NIGHTMARES [Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x Reader]

2

"Name: [First name] [Last name]

Age: 15 years old

Gender: Female

Quirk: Nightmare

Affiliation: None

Government Records: None"

Aizawa had heaved another sigh as he read the contents written on a small plate placed on the reinforced door of the facility. He was already shocked by the fact that the child had been detained for a decade now but to know that it was a she was something he did not hope for. Yes, he was reluctant to house in a girl but he had no say in the matter now. All he needed was to do the job he was assigned to.

When personnel from the facility came, they had unlocked the 1 mega ton steel door and led Eraserhead inside. There he found the young girl with [long/short] [color] hair with a [small/tall] stature. She was hugging her knees on what he had assumed as her bed which was horizontally placed across the room. Her face was being hidden under her bangs so he couldn't quite make out how she looked like from afar. The men who had let the pro hero in had left and locked the door behind him for safety precautions. He guessed that they had fully trusted his capability of erasing the child's quirk right before she could use it against him. Aizawa could only eye her from where he stood so he decided to advance a few steps.

"I'd advice you to not come any closer", a weak voice came from the child. Just by hearing her say these few words, it became obvious that her voice was a bit parched and hoarse. It was almost the same as hearing someone talk or speak for the first time during an early morning.

The pro hero did not reply and instead took a few more steps. He could see the girl flinch as the sounds of his footsteps bounced off the white walls of the isolated chamber. He stopped about an inch away from the side of mattress. The child's back was pressed against the wall as she hugged her knees tighter. Her body was tense and trembling.

"Please go away! Y-you could die if you come any closer!", her voice was monotone yet it sounded like it was full of remorse and regret. It was too obvious that she had gone through  a lot of  difficulty and to gain her trust this late in the game sounded like a gamble. But they couldn't afford to let her get consumed by evil especially with a quirk as special as hers.

"Don't worry. I'm not like the others. Your quirk won't affect me", Aizawa stated with an equally monotone voice. If he wanted to earn her trust immediately, he had to get straight to the point. "My name is Shouta Aizawa, a pro hero. My quirk allows me to erase another person's quirk just by looking at them" It was a bland introduction but he had to get his point across. The man then shoved his hands in his pockets and waited for a response.

Aizawa's explanation had managed to gain the girl's attention. She slowly lifted up her head to look at the man. Her complexion was fairly pale, same as the wall behind her and he could clearly see how thin she actually was. Like him, her eyes had bags under it but not as bad. The one thing that caught the pro hero's attention most was how her eyes told him everything. Her [eye color] orbs complimented her face beautifully , it could mesmerize any man. But beneath that was something entirely different. It was like her eyes seemed so hollow and out of life.

She also wore a silver collar which was loosely placed around her neck. Apparently it was a last resort countermeasure if ever she went out of control and started using her quirk unconsciously. The collar-like device would inject a powerful drug that would sedate her for the next few hours to calm her down. Aizawa bit his lower lip, disgusted at the thought. He understood that it was a dire measure so they could handle her but wasn't there another more humane way of solving it?

"Have you come to dispose of me?", she asked. She was also studying the man before her. His bloodshot eyes that resembled fatigue itself, his tall stature and the way he looked at her. Although she couldn't quite make out his entire face because of his scarf, she could deduce that he indeed was different from all the other people she had encountered before.

The unfamiliar man shook his head no before uttering another word.  "I've come to take you home [name]"

Her body shifted and her knees were brought down. She leaned forward but stopped. Memories came flashing inside her mind. Memories of when she was first brought to the facility many years ago. Her hands grabbed a fist full of the sheets, she was gritting her teeth and her body tensed up even more. "No!", she shouted. "You're lying! There's no way you can erase my quirk. Now get out before... before I..."

Her body began to quiver as tears fell from her eyes like rain. She was afraid. After 10 years of isolation, there was no way that she could be like any other normal young teen. An eerie tension was in the air. This was bad. A dark and almost evil aura began emanating around her frail body. He could feel fear take over him, like his body was being grounded by an intense gravity. Before anything bad could happen, Aizawa activated his quirk. His dark orbs turned into a bloody red, his messy raven hair  seemed to defy gravity and the cloth which was wrapped around his neck came to life. The aura that surrounded her dissipated in a matter of moments. Her eyes which were tightly shut seconds ago, began to open and look around. There was nothing. 

"W-What...?", she looked back up at the man. Is this a dream?, she asked herself. Yes, it had to be a dream. She wanted to believe it was. She went out of control again and the sensation she was feeling now had to be the effects of the drug.

"I told you. I can erase your quirk. Don't make it any harder for the both of us, [name]", there was a slight irritation in Aizawa's voice. He wasn't planning on activating his quirk since he forgot to bring his eye-drops with him (which he left at the teacher's lounge). But it was needed for the situation.

"[name]...?", she muttered. Oh yeah... that's my name. It had been such a long time since she had heard anyone address her by that. Every time anyone had entered, she was always referred to as it which made her question her existence as being human. But to have this stranger look at him straight in the eye and say her name without giving it any other meaning felt... right. 

"Can I... trust you?", the pro hero's eyes widened a little. He had managed to get through to her even just a little.

"Of course"