Not Enough Time | Dadzawa |

Chapter One

Hi! You can call me Author-chan, here's some information before I begin the story! All of the photos are unrelated to the story, (the image is my other story #shamelessplug, please read it,) and updates are usually random, but will most likely be everyday or twice a day! I don't think there is anything else to say for now so enjoy!

———

| Third Person POV |

Izuku Midoriya, a homeless and terminally ill thirteen-year-old, sat down on the heaping trash piles that filled Dagobah Beach to the brim. In a day very few would pass and if he was lucky enough, he would be given food instead of going into town and trying to get it himself.

With almost no money left in his pocket, he stared into the sky aimlessly looking for answers written in the stars. A chill went up to his spine and bent over as coughs racked his body and blood dripped onto his hand. He leaned back wiping the crimson stain on a scrap cloth laying nearby as he almost fell over when he tried to stand.

With a single cough, he was on the ground again.

Attempting again to walk somewhere else he finally managed to get onto the sidewalk of the primarily deserted street with barely any restaurants or people willing to share their dinner with a homeless kid.

But there are some good people in the world. Midoriya just hasn't met them yet.

|||

A man dressed in black with his odd scarf and goggles jumped from building to building chasing a very nimble woman, a villain, evading her own crime scene of seven bodies in total. A family of seven. Who knows why she did it, but Aizawa would make her pay nonetheless.

His capture weapon didn't make the cut to be able to catch the woman so when she turned around, her quirk was erased and she fell to the ground landing into a dumpster and slamming her head against the cement building.

With a breath of ease, she was bound and the police were called. As the pro hero, Eraserhead, waited for the cops, his phone began to ring quietly from his hidden pocket.

Seeing as it was from his husband he reluctantly answered it knowing his eardrum would be burst again.

With only being alerted that they were out of ice cream and cat food, Aizawa hung up on Yamada mid-scream as the police arrived. After explaining the woman's actions he walked away sulking to the grocery store complaining about wasting money on his husband who caught the flu days ago.

Having so many things to complain about, Aizawa muttered curses as he entered the grocery store after bumping into a small child with green poofy hair.

The kid had apologized profusely reminding him of his adopted son when he first met him. Sweet-ish memories scattered his mind, a smile teeming through. Aizawa only said 'it's okay' and went to the cat food section where he only bought the best for his two very spoiled kittens.

Glancing over to where a racket could be heard, he saw a green-haired kid being yelled at by the cashier as he appeared to not have enough money to pay. Aizawa noticed that it was a small load too, a couple of apples and protein bars.

Shushing the cashier and handing the man money before the kid could oblige, he walked off to the refrigerated section picking a couple tubs of ice cream.