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Chapter 9

You shouldn't even exist.

"Do you... really feel that way, Y/n?" Aizawa said suddenly, breaking your depressing train of thought. You had probably said all of that out loud, you now realized.

But instead of being able to respond normally, it was like when your mother kicked you out. You couldn't breathe again. Your head was spinning. There wasn't enough oxygen and it felt like you were drowning. Any minute now you might die of asphyxiation-

"Breathe, Y/n. Breathe," the man said, putting a hand on yours.

"You can hear my voice. You can feel my hand. You can see that pen-holder in front of you. You can smell this coffee I'm drinking. It's alright. You're alright. Just breathe."

After who knows how long, you were finally able to calm down. Aizawa didn't push you to accept his offer or talk any more about your situation. You were going to be okay. That's what he told you, at least. You were going to be okay.

-

Before you knew it, you were back at the garden with the two large, round rocks, the garden bench and the japanese maple tree.

"This is stupid. I'm sitting in the school garden with nothing but my personal belongings, a knife, a bench, and this tree. I've started talking to two rocks, which I named after my parents who both left me. And now I've berated my teacher for trying to help me by giving me a home. What is wrong with me."

You looked at your kitchen knife for a moment, a brief series of images flashing through your head without your consent. You shook your head to try and ignore the intrusive thought.

"No. I should tell Mr. Aizawa that I'm going to accept his offer. Doing... whatever I just thought about... will help no one. And I would never see my father again if I..."

The rest of the day went by faster than you had expected. It was now time to tell your Aizawa sensei either yes or no to his offer. After thinking all day about what to say, you had finally mentally prepared yourself for the conversation.

"So, L/n-san." Aizawa asked.

You straighten your posture, looking away. "It- it's better than a bench, so I suppose I will accept your offer, sensei."

And thus started your awkward life with Aizawa as your adoptive father.

-

The next day was thankfully the weekend, and so you were able to move your few belongings from the garden to Aizawa's house. It didn't take much time as you only had 2 suitcases to carry. Upon arrival, you placed the suitcases on the ground and assessed your new home.

A cozy looking detached house in a secluded part of the neighbourhood, with tall black pine trees surrounding the property, blocking out much of the sunlight and the outsider's prying eyes from seeing what was going on around the house.

Normally this kind of estate would seem suspicious, but you assumed that it was just your sensei's way of staying on the down low. He seemed like the socially distant type. You started to wonder why he decided to take you in instead of letting another teacher do so... but quickly stopped yourself. You decided to explore that question later on, when you were less emotionally drained.

"L/n-chan, you there?" Aizawa asked, waving a hand in front of your face.

You lightly shook your head and came back to reality.

"Y-yes, sorry sensei. I'll bring the last few things inside right away."

"You can just call me Aizawa."

"Okay, sens- I mean Aizawa."

Satisfied, the man picked up one of the suitcases and went inside the house. You followed suit.

He led you to the second floor, where to the left of the staircase was the master bedroom. Turning to the right, he brought the suitcase to a guest room that was soon to be yours on the other end of the hallway. It was fairly far away from his room.

You placed the navy blue suitcase you brought next to a twin sized bed that was in one corner of the room.

"So this is where I'm going to be staying, sensei?"

He simply nodded and went to get a comforter from a nearby closet.

You collapsed back-first onto the bed. Your life had changed so drastically, and in such little time. It was somewhat crazy, if you thought about it. If anyone heard about your life story up until now, they'd probably think it was coming straight from the plot of an anime-based fanfiction. If only that was the truth, you thought to yourself.

Feeling the rubber bands from your eyepatch ride up on your skin a little bit, you decided to take it off. No one was around and your hair could block it, anyway. A random thought occurred to you as you removed the fabric: your right pupil was probably seriously dilated by now.

Letting the white fabric eyepatch sit on the bed, you blinked a couple of times, looking at your hands to focus. After all these years, your quirk still refused to delete you (much to your dismay), so it was the safest way to relax your eyes without deleting anything. With both eyes uncovered, the world seemed much bigger and clearer. So much more beautiful. Too bad you couldn't see it like that all the time, or else you would end up destroying it. Realizations like that are what eventually lead to your dull outlook on life.

The floorboards creaked, and Aizawa came in through the door with a huge, puffy comforter. You had no idea the man could own such a thing, and in pastel pink no less. It looked like it was extremely soft and plush.

Then suddenly, the tempting comforter disappeared, and you came to the shocking conclusion that you accidentally looked at Aizawa without your eyepatch on. Panicking, you stood up and, while covering one eye with a hand, started to frantically search for your eyepatch. The shock must have made you forget that you left it on the bed, because it took you awhile to find it in the room and put it back onto your face hastily.

Wobbly because of your vision's partial obstruction, you turned and tried to make your way to where you hoped Aizawa was still situated.

"A- Aizawa? Please, say something...! T- tell me you're still here! Tell me- tell me I didn't delete you!" You shouted as tears made their way down the sides of your face.

"I'm still here, L/n. Calm down." He stepped in front of you and wiped your cheek gingerly. "Stop crying. Breathe."

You realized you were hyperventilating. Wiping viciously at your cheeks, you tried to listen to your adoptive father's advice.

Deep breath in...

Deep breath out.

In...

And out.

And in again...

And out again.

You did this until you finally stopped shaking so hard, and sat down on the bed, Aizawa doing the same. He put a hand on your back gently and looked you in the eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He said this with his usual tired expression, but in his eyes you could see he was genuinely worried.

You shook your head. "L- later."

"I'll go get another comforter. You should start to unpack your things. Don't worry about what happened, alright?"

You looked at the floor. "...Okay."

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Author's note:

I am so sorry if it seems like the story is moving too fast. I have a lot of ideas for this and putting them all in is more difficult than I expected, but I'll continue to do my best to make this an enjoyable experience.

Thank you for staying with me, readers. I'm so grateful for those of you who still enjoy my work! (;~;)