Devil's Bargain - MHA Various X M!Reader

Three - Adaptation

The door opened into a familiar corridor. Aizawa beckoned [Name] into the household, warm light illuminating his tired features. The boy stepped in hesitantly, eyeing the worn sole of his shoe. The lower part of his face was covered in his familiar black cloth mask while his left eye was hidden by a simple eyepatch and his ebony hair. [Name]'s mind wandered back to that night. Why had he come here? Why had he gone to Aizawa?

"You coming?"

Looking up, caught in his daze, [Name] nodded, shuffling his shoes off and closing the door. He followed Aizawa into the living room, where the adult sank into the couch with a sigh, black clothes melding with the dark hues of leather. He rubbed his eyes before patting the area next to him, inviting the boy to sit next to him.  [Name] complied, lowering himself on the edge of the seat, not wanting to sully it with the dirt accumulated on his body. Aizawa spoke.

"You probably have already noticed, but as a former S-rank villain, there have been some safety measures implemented into your daily life to keep you in check. Primarily, me,"

He gestured to himself, "and those little trinkets."

He pointed towards the heavy metal cuffs tightly circling [Name]'s two wrists. The steel, each weighing a bit more than the teen, sat on top of the bandages adorning his arms once more. The white fabric travelled from his shoulders to his hands, leaving only his fingertips exposed. [Name] inspected the structure with a blank face, devoid of emotion. He clanked the cuffs together easily, testing their strength.

"How the fuck are these supposed to restrain me?"

[Name]'s raspy voice echoed throughout the room. Aizawa sighed again.

"You're required to stay in a 1 kilometre radius of me. If you venture further than that, the cuffs will activate and inject you with a tranquilliser powerful enough to down an elephant and will send me your location while simultaneously electrocuting you, thus paralysing and preventing you from running shall you somehow be unaffected by the drug. I know this may seem excessive but the HPSC wanted to make sure you wouldn't be such a large threat. By staying around me, I'll be able to nullify your quirk, at least."

[Name] stared at the metal, unimpressed. Aizawa sighed.

"Come on, let me show you your room."

With a grunt, he stood. [Name] followed him out of the room, taking mental note of the house's floor plan automatically as well as the hero's characteristics and habits. Soon enough, they stopped in front of a plain white door. Aizawa opened it with a creak, revealing a standard sized, rectangular room. There was a small window at the back covered by curtains and a generic closet in the corner, as well as a bed stood against the wall with a desk and chair next to it.

"Sorry it's not much. Better than that empty prison cell at least. We're going to go shopping later, seeing as you have no belongings. Get you some toiletries as well as clothes and another pair of shoes. You can also get some stuff to decorate your room if you want.

He turned back to find [Name] standing still, revealing no emotion.

"Soften up, kid. You know me. I'm not that bad, right?"

Aizawa patted the boy's back, reminding him of their relation. While [Name] was an active vigilante, Aizawa was tasked to apprehend him as he worked best at night, when the boy was active. The two had had many encounters but all ultimately resulted in [Name]'s victory. Eventually though, one day, Aizawa had found the boy sat on top of a building, looking over Musutafu as he swung his legs from the ledge.

"Hey."

Aizawa greeted him simply, white cloth around his neck like a scarf in the cold winter air. He stood with hands by his sides, ready to fight. The boy hadn't made a move. Air puffed from his mouth like a cloud, filtered by the black mask covering the bottom of his face, faintly outlining his lips as he spoke barely audibly.