Accept No One's Definition Of Your Life, Define Yourself. (MHA x Reze reader)

"I dropped a cup"

Aizawa turned the lock on the front door of his apartment, blocking himself from the outside world for a while.  His apartment was mostly empty because filling your living space with junk that you barely even used was irrational to him.  His outfits were all identical or at the very least indistinguishable from each other because clothing for him focused on practicality and comfort rather than aesthetics.  He took off his capture weapon and his utility belt; the day was now over and he could relax for a bit before his patrol.  He grabbed a packet of nutrient jelly from his fridge and quickly downed it before heading over his desk to turn on his laptop.

Even though it was irrational, he found his mind kept wander to his conversation with the girl in that cafe in the quiet part of the city.  It was a peaceful area so he'd definitely go back there when he had time to take his mind off the hero world.  The girl's story did let his curiosity get the better of him.
'She's never been to school?  Can't imagine how hard that must be for a girl of her age' he thought as he found himself opening his laptop.  He didn't normally resort to the internet to find information about someone but he did remember how she said that Japanese wasn't her first language, that meant she was probably a foreigner.  After all, her name, Reze, didn't mean anything specific in Japanese so it was probably a name from a different country.  He opened the internet and typed into the search bar:

In which countries is the name Reze popular.

What he found surprised him, according to the figures, Reze was a common name in France and the Russian Federation. This meant she was most likely from either of them. He closed down the search engine and powered off his laptop before he could delve further. Trying to find information that probably would not be available went into irrational territory and Aizawa had patrol to worry about in the evening and teaching the next day.

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BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

Green eyes slowly fluttered open, a hand raced out from the comforter laid out on the futon, touching the off button on the clock.  A groan was heard as the blob shifted from under the sheets, rising up to form the shape of a human.  Reze felt the dull weight of her body as she slowly pulled herself from a groggy stupor.  With a soft groan, she pushed up against the futon and pulled herself upright.  Arms stretching towards the white ceiling, her mouth involuntarily opened as she inhaled the air deeply. Reze rubbed her eyes, hair a mess from the night's previous activity of sleeping as she looked around with a dazed look.  Rubbing her heavily lidded eyes, she moved slowly from her futon as she let out another yawn, a hand fiddling with the cold metal of the now exposed grenade pin in as she made her way to the bathroom.

On the other side of the wooden door that led to the bathroom was a sink, a toilet and a shower. Between the sink and toilet was a thin cabinet that held medicine, pills, a few first aid kits and a few other things that weren't stashed in the mirror medicine cabinet stationed above the sink.  Along the wall to her right were built in shelves where she had placed some towels, toilet paper, extra shampoo and conditioner and a basket to carry everything to and from the bathroom when she returned to her apartment from her early morning exercise. On the floor was a pair of ultramarine blue fluffy slippers that she bought when she first arrived in Japan. Grabbing her toothbrush, she placed mint flavoured toothpaste on the brush and began to brush her teeth.  Green eyes watched her reflection as she moved about to begin her day as she thought back to everything that had happened over the last month.

So far she was loving her new life of freedom, she may not have been able to go to school but she was learning new things everyday.  Most kids her age wanted to be heroes for whatever the reason, noble or not.  They were what she called 'City Mice'.  They lived very dangerous yet fulfilling lives and got to experience the most exquisite things everyday.  Reze wasn't like them.  In fact, she wasn't like them at all.  She'd never had what could be considered a normal childhood.  What she longed for was a peaceful life away from the ruckus and conflict of the wider world.  She was what she called a 'Country Mouse'.  She had no desire to be a hero which is why she was a waitress.