The Kitten Hero ( Neko Deku/Dadzawa)

Comfort

Izuku's pov

I jumped off the hobo's lap and ran into a bedroom. 'No no no no no no no no, what am I supposed to do' I thought to myself. I decided that I should just change back and ask for my clothes. As I changed back I mentaly cursed at myself forgetting that green smoke appears when I changed back 'Now I'm definitely not going to get my clothes they'll throw me out with nothing' I worried

"C-Can I have my c-clothes back," I said, peeking my head out of the bedroom.

"O-oh of course little listener" I could tell he was a bit shaken up as he handed my clothes to me. I quickly put my clothes on and ran out to meet the two people. I looked at the ground and said "I'm sorry for what I did. You can punish me now."

Aizawa's pov

What did this kid just say?

He's talking about getting punished, but he's just six. I decided to speak up and say "What do you mean get punished."

"S-so you're not going to punish me for coming into your house."

"No it's not your fault it's mine, I picked you up and brung you in here" I said in a soft voice showing that I'm not a threat to him. The little boy started to cry, so I looked over at Hizashi for help. Hizashi just gave me a confused look, and before I could think about anything I was already hugging this tiny boy.

Izuku's pov

I started to cry as soon I heard that I wasn't going to be hit or kicked. I think the hobo guy thought I was crying for a different reason because a pair of arms pulled me into a hug to calm me down.

It took awhile for me to calm down but when I did the hobo man started talking to me.

"Are you feeling better now" I simply nodded my head. "Ok can you tell me why you were out on the streets." Hearing those few words made everything I forgot about hit me like a bus. " I w-w-w-w-was kicked out o-of my house a-after i scratched my f-father." My ears flattened on my head as I broke down sobbing as I remembered that I would have nowhere to go.

____Time skip Brought to you by a sad neko___

I wiped my tears away with my hand, as I got up to get my backpack to go to the streets.

"Where are you going?"

Oh I forgot about those guys. "I'm going back to my house" I quickly replied. I mentally cringed at calling the streets. I ran out the door before they could ask me where I lived.

I wonder if I'll see them again

(451 words)