A world that divides us mha/bnha

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『when we reunite again I promise all will be told until then wait for me. Okay?』

Day nine: why can't I die properly.

"Aizawa?" At the sound of his name the man looks up sharply from the doorway. His focus from getting his coffee from the all to familiar coffee maker was gone. As soon as he heard the commotion from down the hall, he was confused as he lived alone. Could his cats really make this much noise? Are they being greedy again.

Sadly the cats stare back at him from the chair so a new concern lingers it's way into his mind. This one hit him faster than he would like to admit, that boy... the kid he was in that room.

If the noise wasn't concerning enough the fact that the kid should still be out for the count was also lurking in his mind. What if he had hurt himself? What if the villain was back? 'Hasn't this kid been through enough?' And to him the answer is yes. This kid had been through enough. Any kid who had to do more than your average has gone through too much.

This boy just can't catch a break and Aizawa it seems can't catch a breath.

Now Aizawa will be the first to admit that this kid had him wrapped around his finger. Whether or not the kid knows this information is a different matter. Honestly the man would rather keep this information a secret and too himself primarily.

Alas tho it's true Aizawa had gone soft in less than a week because of a kid that wandered in accidentally like a stray cat.

Oh and Aizawa loved cats. Especially if they're strays.

Temporarily ignoring the fact a child no younger than 14 managed to turn up, with out a trace may he add, in a 5 floor high pro hero house still confuses him to no end.

Now with only one thing on his mind He hurried down the corridor brain already jumping to the worst case scenario. He turned the corner sharply reaching the kids room. At said spare room door he takes a quick needed and deserved breath before opened it wide. "Kid!" He exclaimed with too much enthusiasm for his liking. He whips his head left and right searching for the boy. Once he catches sight of the white hair he internally breaths in relief.

He coughs awkwardly at his irrational behaviour, before re-adjusting his voice back to a care free bored tone, people know him for. "What are you doing up? You're in no condition to be moving around let alone standing up." He questions more plainly.

He stands in the doorway looking directly at the boy. He keeps his posture tall but not intimidating as the pale haired boy before him gapes completely lost.

His dull green grey eyes are wide and unfocused. Staring at something Aizawa can't see. His mouth opens and closes a few times. Ghosts of words dancing on his tongue but never freed. His pale skin seems more translucent as he seems to shake or is that flickering? He seems stuck in a trance almost a mind controlled state.

Aizawa starts to wonder if the boy is dissociating. He hasn't acknowledged the mans presence and does look more disturbed than usual.

This only makes The worry that subsided after seeing the boy start creeping back, Aizawa's concerns can only increase again.

"Kid?" He tries again. Letting his voice go soft. Stepping out of the door way further into the room. One hand slightly outstretched. He treats the boy like he could trigger anytime. This boy for all Aizawa knew could be a literal ticking time bomb.