Little Angel

Aizawa is the Best Dad

Izuku closed the front door as quietly as he could, and then attempted to safely make his way to his room without being noticed. He had assumed it wouldn't be hard considering his parents didn't seem to care about his whereabouts, at least not until now.

"Izuku."

Izuku jumped, fear rippling through him as he shakily turned around to face his fuming father.

"y-yes."

"Where have you been. Don't think your mother and I haven't noticed that you've been disappearing more often lately." His father's cold, intimidating voice echoed loudly through Izuku's head.

He shivered and wrapped his little arms tightly around himself as a weak form of comfort. "I...I..." Izuku stuttered, his heart pounding with fear.

"I...I." His father mocked, his hands on his hips. "How pathetic. You can't even speak properly."

Izuku felt tears form as he shrunk away from the anger that radiated off his dad.

"I'm s-sorry." Izuku replied softly, a tear falling to the floor.

"As you should be." His father growled, taking a step closer. "You horrible, disobedient child."

Izuku cried out as his father harshly grabbed his arm and shook him.

"We do so much for you, and this is how you repay us?" His father sneered. "We've saved you from becoming a monster. Do you have no appreciation for that? We keep you alive despite knowing what you are, and then you proceed to run off to who knows where for an undisclosed amount of time without telling either of us."

Izuku was now full on wailing as his father twisted his arm, his burn from earlier flaring with pain.

"Please, p-please let m-me g-go!" Izuku whined, attempting to free himself. "It h-hurts!"

"Answer my question!" His father roared, raising his hand to strike him.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" Izuku screamed, tears pouring down his cheeks as he panicked. He didn't want to get hurt again so soon. He wanted Keigo or Dabi. Anyone. He wanted someone to save him right now. He couldn't handle this anymore. "I d-didn't mean to! You didn't s-seem to c-care, s-s-so I thought it w-was o-okay."

"You thought it was okay, is that your excuse?" His father said, tone lowering dangerously.

"Uh, h-huh." Izuku gulped, his eyes red from crying so much and his arm aching painfully in his father's death grip.

"Is that so." His father began to laugh. "You know what this means, right?"

Izuku shook within his father's grip, and kept his eyes glued to the ground. "Y-y-yes."

His father grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him. "If you were better maybe you wouldn't have to feel pain like this all the time. You know this is your own fault, right?"

Izuku nodded, and cried as he awaited his punishment. He didn't have to wait long to feel the sting of his father's punches.

>*<

An hour had passed, and Izuku was now lying on the ground, his body aching and burning with pain. He hiccupped from crying so hard for so long. Why did his parent's hate him so much? Was he really such an awful child? He really wanted his big brother's to come and save him, but he knew he didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve kindness or good things. He was a monster. Right?

Izuku tried to get up, but ultimately failed, falling back to the ground. He groaned as he kept trying to stand up. After a few minutes, he finally managed to stay upright. He wiped the oncoming tears from his eyes. He didn't deserve to cry. He deserved this, didn't he?

Izuku stood up and walked out the door into the night. He couldn't stand to be home right now. He wouldn't stay out long, he just needed to be somewhere else. He needed to think.

He didn't get too far before a white scarf wrapped around his waist, effectively stopping him from going any further.

"Hey kid. Where are you going at this time of night?" A familiar gruff voice asked from behind him.

Izuku turned around to see Eraserhead, the hero who had taken him home that one night a few weeks ago.

"Eraserhead?" He inquired softly, his voice hoarse from all the crying.

"Oh hey, kid. I remember you. You were that kid who was crying in that alley, right?" The man walked closer.

Izuku nodded.

"Are you okay?" The man asked, concern clear in his voice as he continued walking closer. "You don't look to good. What happened? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Izuku shook his head vigorously. "N-no...I'll be fine."

Eraserhead was now standing right in front him, kneeling down to his height.

"Can I touch you?"

Izuku hesitated before nodding.

The man gently took Izuku's face into his hands and examined him carefully. "You're hurt."

"Mhm."

Izuku sighed as he leaned into the gentle touch. He almost began crying again just from the pure kindness this man was showing him. This was what he had needed after the severe beating he had received from his father.

"It's okay to cry." The man said softly, carding his fingers through Izuku's wild curls, pulling him close.

So Izuku did cry. And he cried. The man just kept running his hands through his hair, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

"It's okay, kid. I'm here now and I won't let anyone hurt you. You're safe now."

Izuku clung to him tightly. "Th-thank y-y-you."

"Let's wrap those wounds, shall we?" Eraserhead suggested quietly, waiting for confirmation from Izuku.

Izuku nodded, and watched as Eraserhead patched him up using the first aid kit he kept with him.

After about thirty minutes, Eraserhead finished and look up at him.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Y-yes." Izuku replied softly, hugging the man. "Th-thank you. You have no i-idea h-how much I n-needed this."

The man smiled at him. "I think I do." Then his expression turned serious. "Who did this to you?"

Izuku knew he shouldn't have, but he did. He lied. "I-I was going for a w-walk, e-even though m-my parents told me n-no. Someone a-attacked m-m-me." Izuku cried. "It h-hurt. I just wanted h-him to s-stop!"

"Shhh...shhh..." Eraserhead attempted to soothe the crying boy. "It's okay now. Can I take you home?"

Izuku almost shouted no, but stopped himself just in time. "Y-yes. Th-thank you."

The man stood up. "Can you walk?"

He nodded, grabbing the man's hand. He noticed the man flinch in surprise and almost pull back, but he didn't. Izuku smiled. He felt safer this way.

>*<

After dropping off the kid at his house, Aizawa still felt unsure about the whole situation. There was something that he was missing, something important, but he didn't know what.

One thing he knew for sure was that he needed to keep a close eye on that kid.