Aizawa POV
Aizawa sighed sitting on the edge of a roof looking at the city ahead. He had just finished a mission and was taking a break before he resumed his patrol. Being an underground hero meant he got minimal praise for the grueling hours he put in. As much as he would like to be rewarded, he enjoyed the moments like these. Just him, the stars, and pure blissful silence.
"Brr!Brr!" He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, causing him to groan in response
"Ugh, c'mon I just got a break!" Digging out his phone, he glanced at the blaring white screen. His eyes widened. The screen read, 'XXXX Tempus, street Mother and father, father possibly dead from mother, child in house, child possibly hurt.'
"Shit." The moment he read the street name his feet started moving. He'd been a pro hero long enough to know where to go without looking.
30 seconds later, he flew onto the roof of the house, practically smashing through it with his momentum. After jumping to the ground he ran towards the front door. He watched for a moment as police men knocked down the door and ran inside.
"Eraserhead! Ground floor is being cleared. Yelling, and banging are coming from the upstairs. Two recruits have gone up but neither have-" one of the policeman began to explain the assessment before being interrupted by the hero running up the stairs.
"S-sir! Be careful!" Aizawa however hadn't heard him as he was already up the stairs staring at two fallen men on the ground.
"Well hello there..." A woman turned to face Aizawa. Using common sense, it was clear that she was the one who hurt the other officers.
"Where is the child." He questioned staring strait into her eyes. He didn't even flinch when a knife was thrown past him. "You've got bad a-" The knife suddenly turned to face him and he barely had time to look over at the woman and erase her quirk.
"W-w-what? W-why didn't that..." The woman was extremely confused as to how her weapon control quirk was now gone.
"I erased it. Now where is the child?" He asked after wrapping her up in his scarf leaving her immobile.
"That trash? Have her if you want but she's just a quirkless brat." After hearing this it was clear she was a terrible mother. But he didn't take a minute to dwell and immediately broke the door closest to them. He quickly scanned the room and didn't see anything. Just as he was about to leave he spotted something red in the corner of his vision.
Blood.
He ran over to find a girl seemingly passed out. The only blood apparent was the blood around her mouth, on her hand, and the small handprint next to her that he had used to find her. Checking for a pulse he pressed down on her neck hoping for a sign of life. A single beat to show she was there.
.
.
.
・🀀・
Its kinda sus how much I like writing traumatic backstories...
YOU ARE READING
Clockwork | MHAxOC
FanfictionWith a childhood of misery her start to being a hero was rough. Not to mention, her quirk leads her to witness the most traumatizing incident in her life. Can she move on from her past and become the hero she was meant to be?
