Mommy Issues [Genshin|Mha]

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Four| Shota's Strays

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It took over an hour for Shota Aizawa to get the irritable teen out of the alley, off the street, and into the police station to be questioned. In the end the raven haired man realized force and intimidation did not only fail to work on the mysterious stray but make him laugh as well.

So he turned to bribery.

At first he believed such a thing to be below him as a grown man but he quickly reevaluated that thought when 46 minutes in he had made no progress whatsoever to coax the boy to follow him to the station down the block.
Finally after almost giving up it dawned on the pro hero that cats can be bribed and so can teenagers. So he tested a few things till he landed a hit. The boy wanted a favor to call in at any time. In hind sight it didn't seem very pressing but as Shota dragged the short boy down the street he started regretting his decision.

Which now brings us back to the present. Where Wanderer is sat under the hideous bright lights of the Musutafu police precinct in front of Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. The man sat opposite of the immortal with a gentle smile on his tired face. He was clearly trying to be welcoming enough to get the boy to talk. However, he was only met with a blank faced teen who was staring into his soul.

"What's your name?"

No answer.

"How old are you?"

Eye brow quirk.

"What's your quirk?"

A shrug.

After about ten minutes Noamasa gave and called Aizawa back in from behind the glass and muttered something to Wanderer and suddenly he looked a lot more incentivised to answer the basic questions.

"Ok so let's try again ok?" A polite smile was plastered onto the detective's face but it was clear he was fed up. It was truly a gift to bother a man known for patience.

With a small nod the started questions back up again.

"How old are you?"

Wanderer paused considering the answer. Technically he doesn't age so physically he was maybe 15. He decided that answer sufficed because 500 and counting most likely wouldn't be taken too well.

"I'm 15."

Truth
Naomasa wrote that down and went to the next question.

"What is your date of birth?"

If he was being completely honest he didn't know and she didn't make him over night so he genuinely didn't have that much of a clue. So he shrugged non committedly and muttered a simple I don't know.

"What is your name?"

And the questions kept getting more troublesome. With a huff, Wanderer began thinking. Nahida had taken to calling him hat guy which he doubted he could use, then traveler and his flying thing called him somethings completely different for some reason he couldn't recall the name. He called himself Wanderer at times, but he considered that name not wise either. Lastly he decided he rather sit and listen to the noisy ginger of the Fatui yap about battle than name him Kunikuzushi.

So he settled for the easiest name.

"Scaramouche."

True

"Last name kid?" The detective asked curiously caught off guard by the odd foreign name. He looked Japanese but he began to consider possibly being incorrect.

Scaramouche shook his head no and the quickly moved to the next question keen to finish faster.

"Where are you parents"

The purple haired immortal went somewhere far away for a moment to contemplate. His eyes were dull. Duller than they've been in a long time.

"I don't know."

He didn't consider Nahida his parent he was 500 years old for Celestia's sake! On top of that he rather not think of her either, he was in a far off world unaware of a way home or he could go... home. Sumeru was a very long way away. He couldn't recall when he began thinking that was home and chose not to dwell on it. So no he didn't know where his mother was.

"All we're done."

Eraserhead came back in and had a hushed conversation with the detective till they both turned around and in a gruff finalized tone the man in black spoke.

"You're gonna stay with me for a while kid."

Well Scaramouche was about to see a lot more of Shota Aizawa from now on.

"

Well if you insist. I guess I have no choice"

With crossed arms the immortal walked out of the interrogation room. The heavy sigh from Eraserhead was heard all the way out the door. They're ready to start their chaotic life together. Shota just hoped the boy didn't hate cats. Belle was waiting at home.