Curtains Drawn

A departure

Aizawa had seen enough suicide attempts in his lifetime, but never has he seen a boy, a child, so heartbroken and scared because he wanted his family to be, what was the word he described it as? Happy?

Aizawa looked down at the jade haired boy and skimmed his small, frail form. 'Does his family give him the right nutrients he needs? From what I see it seems like they don't.' He thought. His form could be seen at a small, café like restaurant counter, next to a small boy with a bowl in front of him, slouched and tired looking.

"S- sir? Um... Mr. Aizawa, sir?" Izuku softly said, his lips sticking together at the ends because of the constant biting, and occasional, lick of lips. It was a habit of his that the younger boy really should have gotten rid of, even his mother thought so.

"Yes Izuku?" Aizawa replied in a calming, still tired tone. He knew not to make sudden loud or triggering words, and actions, around the small boy. With a glide of his hand his body was brought up from a slouch, to a proper sitting position.

"I was, well, I was wondering... If I could ask what this was called again...? O-only if its okay with you!" The young boy said quickly, Aizawa looked at him weirdly.

"Its katsudon Izuku...? Have you never had it?" He questioned, with a specific tone only a father could have, one that was almost stating the obvious to a baby, a child.

"I... Im not allowed to eat like my mother... When, when I am its only small meals... I don't like whole meals anyway, sir...?" He finished, looking up at the homeless looking man. Eyes wide like a deer that noticed their fawn has strained away from them, a certain emotion making its way into his dulled, but still poisinously vibrant, jade eyes. Fear.

"Izuku...", Aizawa trailed off, the young boy starring like he was a soldier about to be given orders. "Do you like it...?"

Izuku was ripped from his soldier like trance and widened his eyes. Aizawa, the person who risked him dieing was asking him if he liked it.

"I... I really do..." He said softly, quietly, almost to himself. Tears rolled down his plump cheeks and down along the edges of his jaw.

Aizawa was startled to say the least but, something in him, something buried deep under all the hero nonsense, and all the tired, ' I don't give a fuck ' attitude, his inner father was screaming to hug the boy desperately. So he did.

"Izuku, listen to what im about to tell you. I can give you a place to stay while your parents are away ? Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind staying... With me?" He said, grabing Izuku at the simultaneously, and pushing him tight against his side.

"I... A- Aizawa! W-wha! I mean it would be amazing... B-but I shouldn't be staying with someone so nice..." Izuku trailed off, his eyes glossy and dotted with little stats of fat tears.

"Izuku, im being serious. Please, I see that your a good, no, brilliant, kid, and I want you to live up to your potential... I want to see you smile like you did when we walked off of that roof together. You deserve it, honest."

Izuku couldn't believe what he was hearing. ' He wants to see me smile? But can't he just ask that? Wait, he said like the one when we left... Does he mean a genuine one...? I... I guess I could try, its the least I can do for him since hes done so much for me." He looked up at the man and nodded.

"Well, if you agree, then you can call me dad from now on... Izu..." The tired, black clad man said, scratching the base of his neck, arm awkwardly stationed in mid air.

" I... I guess so Mr-... Dad...zawa.
?" Izuku said, his voice barely suppressing a heartbreaking, body racking, heartfelt sob. Aizawa moved his arm that layed limply on Izuku's shoulder the entire time, and brought it up to the top of the jade boys head, ruffling his hair, " Lets go now, theres someone I'd like for you to meet now that your a Aizawa."