Aizawa x Child!reader (Chainsaw man)

The Outside World

Aizawa, who was peacefully sound asleep, got a blaring phone call at 8 am in the morning.
"Hello? Who is it and what do you want? It's my day off." He spoke tiredly. Rubbing his eyes, he sits up, making one of his cats move.
He suddenly stops.
"A kid? Where?" He hurriedly gets up and tries to put on a shirt while on the phone.
"I'm on my way." He hangs up and gets ready faster, already heading out the door of his bedroom.

You sit in the police station, still as a board. A greenish rag poorly covers your body. It looked like a shirt at one point. Your eyes dart back and forth, watching everybody's moves. Your eyes are covered by your long, unkempt, and dirty hair. A policewoman watched over you and tried talking to you earlier, but you just stared at her, with big and innocent eyes. Another cop turns to the female cop and says,
"He's on his way. Does the kid want anything to eat or drink?" He looks at the woman cop, who shakes her head no. The dude turns back around to a monitor and continues working.

Your memory is terrible. You don't remember anything other than the morning the cops came into the cell. They wrapped you in a thick and itchy blanket, lifted you out, and ran out to other cop cars. Your eyes were closed, as one of the cops carrying you told you not to look at anything until he told you. You followed the order until he threw the blanket over your head, blocking your view.
There were so many noises that you tried to cover your ears, too, but no avail. You just shut your eyes again until you appear in the station, now waiting on a mystery man.

Aizawa walked in in an autumn coat, and his usual outfit of black, his scarf hung tightly on his neck, to appear natural.
"Shota Aizawa, I was called here about a kid?" He asked the front desk lady to where she points to you, now looking at the ground. Aizawa walks towards you, careful in his footsteps so as not to scare you. You continue looking at the ground as you hear him get closer. He kneels down to your level as you shyly crouch your shoulders.
"Hey, it's alright. No one's gonna hurt you anymore." He said so softly to you. You heard his voice, and it muted all the voices and sounds around you, focusing on his voice. It sounded so sincere and gentle, and..... caring.
"What's your name, kiddo?" He continues, eager to find out what happened to you.
"I-I don't know... sorry." You say timidly, fidgeting your hands nervously. It was difficult speaking to someone new after everything and unsure what to do. Aizawa gives a small smile.
"That's OK, as long as you're alive and well, that's what matters. We can work on the name thing another day, why don't you come with me? I can take you somewhere safe." He tells you, laying out his hand for you to take. You hesitate. Did you really want to take his hand? He seems so nice.
You lay your hand slowly onto his and felt his fingers wrap around your hand, guiding you out of the noisy police station. You turn to the nice cop lady and waved goodbye.
"Bye, Miss....um..Cop lady!" You said before following Aizawa. The cop blushed a bit, then smiled and waved back.

The outside was bright, a bit too bright, and made you cover your eyes.
"What's that bright light?" You ask Aizawa, who turned with a brow raised.
"You mean the sun?" He asked, concerned.
"Is that what it's called? I've never seen it before." You lowered your hands to look at him. Pure shock was on his face as you said that. You were just curious about everything now, and bright eyes showed through your hair. Aizawa was speechless. How could you never have seen the sun before? This was weird.
"Um- ok, so my name is Shota Aizawa, kid. I'll be taking care of you until we figure out what happened. Mind telling me about those scars?" He asked.
"Wha- oh, I don't remember some of them, I want to remember what these hatch ones are on my neck, though." You gesture to the vertical hatch-like scars on your neck (like how grass looks). Aizawa was stoic, but internally, he was questioning your mental health.
"Those are pretty bad. Do you want to cover them up for now? I have a spare jacket."
"Um, yes, please." You said. Aizawa took off the coat he was wearing, then a sweater, and handed you the sweater. He then helped you put it on over the rags. It was big on you, considering how skinny you also were.
"Nice and warm?" He asks, still kneeling. You nod with a small smile.
"Good, let's get you something to eat." He stood up, putting out his hand for you to grab. You grabbed it through the sleeve of the giant sweater and continued walking. There were people walking around with weird features and looks, making you question Aizawa.
"Why does everyone look weird?" You ask quietly, unsure if it was a bad thing to ask. Aizawa heard and understood what you meant.
"Well, everyone, or.. almost everyone has something called a quirk that makes them either look or act in a special way, " He answered confidently, leading to a small restaurant.
"What would you like to eat, kiddo?" He asked, grabbing a menu for you and him. You look at the piece of paper and look up to him, "I can't see what this says. It looks like squiggles to me." Showing him the words. He widened his eyes in surprise at you, saying you couldn't read. What could you do?
"Hmm, well, how about I order for you now, and then we can work on that a different day?" He said. You nodded and hummed, feeling your stomach rumble loudly. He chuckles at your body's reaction.
The food is ordered, and on the table, it all looks mouthwatering to you as you wait for Aizawa to allow you to eat. Aizawa raises a brow and tells you; "you can eat, yknow?"
Immediately, you stuff your mouth full and chew fast. It's a miracle you don't choke. Under 5 minutes, your plate was clean, aizawa barely touched his food before worrying about if you were fed at all within a few days.
"Kid..." He looks pitifully at you before calling a waiter to order some other dish he knows.
"Could you eat this next food a bit slower, kid? I don't want you choking."
The next dish came out a few minutes later, and it was a bowl of curry and rice, a meal even heroes can't eat fully because of how filling it is.
You grab the spoon and follow what Aizawa said about eating slower. The flavor was amazing and made you take your time on finishing the bite. Slowly, the bowl emptied, and soon enough, only about a quarter of the food was left. Aizawa laughs and says to himself; "works everytime."
You burp loudly and cover your mouth. "Sorry..."
Aizawa giggles silently and tells you it's ok before bringing out his wallet and paying for the food.
After leaving, he takes your hand again and walks you to his apartment nearby. As you're walking, you look around everywhere to take in the sights. It looked foreign to you, so you stuck to Aizawa's side the whole time.
A very tall building came into view, and it made you look in question.
"What's that?" You ask.
"An apartment building, it's where I live most of the time. It's where I sleep, eat, and relax." He opens the front door and takes his keys to his number door, then unlocks it.
"Hi, kitties! I'm home! Who's hungry?" He loudly talks into the home. A few cats come up meowing and rubbing up against his legs.
You see the cats and ask what they are.
"These are called cats. they love food and sleep." He bends down to pet them. They then run to the food bowls and meow. Aizawa then takes out a bag of tuna and opens it. The smell reaches the front door, where you are. "Ewww, that smells gross." You say, scrunching your face at the stench. Aizawa smirks, then compliments your sense of smell.
"That's quite the nose you got there. I can't smell it." He pours the tuna into the bowls and lets the cats eat.
"Let's give you a bath, get you nice and clean." He continues, gesturing you to follow him. You follow him whilst asking him questions.
"What's a bath? And where do you sleep? And why can't you smell the fish?" You walk where he is and see him smile slightly.
"Well, a bath is something that makes you clean, I sleep in a bed, and you might have a special smelling sense, or your nose is sensitive to specific smells." He helps you get out of his sweater and the rags you wore, finally showing all your scars. He slows, and his face turns pitiful.
"Oh kiddo..." There is a scar covering your left foot, then a bunch of scratch marks going up the leg. On the other leg, uniformly spaced dot scars appear like a handprint. Going up, there's a big vertical slash on your side and small scratches littering your chest. The hatch-like ones cover your upper wrists and needle marks in your elbow creases. Same hatch-like scars cover your neck. And thin cut lines on your chin.
You don't know why he's looking like that at you, so you tilt your head curiously towards the bathtub.
"What's this thing?" You said, hovering over the edge of the bathtub, turning your back to aizawa, revealing whiplines across your back. He almost cried at how much damage there was physically.
"Um, that's the bathtub, where you get clean. Here," He turns on the water, "see how it gathers up? Why don't we add bubbles?" He gets some soap and adds it to the water, creating bubbles. Your eyes widened with wonder. You carefully stepped into the water and slowly sat down, the soapy water enveloping you. You giggle and look at Aizawa, who smiles softly at you, before scrunching up his sleeves and puts soap on his hands.
"Close your eyes for me, please." He says before scrubbing the soap into your dirty hair. Literal dirt came off onto his hands as he scrubbed softly. He eww'd silently before getting a cup of water and rinsing your hair.
It was like that for a few minutes before he got a loofah and started scrubbing your back.
"Can you do what I'm doing to the rest of your body? Or do you think you got it?" He leans to your face. You grab it after he's done and slowly trace it on your body, leaving a trail of bubbles.
You start doing it yourself until you think you got everywhere, and then Aizawa helps rinse.
The water was now a light brown, from all the dirt removed from your body. He drains the tub and wraps a warm towel around your body before picking you up.
"Let's get you into some proper clothes, I have a few clothes that might fit you, tomorrow after my work, we can stop by the doctors office, and get clothes for you. How does that sound?" He asks, looking into your eyes, which were filled with curiosity. He widens at your eye colors, noticing your heterochromia.
"You have some pretty unique eyes there, never seen those before." He said as he pulled out a medium shirt and sweater from a box in his closet. You hum a 'thanks' as you watch him put the clothes down. He takes the towel and dries your hair, putting it in a braid bun. "We'll also get you a haircut if you want." He says as he's finishing it up. You smile in the mirror and see your own eyes for the first time in a while.
Your left eye was (e/c), and the right one was orange with red rings around the pupil. You put your hand up to touch your face, almost to see if it was real.
Aizawa watched as you looked in the mirror, curious as to what your life was before you met him.
He puts his hands on your shoulder, taking you out of the trance you were in.
"Let's get you dressed, ok, kiddo?" He said before getting the shirt on you, then the shorts and socks, and the sweater. You shiver in the warmth of the sweater and close your eyes in content.
He laughs at your reaction and pats your head. You flinch slightly, not used to the contact.
He notices and softens his face.
"Oh kiddo, I'm so sorry what happened to you. You're gonna be safe from now on, ok? I'll make sure of it."

You're gonna be ok