Lost And Found - (BNHA Dadzawa Story)

Part Five: Home

A smile bloomed on Miko's face, and she buried her face in his scarf once more. Aizawa patted her back and turned around the corner, on the way to his apartment. "You got a Quirk?", Aizawa questioned, his eyes flitting over to Miko's tail that was swaying in the air and to her horns that were pointed upward near the tips. She nodded her head, but didn't continue further. Aizawa arched and eyebrow. "And what would it be?" Miko grumbled, burying her face once again in his scarf. Aizawa rolled his eyes before gently jostling the girl. "Come on. I need to know if I'm going to keep you around."

"It's called Demon and Angel.", she muttered. Aizawa nodded his head, as if insinuating her to continue. With an overly-dramatic sigh, Miko continued. "It's hard to explain."

Aizawa shrugged, a slight smirk playing on his mouth. "Alright then, I guess you'll just show me at home." The girl groaned, something along the lines of 'Nooo...'. Aizawa smirked and lifted his empty hand to russel her hair as he turned around one more corner, heading straight for the high-end apartment complex near the end of the street. Miko's eyes widened at the building before pointing to it excitedly.

"Is that your home?", she asked, hiding the side of her face in his scarf. Aizawa nodded, rolling his eyes, as he walked through the front door, ignoring the reception lady's overly-bright smile and heading straight for the elevator, waiting for the group of people to leave it before entering themselves. Immediately, Miko sprang from Aizawa's grasp and explored the small space, examining the railings and buttons on the wall, not quite daring enough to press one.

"Floor eleven.", Aizawa supplied with a smirk, pointing to one of the buttons. Miko grinned and tapped it lightly, releasing a small squeal when it lit up. The doors closed and Aizawa ushered Miko towards a railing against the wall, and she grabbed it half-heartedly, not quite knowing why she should, until the small room suddenly lurched upward, causing Miko to lose her balance and stumble backward. Aizawa's legs blocked her decent, and he bent down with a smirk and placed her back on her feet. With a ding!, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Aizawa and Miko left the elevator, him bending down to hold Miko's hand as she skipped alongside him. He paused outside of one of the many doors, and Miko jolted to a halt beside him as he fumbled with the ring of keys in his hand, carefully selecting one of the many silver keys and sliding it into the door's handle. Miko watched with curious eyes as he twisted his hand, a soft 'click!' signaling the door's unlocked handle. Aizawa led her in first before turning around and closing the door. Miko eyed the apartment. It was...boring, to say the least. Barely any decor, practically no sense of interior decorating, and there was absolutely no personality. Miko didn't know this, though. All she knew was that she loved the huge window behind the couch that viewed the city, a large building in the shape of an 'H' in the distance. She grinned and launched herself toward the couch, soaking in the softness of the pillow beneath her head, stretching her body as far as it would. Aizawa smirked to himself before plopping down beside her.

"Now...", he began, causing Miko to halt her actions and glance at him, intrigued. He smirked down at her, arms crossed. "What about that Quirk of yours?"

a/n: I try not to make any 'author's notes', but I was curious what you readers thought of the story. I don't get to update often due to poor internet, but I want to write a story that will make you guys entertained/happy. Please tell me in the comments if you have any suggestions/questions for/about the story!

Sincerely,

Nacky