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Steps echoed down the damp dirty alley as 8 year old himiko walked through it. She had been caught sucking on her paper cut while hiding in a closet and punished by her teacher. Her wrists throbbed as the bruises from the ruler attacked her.
Himiko couldn’t stop still recall the whole event.
…….“Himiko are you in there?” Her teacher had asked annoyed, as she swung open the door. Just to find the girl huddled on the ground, sucking her finger like it was her lifeline.
Anger had flashed in the woman’s eyes, and she grabbed himiko wrist. “You demon! How dare you drink blood! You’re a devil! A curse!” The teacher yelled curses and profanity’s at the crying girl as she dragged her to class.
When they got there she threw himiko to the ground, grabbed a metal ruler, and started beating her arms and abdomen with it.
“I’m sorry! Please! Please! I’ll never do it again! PLEASE! NO!” Himiko blood curtailing screams could be heard all throughout the halls, the teachers and students calmly ignoring it, if not annoyed by the girls distractive screams…..
Himiko shuttered at the thought of the event just hours prior.
Why did everyone hate her?
The familiar ache for blood antagonized her, she didn’t know why she was a monster, as her mother and father called her. She just wanted to be a normal girl!
Thoughts of her distress filled her mind for a shot while before she came to a short opening in between a few alleys, she was about to turn before she shrieked.
Himiko jumped in fear as an ear piercing scream and a loud crash of glass sounded behind her. What felt like millions of tiny shards of glass embedded in her skin and she bit back a scream. A man dressed in all black and a ski mask was (yelled?) into the wall of the alley through a window.
A tall, imposing man ran out the shattered window and grabbed the man’s weapons, disarming him, and handcuffed him.
The man turned and looked around to see Himiko standing in udder terror.
He examined the bruises on her arms and cuts from the shattered glass. He calmly raised his hands in a sign of safety as he stepped closer to her.
“Hey there little listener.. you seem pretty beaten up there, I’m a pro hero. Do you mind if I take a look at those and patch you up?” The man said calmly. Himiko knew of hero’s, but her parents prohibited her from ever watching the news so only knows of all might and some other famous hero’s she’s learned of in class.
Himiko didn’t know if he could trust him. But she wasn’t gonna turn down help. She cautiously nodded and took a step towards him.
The man smiled and reached into a pouch on his belt, pulling out some supplies. He knelt down in front of the girl, quickly cleaning the glass out of her cuts, stopping anytime she winced to ask if it hurt to much. It was strange. Ever since she got her curse at four, she never had affection or care.
Tears prickled her eyes and the hero panicked.
“What happened? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?!” The man said a little shakily, concern filled his eyes.
Himiko couldn’t stop the tears from spilling from her duxes , she started sobbing.
Why did this stranger, a man who had no obligation to her, want to help her more than her parents?
Why did he show more affection and care than her parents had?
Why?
“I-I-I’m a monster! My quirk n-needs m-me to d-drink b-b-blood! W-why d-d-do you c-care about m-m-me!?” Himiko stuttered out, tears and snot running down her face.
The man’s face became solemn. He gently pulled Himiko into a hug, careful of her wounds. “I don’t know why you believe you’re a monster just because of your quirk, or who made you think this way. But you’re not. Some quirk doesn’t decide who you are. You do. And just from the few minutes I’ve known you. I know you’re not a monster. And even if you were some scary monster with 5 arms and 7 eyes, I’d still help you, cause that’s what hero’s do little listener.”
Himiko felt like she was underwater, all the noise went silent expect the hero’s words echoing in her mind. (“not a monster… I’d still help you…. some quirk doesn’t decide who you are…”) Himiko promptly, burst into more tears, ignoring the pain in her arms and hands as she tightly clenched her fists on the back of the hero’s jackets.
She buried her face in his shoulder. His soft shushes made her cry even more.
Himiko briefly registered as a police officer came and arrested the criminal. She fully expected the hero to leave but he didn’t, he comforted her and held her gently until she slowly let go, it was starting to get dark, which meant it had been here for hours..
OH GOD HER MOM WAS GONNA KILL HER!
Himiko struggled out of the hero’s grasp, panicking. “My mom! She’s gonna kill me if I’m late!” She yelled, but not like how a normal child would, in fear of being scolded. But instead pure terror in her yells and eyes shook the hero to his bone.
“L-little listener how about I walk you home okay? I’ll tell your mom I’m the reason you’re late, Kay?” The hero said gently reaching his hand out to her.
Himiko lip trembled as she reached out and grabbed his hand. Allowing him to lift the little girl into his arms.
The hero carried her, making sure she was comfortable as she quietly led him to her residence.
The hero knocked on the door gently. A woman, slammed open the door screaming instantly.
“HIMIKO YOU BRAT! HOW DARE YOU BE LATE! YOU MISSED YOUR CHORES AND I HAD TO MAKE DINNER! HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE YOU INSOLENT CHI- “ The woman shut her mouth instantly as she saw the number 50 hero, present mic, glaring down at her with pure anger and resentment as he gripped her shaking crying 8 year old daughter.
Present mic spoke quietly, but oh so incredibly terrifying. “I don’t know what type of monster would ever speak any child, let alone their daughter like that. I hope your happy when cps comes for a visit.” He hissed with venom dripping from his every word.
The hero turned on his heel and walked away, hearing a faint yell of “Keep that monster! You’ll be begging for us to take her back soon!”
Present mic reached for his phone as he carried the, now sleeping, little girl back to his and his husband’s house, texting the former the words of- “Prepare the guest room please.” Getting a simple reply of- “What did you do this time Zashi ?”
Himiko awoke with a jolt, holding her hands up in her face, preparing for the daily beatings each morning.
But they never came. She paused for a moment before lifting her arms out of her face and seeing the hero that had saved helped her last night, asleep on the chair next to the bed she awoke in.
She glanced around the room and saw a tall scary, tired man with a grey scarf. They locked eyes and he raised his eyebrow.
She shrieked and ran and jumped onto the hero, burying her face in his shoulder, tho this time he was wearing soft, at home clothes instead of his hero stuff.
The hero gasped in surprise but held her close shooting up and frantically looking around for danger just to see his husband smirking into his scarf Crossing his arms.
“Shouta you scared her!” The hero scolded.
“I didn’t mean to Zashi. Children hate me.” Shouta replied deadpan.
The girl peaked up from the hero’s shoulder, looking into his green eyes. “Is th-that your n-named Mr. Hero? Zashi?” She asked curiously, yet cautiously,
flinching as if she expected to be hit from talking. Hizashi’s heart melted and he cooed slightly. “My name is Hizashi honey, but you can call me whatever you want.”
The girl looked back at Shouta. “Are you Hizashi-sans friend?” She asked a slight tremble in her voice.
Shouta’s grumpiness melted away. “I’m his husband problem child, and my name is Shouta Aizawa. But like Zashi said you can call me whatever.” He said a soft smile tickling at his lips.
The girls eyes glimmered with something of joy.
She shot up from Hizashi and leaped onto Shouta, hugging him tightly.
After a brief moment of shock Shouta hugged the little girl back. As Hizashi quietly took pictures of it in the back.
“If you’re nice like Hizashi-San then that means you safe.” The girl mumbled into his scarf.
“Hah, nobody can be as nice as Zashi kid.” He said a smile playing at his lips.
Hizashi cleared his throat and Shouta sat down in the guest bed, the girl still holding onto him. “So, we have a friend who’s a police officer, and he needs to talk to you about your mommy and daddy, and how you got all those bruises.”
Himiko looked at herself and saw fresh bandages all over where her bruises and cuts and burns were. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks but Shouta wiped them away. “If you don’t think you can talk about it, we won’t make you, but please try to tell us as much as possible, so we can get the bad people who hurt you locked away okay?” Shouta said gently.
Himiko paused not knowing what to say. If Hizashi-San and Shouta-San trusted him should she?
“I-I’ll try.. b-but do you think h-he would help a m-monster like m-me?” She asked her fists clenching Shoutas shirt.
Shouta frowned. “Your not a monster, he will help you.”
Himiko smiled slightly and looked up at the man. His face was tucked into his scarf but his eyes showed softness.
Hizashi spoke up. “Your name is Himiko right? Himiko Toga?”
Himiko blushes and nodded, burying her face into Shouta’s scarf.
“Okay then! We can go down to the police station tomorrow!” Hizashi chirps. “For now I’ll go make breakfast!” Hizashi slides out of his chair and practically skips out the door.
Shouta patted Himiko’s head. “You’ll get used to it problem child.”
Himiko slightly smiled.
What if they really want to help?