Lost And Found - (BNHA Dadzawa Story)

Part Four: A New Beginning

The squealing sound of tires is what woke the girl. It was a common sound in her part of the city, but the jarring sound exploded in her ears, causing her to lurch awake. She quickly tapped down her body, smiling to herself when she heard the soft crinkle of the plastic bag. She yanked it out of her jacket and gobbled down the salty goodness that was potato chips. As the final chip slid down her throat, she smiled softly, patting her stomach playfully, as if she were actually full. Her thoughts flitted to the man from the night before. Why would he help her? She wondered if he would do it again. Shame immediately followed that thought. He already helped once. Don't pressure him to do it again.

With a small, adorable yawn, she stood up and stretched her arms. A new day has arrived, the rain has gone, and the weather somewhat warm. She walked out of the alleyway, glancing left and right, before freezing. A familiar form was lumbering closer, green-wearing man yawning as he walked closer. With a slight gasp, she stepped back into the alley, pressing her back as far as she could into the wall. She turned around, starting to walk the other way, before something stopped her. An iron-like grip on the back of her collar stopped her steps, and she yelped slightly as she turned her head back, staring at the tired-looking man from the night before. He had a surprised expression on his face, hidden behind a tired expression.

"What are you doing out here?", he asked, releasing her collar with a small spin, forcing her to turn around and face him. She avoided his piercing gaze, shrugging slightly. He glanced around her, eyeing the small, make-shift shelter that was her few blankets. He sighed and crouched down, an unsure look on his face as he looked at her. "Is that your...home?" The girl nodded. He sighed once more. "Have you not heard of these things called 'foster homes?' Or 'homeless shelters?'"

She nodded, kicking her foot absentmindedly. With a slight groan, the man scooped the girl into his arms in one fluid motion, startling the girl. She yelped and gripped the scarf-like material around his neck. "W-W...Wait!", she muttered. The man arched an eyebrow at the first words he'd heard her speak. She looked at him, confusion plastered on her face. Her face softened as she spoke. "W-Where are you taking me..? " At this, the man paused. He scowled and held her with one arm, causing her to tighten her grip on his clothes and scarf, reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. A few seconds later, the phone was ringing in his ear.

"Hey. Hizashi.", his voice mumbled, exhaustion plaguing his sound. She cocked her head.

The girl winced as she heard the louder one's response. "Hey, man! What's up?!" She covered her ears. Aizawa arched an eyebrow at her response but continued.

"I've got a girl-"

"YOU FINALLY GOT A GIR-"

The girl snickered, covering her mouth this time. He rolled his eyes and started walking out of the alley, smirking slightly at the girl. "No, you moron, a kid. There's this kid that I found and she's got no home. Can you take her?"

"Haven't you ever heard of foster care?", the man dubbed Hizashi responded. The tired one scoffed with an eyeroll.

"Shut up and answer the question."

There was a beat of silence. "Sorry, Shota, I can't. With UA, my radio show, and hero work, I won't be able to take care of a lil' kiddo." For once, the man's voice seemed softer. The girl looked to the ground, subconsciously leaning her head on the tired man's shoulder. The man, Shota, stiffened slightly before relaxing once more with a sigh. "Why don't you take her, man? I already know that you have a bunch of freetime-"

"I'll choose to ignore that insult."

"So watching over a kiddo should be a piece of cake!" Shota glanced at the girl that was resting her head on his shoulder, meeting her wide eyes, a smile on her face after listening to their banter. She looked hopeful. His heart melted at her expression, and Shota tried his damndest to keep a poker face, only to fail miserably as a smile melted onto his lips. He sighed and spoke back into the phone.

"Fine." The girl released a tiny squeal of joy, ignoring the fact that they were practically strangers and wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her face in the tape-like scarf. The man stiffened once more before patting the girl's back. "Yeah, yeah, I know.", he muttered, a slight smile on his face. "Name?"

She paused. "M-Miko. Y-You're Mr. Shota, right?" He smirked before repositioning her on his arm, holding her against his hip as he walked down the sidewalk.

"Yeah. Shota Aizawa."