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Moving to Japan was all she had ever dreamed of. Working as an inventor for one of the top hero agencies was more than she could have asked for. Not having much of a life back home, she immediately took the opportunity. There was only one friend that still kept in touch with her, and her family wasn't ever in the picture. She'd been raised in several foster homes. Some of the families were kind others were downright unpleasant. None of them ever tried to adopt her. The good families had too many kids the bad families didn't want anymore. After so many foster families and some group homes she had finally escaped that world leaving it behind forever.
Now she was living the life she always wanted. It was almost perfect, except for the fact that she was running late for work. Running to the train station was the last thing she had wanted to be doing this morning. Usually she'd have enough time to eat breakfast and enjoy the morning, though today her alarm had refused to go off. There must have been a power outage in the middle of the night. Nothing else really explained it.
Rushing past the crowds of people she tried her hardest to make it to the station, though something caught her eye. Y/N never made it to the train station that day. She didn't go to work that day. No that day she was about to start a whole new chapter of her life without really knowing what she had gotten herself into.
It all started with her literally falling into an alleyway. By this point she had given up trying to get to the train on time. With her luck today it most likely already left. Sitting on the ground Y/N Shook her head. She'd just have to call in and hope there wouldn't be any drastic repercussions. She glanced up at the clouds above. They were a dark angry grey. A few drops fell onto her forehead. Great this day just kept on getting worse. Standing up slowly she brushed herself off.
The noise was minuscule, soft and barely even audible. Her hearing was keen though, and she quickly turned around. It looked as if something was scuttling around back there. Now her better judgement didn't seem to be working today as she walked toward the noise. Fear built in her, she shouldn't be doing this. Her mind was conflicted. Curiosity and worry filled her mind. Was there someone back here? What were they doing back here? Were they hurt?
A part of her mind argued that a hero would take care of it. The other part of her knew that wasn't true.
"Hello?"
She continued down the alleyway.
Behind a few garbage cans she found him. He was so little, curled up into a little ball. He hadn't noticed her until she stepped around the trash cans.
The boy looked to her, slightly hesitant, before reaching his hands out to her.
"Please help me." His voice was trembling.
Y/N was shocked. The poor thing looked petrified, his face seemingly all scarred up. Small trails of blood slipped down the boy's face. Seeing the blood she started to internally panic. Her hands shook a bit, not knowing what to do. The boy started to pull his arms back, tears starting to fill his eyes. That was enough to snap her out of it. She reached down her scarf momentarily touching the little one's hand. All of a sudden it started to turn to dust.
Y/N instinctively pulled back and threw the scarf to the side. It was fully disintegrated by the time it hit the floor. She looked back to the boy as he whimpered out an apology.
"I don't know how to control it. Please don't leave me." He said his voice holding a small bit of panic.
Looking around Y/N tried to think of what to do. She couldn't just leave this boy, he needed her. Instead she pulled off her jacket wrapping the boy in it and picking him up.
"Can you keep your hands up for me?" She said calmly to the frightened boy.
He nodded laying his head on her shoulder. Y/N didn't know what she was doing. She didn't understand how she had somehow happened upon him, but she knew one thing. She wasn't going to ever let him go. At least not now. As she made her way to to exit of the alleyway a voice echoed out to her. It was low and intimidating.
"Is he yours?"
There was a man on the other side of the alley. He wore a black suit, his face not visible. Y/N stepped slowly toward the sidewalk. He seemed to be walking toward her.
"Yes, he... he's been missing. I finally found him."
"Oh is that what happened?"
"Yes, he ran off at the playground and I hadn't been able to find him."
"He doesn't look anything like you."
"He takes after his grandmother. She has the same hair."
Y/N was used to lying. She'd lied to survive. She'd lied to save herself. She knew how to spin a tale, though this man didn't seem to believe her. Was it his quirk? Could he tell she was lying?
"Maybe you'd like to tell me the truth?"
She took this opportunity to run. Not looking back Y/N realized she now had a new reason to be running this morning, and it was all because of this little boy.