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[02] Temporary Home

"This is... food?"

You blink, examining the strange item sitting on the plate in front of you. It's made of several components, and when you hesitantly take it into your hands, it starts falling apart.

Aizawa frowns as he helps you hold it together. "It's a burger. Have you never eaten one before? Sorry. I wasn't exactly sure what you liked."

You don't even know what you like, so it goes without saying that he couldn't possibly know either. But your stomach keeps grumbling loudly, demanding to be heard, so you figure there's no harm in giving it a try.

Aizawa watches, somewhat mesmerized, as you clumsily cram the burger into your mouth. Granted, you're just a kid, and kids are notoriously messy eaters, but there's something about the strange way in which you're doing it that just doesn't sit right with him.

It almost looks like this is the very first meal you've ever had.

"Burger," you mumble breathlessly. Crumbs and sauce are glued to your face, and you turn towards Aizawa in disbelief. "This is so... so good."

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckles. "Go ahead. Eat as much as you want."

You certainly don't need to be told twice, and you haven't yet learned what it means to pace yourself, so you chow down without a moment's hesitation. Each bite somehow tastes better than the last, and you're relieved to find that the painful, unpleasant feeling in your stomach is slowly fading away.

Aizawa rests his chin on the back of his hand and keeps watching you eat, but truth be told, he's more so scanning you over from top to bottom.

You're a little girl. He can't place your exact age, but perhaps you're about six years old? Regardless, you are far too young to have been roaming the streets unattended until a creep snatched you up. It's possible you were separated from your parents, but so far, you've made no mention of it.

And then, there's your appearance. More specifically, the clothes you're wearing. If you can even call them clothes.

You're dressed in nothing more than what appears to be a thin sheet, similar to a hospital gown. Your feet are completely bare, too. No shoes, or sandals, or anything else. Do most kids run around outside without shoes on nowadays? Aizawa can't say for sure, but it seems strange.

Everything about this situation gives him a bad feeling, and the way that you're desperately stuffing your face-as if you haven't seen food in a long time-doesn't help either.

You make quick work of polishing off the burger, and once you're done, you look back at him expectantly.

"I think I'm still hungry," you say. "Can I have another one?"

"In a bit," Aizawa promises. "But first, I was hoping you might be able to answer a few questions for me. To start off, why were you all alone? What were you doing before that man kidnapped you? Do you remember?"

"I was just walking," you reply.

"Alone?"

"Yes. Can I have another burger now?"

"Sorry. Just be a little bit more patient. A few more questions, and then I promise I'll get you another one." He laces his hands together and leans across the table slightly. "Who were you with up until you went outside? I just want you to try retracing your steps so that you can give me a better idea of what happened."

Up until you went outside...? Well, you suppose he must be referring to the brief time you spent with Dr. Garaki.

"I woke up," you say simply. "And there was this man. He didn't tell me his name. But he hurt me, so I left. I didn't want to stay there anymore."