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A/n:
How about we all pretend that I wasn't gone for 5 weeks, yea? Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter! :D
Warning!!!: I'm just going to put it out there, this chapter will contain the topic child neglection, if you are uncomfortable with that, please just skip over it and read the Summary for that part at the beginning before the story actually starts.
If you are ever experiencing any neglection or know of someone who is being neglected by their parents, please talk to someone! You're not alone and you don't have to be alone! You are loved, and if you don't believe that, just know that I care about each and all your being!
Now that you have been warned, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Key:
f/d/b - favorite dog breed
fur/c - fur color
d/n - dog name
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SUMMARY:
Summary:
The person who interrupted Y/n thoughts was Aizawa and he talks with her as she vents out on how her parents aren't spending enough time and she has a sense of felling that she's starting to lose everyone again. Aizawa comforts her and offers his cell phone number so that she can talk to him if needed and walks her home.
END OF SUMMARY
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"That's some strong language for someone like you, kid."
Hearing that mocking and cold voice, I spun around, ready to face whoever seemed to have been taunting me, but there was no one there. Turning around and scanning the area around me, it was deserted. Where was that voice coming from?
"Up here, kid."
Looking up, I saw a man hanging from a lamppost. His long black hair covered his face as he wore a black outfit and a scarf that was wrapped around his neck. A pair of yellow goggles rested on his forehead and his eyes glowed red as he stared at me.
Aizawa Shota, otherwise known as Eraser Head.
As I met his red eyes with my e/c ones, I shivered as a cold wave of fear washed over me. He gave me a piercing gaze that made me feel like he could see right through me. I never thought that meeting Aizawa would be this intimidating, not only was he a teacher at U.A. but he was also a pro hero, and not to mention his quirk. His quirk seemed to be even more scary in person.
"Oh, um, hey. What's up?" I asked, trying to sound calm so as not to let my inner fangirl out.
He jumped down from the lamppost, landing on the ground like a cat; gracefully in a way that made sense but didn't at the same time.
He then got up and started to walk towards me with his hand on his scarf, ready to use it and his quirk if necessary.
"Shouldn't you be home by now? It's late and your parents might be worried." He said in a low voice, his eyes scanning me for any signs of a potential threat.
I tried to act casual, but I couldn't help but feel small under his gaze.
"I'm pretty sure my parents won't care." I said, feeling a surge of guilt and anger towards my parents. Well, mostly my mom.
The older man seemed to have noticed the tone in my voice, or the hurt in my eyes, because he then let his guard down slightly. He now stood in front of me, about three and a half feet away from me, waiting for me to continue.
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