Bnha one-shots!

Am I even meant to be here?

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"What are you doing here, child?"

"Sometimes I wonder if I was ever meant to be here,"

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Sometimes, after Izuku has a particularly bad day or his mom is too busy at work, he would walk to this old park that no one goes to, then sit on one of the benches, and think of all the things he wouldn't be allowed to think of otherwise.

He would think about whether he was really as useless as everyone says he is. He would think about if his dad really left because of him. He would think about if his mom worked so much to avoid him. He would think of if his mom really loved him.

He would just sit there, on the benches, and spiral into dark thoughts that he couldn't share with anyone else.

Except for the man who sits with him sometimes.

He doesn't know his name, or if he's really homeless or just dresses like one, but he wears black, raggedy clothes and an old scarf. His hair is black and goes past his shoulders in an unkempt manner.

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The first time Izuku met the man, he was deep down his spiral of thoughts when he heard a voice speak to him. Not the voices in his head telling him things he knows he shouldn't do, but a real, human voice he's never heard before.

"What are you doing here, child?"

Izuku looked up from the ground and saw a man he's never seen before.

He would have cared about stranger danger, but he was too deep into his spiral to really care about his well being.

So, he said the first thing that popped into his head.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm even meant to be here," Izuku said, looking up at the surprised man in the eyes with a cold, dead stare.

The man didn't say anything and just sat on the benches, neither looking at each other but slightly acknowledging each other's presence.

The man, moving to be in Izuku's line of vision, made a waving motion with his hands in to carry on.

"I wonder if I'll actually be able to do anything in the future, or if I'll be stuck being the same, useless Deku I've always been."

The man made a confused and sad face when he said the word 'Deku', obviously knowing it's meaning.

"I wonder if my mom really loves me, or if she's just keeping me around because I remind her of my dad. She probably just wants a way to remember him since I drove him away. I think that's why she works the hours she works at, to avoid me," Izuku explained, staring at the ground with dead eyes that don't look right on his childish face.

The man hesitated a second, before reaching over and patting Izuku on the head.

He pretended to not notice the small flinch.

Izuku stood up without another word, then looked the man in the eyes.

The man saw, behind the cold, dead look, the magnitude of warmth and kindness that he holds within him.

"I come here at least once a week. Not always on the same days, or same time, but always at least once," Izuku explained to the man before he walked away, no name spilling from his mouth.

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Around a year and a half after Izuku met the man, Aizawa, he learned, he had a particularly bad day.