa asked uncertainly, rubbing himself against the boy. The aura that surrounded him calmed his nerves and not peace, it was... strange. Aizawa only knew the surface of the case and didn't know much about his mother's accident, the cause of death, or how she died. Izuku remained silent, closing his eyes and hugging the photo to his chest.

— My mother was their hostage, When they managed to escape, they pushed her into the road and she was hit by a car... — his voice was calm, too calm. This only irritated him more. He wanted to be able to vent, to throw out the emotions that were suffocated inside him. Aizawa sat down next to him, surprised by what he heard.

There was a silence between them, it wasn't awkward, well maybe not completely. Aizawa didn't know what to say or do. Should he comfort him? Left alone? He had no idea, and the fact that the boy didn't look like he was going to say anything else didn't help. — It's dangerous for you to live alone... — he sighed, deciding to continue the conversation. The fact was that they did not know what these men wanted from the green-haired man whether another attempt would be made, and of course who ordered them to kidnap him. This did not please the black-haired man at all.

— I already told you... — he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead, into the distance, without any specific goal. It looked a bit like you weren't looking at anything, but at everything in front of you at the same time. — I have no one except my dead mother. — That wasn't entirely true, he still had the Toga, but he had no intention of telling the hero about it.

Aizawa sat in silence, thinking for a moment. — This may sound weird, but... — Izuku looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The man seemed confused and unsure of what he was trying to say. It was true that Aizawa didn't know where this idea, this thought came from... But something inside him told him that it might be a good idea, that maybe... Maybe they both needed this, someone. He sighed, took a deep breath, and looked the boy in the eye. — Maybe you would like to live with me? —