Shattered Green

Chapter 2

-Sorry about the short chapters, I keep losing inspo-

~The next year~ (I don't know how or when he learned Aizawa's name, just roll with it)((Also he is not the smartest vigilante out there, just saying))

He hooked his feet on the lip of the roof and swung his body downward, he was now hanging by his feet in front of Aizawa's kitchen window.

"Hey Mic? Where's the-" Aizawa dropped the mug he was holding and jumped backward "The fuck?". The vigilante boy he kept seeing on the streets was hanging in front of his kitchen window like a bat. (his feet were hooked on the gutters)

"Hello!" The boy smiled brightly, waving excitedly. Aizawa took a small step forward. "Hey uh, child-teen thing? How the fuck did you find my house?" "PROFANITY!!!" Mic screeched from the other room, startling both of them.

Izuku's feet slipped in surprise and his head plummeted into the grassy backyard below, on the way down he had squeaked in surprise and it had alerted Mic to his presence.

"A child???"

(NO!!)

LE TIMESKIP(Imma lazy bitch)

Izuku's pov

In short, I hit my head super hard and knocked myself out, and Eraserhead and his boyfriend, very kindly mind you, brought me into their home and deposited me in their guest bedroom. The next morning I woke up to find myself in an unfamiliar bedroom in my vigilante costume. On the bedside table sat a change of clothes, getting the hint that I was supposed to get changed I hastily got dressed.

I stood awkwardly next to their kitchen bench in an oversized gray t-shirt and short-shorts. The shorts showed to many of my scars, self-inflicted and courtesy of Kacchan, for my liking and I nervously pulled at the bottom of them while having a staring contest with a lovely looking tabby who sat, quite proudly, near the edge of the stove. I was deep in unpleasant memories and thoughts so it took me a while to notice Aizawa who had plonked himself down on the stool next to the bench. When I properly registered his presence he opened his mouth as if to start a possibly very awkward conversation, luckily a younger, purple-haired version of him slid in the kitchen in a ruffled UA uniform. He looked me up and down, taking in my appearance probably, and stuck out his hand.

"Shinso Hitoshi, and you are?" He sounded uncomfortable and I really doubt he was expecting to find some rando in his kitchen. I looked down at his outstretched hand and then back up at his face. Aizawa looked at me expectantly, and I realized that they still didn't know my name, telling any hero my actual name was not something I ever wanted to do but the purple-haired hottie had caught me off guard. I pulled nervously at the hem of my shorts and took his hand. "Izuku Midoriya, and to be completely honest I don't want to be here right now, in your house or otherwise."

I shifted uncomfortably, I was in a very bad position right now. I didn't want to be in a pro's house and I definitely didn't want to be around any hot guys. Aizawa cleared his throat and gestured for Shinso to get going, before turning to me. He blinked sluggishly and slumped over even more than he already was."So, Midoriya, whats your mother going to say?"