Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Prologue

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Izuku was four when he met EraserHead.

It wasn't really a good way to meet, since he saved him from the burning down orphanage he were in; carrying him from piles of charred, burnt wood and the smell of smoke in his nose.

He had expected the kid to kick and scream in his arms, wrapping him tightly in his grasp so he won't have any chance to make a fuss.
EraserHead was already annoyed from the lack of sleep, along with the fact he had to do an emergency rescue of an orphanage brimming with at least six hundred children. He didn't need a screeching child to make his lingering headache worse.
He had decided to make it quick; but, the "pain-in-the-ass-fire-Villain" had made things harder for him, using the last of his energy to generate more sweltering heat just to burn the already charred building down, debris falling from the ceiling along with fire dancing around his soles.
Smoke was increasing, his vision darkening and his eyes getting irritated from the thick ashes the house belched out with a rumble. He held on the child tighter, afraid that even one slip up could cause the young one's life.
After all, every life in worth protecting, no matter how hard it is to save.

He blinked, looking at the final corridor, jumping and dodging the falling ceiling, his thick bandages knocking the building's remains out of his way to help him.
His right arm stung from a chunk of burning wood that fell on it, scalding his skin to a likely first degree burn.

He ignored it though, covering the kid's nose and mouth with his shirt so he won't choke on the burning heat.
He looked down at the young kid when it made a slight twitch, clearing his throat from the feeling of cloth being shoved down his lungs.
He ducked under the rubble, closing in on the door- before ramming his shoulder into it.

The sudden smell of fresh air made EraserHead cough, the house behind him still spewing clouds of ashes and whatnot.
He felt lightheaded, his mind spinning a bit before he cleared his mind and loosened his grip on the kid.
The shelter behind him rumbled, just once, before it collapsed and broke down.
The flames have fully engulfed it now, burning brightly and illuminating the dark sky like a lantern.

The wind tussled his hair as he looked around, seeing ambulances, police officers, fire fighters, and some mid-tier heroes assisting those who have been rescued.
A bunch of children has already been transported to another shelter; judging by the tire scratches etched deeply in the muddy ground; leading outside the clearing.
Aizawa silently thanked the fact that the orphanage was a mile away from crowded areas; which means no damaged property. He spotted a low-tier water hero trying to stamp out the flames on the poor brushes and trees. Well, at least just a bit of damage.

The shifting body that he was cradling made his movements stutter, eyeing the youngster with a rather bland look on his expression; well aware that children preferred heroes who had bright smiles on their faces.
But he was still dead tired, and it was kind of an excuse to be grumpy now.

The moment his eyes landed on the child, he froze.

The surge of eerie-calmness made him flinch when two, big doll-like eyes stared up at him; showing patience that is not supposed to belong to a small child; rather, an adult.
His throat got somewhat caught when the kid's dark and murky green eyes became fixated into Aizawa's, the subtle curiosity made him bristle a bit.
Maybe, it was just his imagination, but he swore he saw something electric behind those bright orbs.

The mop of green hair had a stench of honey and smoke, making him sniffle and scrunch up his nose.

Something about this kid wasn't right.

———-

"So you're telling me, a majority of these kids will be taken care of by US heroes.. Including. Me?"

Aizawa's voice was strained thanks to his clenched jaw, looking at principal Nedzu.
Normally, he doesn't question anything he does; having no point in it. Once Nedzu had his mind on something, he'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. He knew this from being a friend (Acquaintance?) with him for three years. He had seen the talent in his mind, and Nedzu wasn't a stranger to being called a genius. And if he made a decision, no matter how rough around the edges it was, Aizawa begrudgingly followed his orders.

Midnight, Best Jeanist, and All Might were standing beside him, hands respectfully tucked behind their backs. Well, except the R-Rated Hero; her hands on her hips, cocked to the side in a relaxed manner.
All Might stood stiffly, shoulders high up like he was expecting an attack any moment. Best Jeanist was still looking like the prissy well-mannered bastard he was with his pointed blue eyes staring intently at Nedzu, unflinching.
Although he had his stoic face on, Aizawa imagined that he was still nervous in the Principal's company.

"So!," Nedzu broke the silence, making Aizawa's drifting thoughts vanish into thin air. He was still jumpy.
He hopped off the seat he was in, waving a paw in the air in a dismissive manner, as if clearing his own thoughts.

"Aizawa, I'm giving you responsibility of this special kid in this group. Be sure to be careful of- er, with him. Kid's quirk is kind of dangerous, but he doesn't seem much of a hassle. I'm sure you could take him."