Aizawa Izuku

A fateful encounter

He didnt dare look up, resentfully glaring at the ground, lilac straight hair swaying over his eyes at the movements of his steps.

An unceremoniously yank to the rope connecting to the collar around the boys necks had the small boy letting out a muffled yelp and staggering forward almost face planting, successfully cutting off his staring contest with the ground.

"God can you walk any slower. Hurry the fuck up" tsking they gave another yank.

A low growl rumbled from the small child.

Annoyed eyes instantly fell on the them.

"Shut up you mutt" they snapped feeling their scowl deepen, face twisting in distaste upon finding a pair of small violet eyes staring intensly into their own.

Adbrutly a rough hand gripped the childs hair forcing their head down.

"Who the fuck do you think your looking at? huh?" There was nothing but disgust and hostility in their voice.

Who did this waste of air think they were to think they were could put those repulsive eye on them. The very idea had them gripping tighter.

Feeling tears prick his eyes from the sudden pressure, tiny bound hands could only clench further making their already fair hands drain to an even paler state.

Scoffing at theyre pathetic state they released their hold and continued on, it wasnt like they were going to be having to deal with them for much longer anyways. Their mouth quirked up at the thought grimacing a second later as they remembered they had just touched them.

"Fucking disgusting" They muttered wipping their hand onto their clothes.

Finding himself glaring at the ground once again through slightly misty eyes and an aching skull, all the child could do was grit their teeth.

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Knock knock

The impatient tapping of could be the only thing heard as they silently waited for the door to open.

A women with lush black hair and a smile that took up the whole of her face was the one to open the door. "Hello welcome to-" the cheery voice stopped dead in its tracks upon seeing the offending guests.

Her smile seemed to go rigid still, taking on a bit of a nasty edge. There was a small pause before she turned her eyes towards the olded male of the two. "What the fuck is this" The women hissed out between her disorted smile. Making sure to shoot a piercing glare at the child.

Hitoshi upon seeing the glare instantly shot her one of his own unconsiously letting out a low growl.

He let out a faint grunt as the chain connected to his neck was pulled aggressively. It was an obvious warning.

The older man grinned sleazaly dragging his other free hand through his hair "Well hello to you to. Hows my pretty princess been" shamelessly letting his eyes drag over her frame.

The womens face scrunched in disgust. She folded her arm infront of her taking a more defensive stance. "Must you be this infuriating every time we see eachother" A cackle was the only response it got her.

She rolled her eyes "So are you going to answer my question as to why theres a child that looks like theyre a death row prisoner standing in my presence" She gave him a quick once over.

He was fairly tall estimating him to be either 7 or 8 his clothese were tattered at the edges seemingly too big for him they also looked fairly dirty. She raised a brow seeing the child didnt seem to be wearing any shoes, his feet was littered with scars and seemed to be covered in filth. She grimaced a little wondering when the childs last bath had been.