Chapter 11; Purple Haired Friend

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...Aizawa's POV...

As soon as I saw this home, I felt something off. "So this is where you ran off too, Chikako (N/N)." I walked up and knock on the door, when she answered the door I saw this defense and darkness in Chikako eyes. She quickly apologized and closed the door, I listened to shuffling inside the small home. Something about her made me pity this child, she hid a closet of secrets in her own mind. I wasn't planning on probing it for the information but I'd been keeping an eye on her from the start of my suspicion.

As we talked a felt the sorrow and weight to what she said, then her words struck me, "He's only 13 Mr. Aizawa." I was surprised that this child was raising her younger brother and still found time to follow her own dreams. It was too good to be true, but I wouldn't question it... not now at least.
"I see you're concerns but it is for your safety, maybe we could sort something out to have your brother live on campus." I think aloud and her eyes grow wide, she looks down and starts to think things over.
"You have yourself a deal, Mr. Aizawa. If my brother comes along and lives with me I'll move in, if not. I can't." She says looking towards the front door.
"I'll talk with Principal Nezu." I stand and glance over a duffle bag in the corner of the kitchen, barely visible.

I pay it no more mind and walk to the door, I leave the house. I see a younger looking girl walking to the home, she held a black trench coat and a small backpack. Her dress soiled of oils and smuck, she gave me a side glare before pulling out a key and opening the door herself.

...(Y/N)'s POV...

I sat on the couch as the door opened again, I sigh. "You shouldn't be lazing around, ma'am! I have your coat all fixed up and knives buffed and polished! Also, in light of your inevitable betrayal of the hero's planned or not, I thought maybe a few hand grenades would come in handy!" She smiled proudly sitting on the floor riffling threw her backpack.
"So you came all the way here to give me explosives?" I laugh a little, amused.
"Yes, andddd the boys sent me to get the pay checks for this month. Plus to say hi, since you wanted to spend more time with your bro." She says looking up at me, "which no one blames you for!" She trails off, "but Ander is getting a lot of job request now, since the "Hope" of All Might is gone."
"People get a shred of fear and they start to kill off people that cause it with no hope left." I think aloud.
"Very true." She said putting the explosives carefully on the coffee table.

We spent the rest of the time going over future weapon designs she came up with, some prototypes that she brought and a few adjustments to my outfit. I heard the door knob start to open, I quickly start helping her put stuff back and vip the bag closed. I look at the door seeing Daichi, I smile a little and wave. "Welcome home!" I grab envelopes from the table too, "here, Nyoko, don't forget to give them to Aaron and Sven as well." She nods and walks out, high-fiving Daichi. He smiles at her and sits on the couch, I grab the coat from the table throwing it on the coat rack.

I sit next to him, smiling. "So, how is Shig?" I ask leaning back, he sighs a little.
"Still a little injured, but he's improving. The Doctor says that he'll be out of the hospital in two days." He sighs turning the TV on. I yawn a little and stretch my arms out.
"Well, I'm going to go to the store, need anything?" I asked standing up, my hand patting his head slightly.
"I need more socks and tank tops." He said staring at the tv.
"Fine, I'll stop by the thrift store and target." I grab my small purse from the kitchen.

I leave the house, my eyes look over the busy streets. My Ming wonders as my footsteps get lost is the 100s around me, I suddenly feel a pull on my shoulder. I yelp and look back ready to attack, my eyes meet a purple haired boy, looking around my own age. "The cross walk is closed, you could have gotten hit." He says looking annoyed with me.
"Oh," I look at it, "it is indeed, you seem kinda familiar." I tell him, looking back at him.
"I was in the sports festival." He answers.
"I didn't watch that, I was wor— busy." I cut myself short and look to the side a little.
"Really, do you don't know me of my quirk?" He asked suddenly more relaxed, I shook my head. "Cool."
"Should I be concerned?" I think aloud, rocking myself from my heels to the balls of my feet.
"Depending on who you are."
"Cryptic, I like it. I'm in the hero course at UA right now actually. I think I'll be... dropping... out soon though." I say as the light turns, allowing us to cross it.
"I'm trying to get into the hero course, I'm in general studies. I'm Shinsō Hitoshi." I nod a little.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Chikako (N/N), but call me (N/N)." I smile a little, "my quirk is cell- regeneration, so I'm pretty hard to off." I let out a more sour laugh then intended.
"My quirk is Brainwashing." He says quieter.
"Cool, sounds normal enough." I shrug a little, he smiles faintly. It was honestly kinda cute looking. "How does it work?"
"Well, if you respond to a question I can control you." He shoves his hands in his pockets.
"Simple enough, I like it—"

I freeze seeing the blond asshole. "Shit."
"Hmm?" He looks at me and then follows my gaze. He sighs himself. "Do you not get along with him?" He asks looking down at me.
"I kinda yelled at him and flipped out, showing my true colors a little." I mumble the end a little. "Shit, he's coming this way. In here!" I pull him into an alley, I instantly recognize theses alleyways. I clench my jaw and make sure no one's around, if I'm caught in this alley I'm skewed. We both stood in the dark alley, I slowly watch as he passes by. I let out a breath of relief.
"You okay? You seem... tense." I nod quickly.
"Yup, we can go now, like right now." I leave the alley without another thought and walk towards the store.

Ironically we both were heading to the store for food so we decided to do it together, we parted when I had to go clothes shopping and he went home.

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