BROKEN SHARDS. || shouta aizawa

C H A P T E R 2 (EDITED)

"Always here to help, kiddo..."

He stood up and reached his hand out to you.

"Let's go?"

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That was the last time you saw him. You still thanked him till that day...

As years passed, the boots became old and too small to fit in.

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"What am I going to do now? These are special to me and I don't have anything to wear..." you told yourself.

You were ten at the time...

Your parents were asleep so you could roam around for a while. You wore the boots and it hurt. Shrugging off the pain and walked around. Then you came across this shop that caught your eye.

Repair Shop...

They had boots and different types of footwear displayed outside. You looked down at your boots and sighed.

"I have no choice...But I'm never throwing you out, okay?" you told your boots as if they could hear you. You sighed once again and took a step inside.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" you called out. A man with a dark brown hat looked up and smiled at you. "Yes, dear? What may I do for you today?" he asked.

You looked at your boots then at him. "I need new shoes..." you told him. He nodded and stood up from his seat. He went to the shoes displayed near the wall. As he was looking, he asked you a question.

"If it's okay for me to ask, why do you need new shoes? You have a fine-looking pair on your feet right now"

"I mean I know you can never have too many shoes but I'm just wondering if you have a reason..." he added.

You took off one boot from your foot. "I've been wearing the same boots for four years, sir. They are already small for me and kinda old. I don't want to change them but I have no choice..." you answered.

He turned around and went to you. "Why didn't you just ask, little kid. I can fix those shoes for you. Here, hand me them" he said and reached out his hand.

You stared at him and at his hand and slowly removed the other boot and handed it to him.

"But how will you fix-"

Suddenly, as he held the pair of boots in one hand, they grew in size. Your eyes widened.

"It's my quirk. I can make any object smaller or bigger. Now all I have to do is fix the soles and polish it and it's all done..." he told you.

"Cool..." you muttered. He laughed and sat down on his chair, fixing your boots with his tools on the table beside him.

"What's your quirk, dear. Maybe I can add something to help you control it or to cover it" he asked, focused on the boot.

"Um...smoke, sir. I can release smoke from my hands, feet, basically my whole body..." you told him.

"Can you shoot them?" he asked, still focused. "What, sir?"

"Can you shoot them out of your hands and feet with strong force?" he added.

You didn't think of that before...

"I can t-try..." you said. He pointed to the rolling chair.

"Put that rolling chair in front of the wall. Sit on it and try to move backward by forcefully shooting the smoke out of your feet and hands" he instructed you, looking up from the boots.

You nodded and did what he told you. You sat down and put your legs and arms directed toward the wall. Then, you tried to forcefully release the smoke, but it came out slowly, not really pushing you backward.

The man nodded and went back to fixing the boots.

"I'll make you something for your hands too. You have time, don't you? Where are your parents?" he asked and you stiffened.

"DON'T EVER TELL ANYONE ABOUT US BEING YOUR PARENTS, BRAT. WE DON'T WANT YOU RUINING OUR REPUTATION EVEN MORE!"

"Um, they trust me to go out. I asked them. Don't worry..." you reassured him. "Kids these days..." he said, under his breath, shaking his head.

You turned rolling chair so you could face him as he was working on the boots.

"I'm done with the boots. I'll find gloves for you, hold on" he said and went to the back of the shop. You just waited patiently. Your parents never woke up in the middle of the night, so you were safe.

He came back with gloves with weird holes on them. "This was originally for another customer who had trouble controlling and shooting water out of his hands. He never came back on the date I told him to pick it up so its yours..."

He gave them to you and you tried them on. He shined the boots a bit and gave them to you too.

They looked so brand new.

You examined the boots. They had the same holes as the gloves.

"Now, try it again. Put the chair near the wall" he said and you obeyed, doing it again.

You scrunched your face up and shot it. You went backwards with speed, hitting the wall harshly. You fell off the chair.

The man stood up and instantly helped you up. "Are you okay, dear?" he asked, worried.

You looked up at him with a small smile.

"Cool..." you said and he laughed with a big smile on his face.

"That's great kid. I won't charge you. You seem like a nice kid so I'll let you leave freely. Even if you dented my walls a bit..." he said and you turned around to see a rather big dent on his wall.

"Oh...sorry" you apologized and he shook his head. "It's fine! Come back when you grow out of it again!" he told you and you nodded.

You left the shop with a small smile.

After that day, you started practicing. You took off the gloves when you were in school of course. The school you attended to was probably the only properly given thing to you by your parents.

You learned more about your quirk everyday and made new techniques for it.

E N D O F F L A S H B A C K...

You never stopped thinking about the guy who gave you the boots on that day. You would've never been where you were right now if it wasn't for him. Even the guy who saw you bleeding outside your porch and the one that adjusted the boots for you. You thanked them three for what they did for you.

The simple act of kindness the guy who gave you the boots did and the one who adjusted them after you grew out of them changed your life.

Even something so simple could change someone's life forever.

Mostly the guy who saved you that night. The one who saw you struggling and bleeding on your porch. You thanked him the most. You probably would've fainted and would still have shards stuck to your feet in the morning.

Also you would've bled too much throughout the night if he didn't come and save you.

"Thank you..." you said silently as you watched the sun go down, reminiscing the memories...