"No, no. It was a pleasure meeting (Y/N). It was no trouble at all. In fact..." Izuku's mom was saying. I held my breath and paused for a few seconds to hear what she was going to say.
"... I would like to arrange another playdate for them."
My heart ached at these words. She actually wanted me to play with her son!
"Well, now aren't you just an angel sent from above. It would be my honor to have them play together again one day. And excuse me for being so rude, but what is your name?"
"I'm Inko Midoriya, and this is my son, Izuku Midoriya."
"Splendid!" Hayle exclaimed, forced joy dripping from her voice. "And may I have your number so that I can contact you?"
"Of course! Here." Mrs. Inko replied.
I felt like I was walking on air. I smiled so hard that it hurt my cheeks.
I ran up the stairs to my room as quietly as I could. By the time I got there, I knew that Mrs. Inko had already left. I plopped down on my bed and turned off the light. I was about to close my eyes, but a pair of orange ones stared at me in the wall.
"Ahhh!" I yelped as I nearly fell off my bed. It was Hayle and her "All Seeing" Quirk. In reality, she could see through solid objects at anytime she wanted to.
Her eyes gave me a stone cold glare and an ominous voice came into the room.
"You better go to sleep, darling. You have school the next day and you will not be visiting your friend. Do you understand?"
I adjusted my body and looked away from her eyes. "Yes, Mrs. Hayle. I understand."
"Good." She replied as her eyes faded into the wooden wall.
In frustration, I took out a small, indigo colored notebook with a broken pen and wrote the words, "Big Meanie Hayle."
This notebook was special to me. It was given to me by my father on my fifth, and last wonderful, birthday. Inside, I "wrote" (mostly drew) all about the people I met. There was a picture of my mom on the front with blond hair and green eyes. Next to it said, "#1 mom." My dad was on the next page with black hair and silver eyes, the kind that matched mine. His page said, "Best Dad."
On the other pages were other people I had met, but Hayle's page was constantly under construction. She went from "Bad Lady," to "Stinkface" to "Big Meanie Hayle." Of course each page had a bunch of misspelled sentences, bit this was my way of coping with my emotions.
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Sleeping that night was impossible, even for a five year old.
I had gotten up at 6:30am and the bus was going to arrive at 7:00am. I went to the dining room and sat alone on a bench. I ate plain cereal and ignored the snickering of other children.
I got dressed and ready for another day of school, the only place I could escape to without punishment. As I passed by to the front door of the orphanage, I looked at Hayle's desk, tilting my head in curiosity.
In the overflowing trash bin, there was a phone number.
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My Neighbor, Deku
Fanfic(*Slow Updates*) You are a child born from a powerful villain and a popular hero. At the time, you are five years old and attend a local elementary school. Unfortunately during this time, your parents die tragically in a speculated, intentional...
