"Ah! Hello Aizawa! How lovely to see you up and walking!"
Nezu said as the man walked into his office. Obviously the kids were given a long weekend before school started back. But that was more for their teacher's sake than theirs.
"Thanks." Aizawa said blandly. He was covered in bandages, Wrapped literally from head to toe.
"I'm sorry for calling you up here. But I've made some... Arrangements that you need to know about by the next school day. I hope you understand." Nezu said with a smile.
"Arrangements? Like extra protection?" Aizawa asked his sore eyes narrowing under his bandages.
"Erm... Yes. In a way..." The mouse looked away.
"I'm taking that as a no. What did you do?"
Aizawa asked with a sigh.
"I have transferred a new student to your class!" He said with a small cackle. "As you know one of your students dropped out after the event. There's an opening."
"What?" Aizawa asked with a groan. "Right after that class was attacked by bloodthirsty villains? That's insane. Even if we have an opening it's a horrible idea to just bring in a random kid from general studies!" Aizawa asked Nezu, who smiled.
"Oh she's not from general studies. She's from Princeton! The transfer just cleared a few hours ago! She should be here with the final paperwork any minute now." The rat seemed very pleased with himself.
"This was incredibly impulsive." Aizawa said with a sigh. "Why?" He asked. Why do this? Why him? Why didn't this school have a normal principal?
Why?
"I think you'll understand once you see her. You're acquainted you know. She's told me all about your endeavors." Nezu said, putting his paws together.
"Yeah right. Sounds made-up." Aizawa scoffed, not at all sold. Nezu hummed simply and checked his cameras.
"See for yourself."
°.•.°•.°•.°
Kira pushed open the door to Nezu's office. Ignoring the walking mummy he was talking too. "Why are you making me sign a twenty page long waiver?! What am I getting myself into?! Why is everyone acting like it's no big deal?!" She asked, dropping the stack of papers on his desk.
"It's just in case."
"Just in case, quote: "The event of a training exercise that goes haywire and I have any sort of physical or psychological damage because of it. I hereby relinquish my right to press charges against UA high and any of its staff or students?!?""
She asked, pointing at a line on the paper.
"Am I going to die?!" She asked.
"Likely not." Nezu hummed. "Did you sign it?" He checked the bottom paper. "Oh you did! And so did your legal guardian!"
"I barely even remember doing it. I basically blacked out. This is going to kill me, I'm going to die." She ran a hand through her hair.
"Nonsense! We'll take good care of you!"
Nezu said.
"She looks familiar. But I can't tell why... I can't place her anywhere... Maybe she's a relative to someone I know?" The mummy's thoughts drawled on as he studied Kira.
Kira perked up slightly. She recognized that bored inner dialogue.
"Now that this is all settled I'd like to reintroduce you to your homeroom teacher. Aizawa, Shota." Nezu nodded at Aizawa. Kria swiveled around in shock.
"Mr Aizawa, this is Kira Kokoa."
Then it clicked in his mind. He knew those eyes, those tired dark eyes. He knew her.
°.•.°•.°•.°
Aizawa stood behind a detective. His twenty third birthday completely forgotten because of the case.
He was currently working under a detective employed at the hero agency he was just accepted into. Aizawa was sort of a "jack of all trades" type. Trying to find out exactly where he fit and sharpening his current skills in the meantime.
The detective he was under was a grim, hardened man. With intelligent yellow eyes and red hair that was fading into a bronze blonde due to age. Aizawa took on his blank expression, waiting for the man to speak.
"This mission is going to be rough. But now's the time to strike if we're going to take them down." The detective said, scratching his beard. "It's going to take stealth. But that's your specialty right?"
Aizawa just nodded. "It won't be a problem."
"Don't be cocky Aizawa, anything could happen in places like this. Keep your eyes peeled." The detective shot him a warning look.
"Yes sir." The young Shota said, kicking himself for seeming arrogant.
"No matter what happens, stay on task."
°.•.°
A lot happened, the building was ablaze. Shota ran with his scarf pulled up over his nose and mouth to try and filter out the smokey air.
He ran through collapsing hallways and dodged burning furniture. He had the hard drive of downloaded information in his pocket. The detective had pressed it into his palm as he slowly died. A large chunk of metal had fallen from the crumbling building and severed his legs. Aizawa tried to drag the man out but he wasn't fast enough.
Now he was the only one on this mission.
He stopped suddenly when he heard something. A child crying out in fear and pain. Aizawa looked around frantically. A kid? In this place? Was this some type of trick?
They had been lured into a booby trap anyways. A bomb going off the moment the detective pulled the hard drive from the computer, the bomb set off a chain reaction that ended up in half the building collapsing.
This could easily be another trap.
But he turned to his left anyways. Following the noise and scanning for the child making it. He ended up in an area that was slightly less destroyed. This was good, he could probably find an exit here if he needed. He turned to a room that had been effected by the explosion. Just half of it was crumbling.
He could see plastic toys and pieces of colored on paper burning in the flames. With building blocks and dolls melting next to a charred mattress.
And there was a child. A young girl with dark eyes and long black hair that was tangled and snagged. She was on the ground with a full grown man fallen on top of her. It looked like he had been carrying her out, likely to take her away before the explosion went off. Running like the rest of the villains.
But they had been too late, the man had died. But his body seemed to have shielded the girl from the rest of the explosion. She was wiggling around frantically, trying to get out from under him. Her hands tied together.
Aizawa hadn't known there were hostages. But still he assumed the girl was a kidnapped civilian.
He didn't waste time trying to figure anything out. The girl cried and whimpered, asking for help even though she wasn't even able to see him. Aizawa ran and grabbed the shoulders of the fallen man. He was just Some minor henchman to the main villain here. The man was heavy and muscular but Aizawa shoved him over and rolled him away.
The girl had a few cuts and bruises but other than that she seemed to be unharmed. She looked up at him with wide shocked eyes full of tears. She rubbed her nose on her bare arm. She was tiny and pale. Judging by her looks he assumed she was six or seven years old. "Help me." She sniffled.
Aizawa grabbed her under her arms and held her against his body securely. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and didn't say anything else. Sniffling slightly into the collar of his shirt.
Aizawa had only saved a few people directly. His career just started out. Most missions or patrols he was simply supporting another more experienced pro. Even when it was just him saving someone he didn't usually make much physical contact with victims.
He was more of a fighter. Stopping robberies and break-ins. Or raiding villain bases and arresting them.
He wasn't used too being the only one saving and protecting one person.
The girl didn't weigh anything and didn't cry out or make any noise louder than a sniffle. At times the silence worried him and he checked to make sure she was still alive. She was, and she would always peer up at him with big eyes. She didn't ask any questions. She didn't say a word.
It was almost like she knew exactly what was going on. She knew he was going to get her out, he didn't even have to say a thing.
°.•.°•.°•.°
He had taken her to a hospital. The girl Complied with anything the doctors and nurses told her to do. She didn't question anything.
She hadn't let Aizawa leave her side. And he didn't have the heart to pull his fingers from her grasp. Her fist wrapped around his two middle fingers tightly.
'I need to figure out her name. And age. And her family so I can get her back to them. But I don't want to ask her a ton of questions, it might freak her out.' Aizawa thought, he glanced down to see the girl staring up at him.
"Kira." She said without much expression.
"What?" Aizawa asked, leaning closer.
"You asked, my name is Kira."
She responded, blinking slowly.
"I didn't-" he stopped himself and just got in one knee beside the hospital bed she sat on.
He decided not to contradict what she said. She wasn't an adult, she was a kid. 'Kids say funny things sometimes.'
"I'm not being funny." She wrinkled her nose up.
Aizawa blinked. How was she... Was this a coincidence or something... Something more than that?
"I want my mommy... C-can you help me? Please?" She grabbed his sleeve.
"Of course I can... Kira." He cleared his throat. He wasn't used to kids. He didn't know how to talk to children. "Why were you there? In that building?" He asked.
She looked away, at the ground. She didn't seem keen on answering that question.
'I can't help her unless I know how she got here. What was a kid doing in a place like that?' He shivered at every idea he had. Each worse than the last.
"They took me. F-from the office. When my parents were gone. The man in the white coat. Then I was in some sort of... Car. It took me away. I'm scared. I want to go home." She said again. "Please take me home."
Aizawa gulped. "S-sure. Where is your home?" He asked. She stared up at him blankly.
"Do you live in a city?" He tried again. Of course she didn't know exactly what to tell him. He had to play a guessing game to figure out what area she was even from.
"Not one with big buildings." She whispered. "But I went to the big city when I got my quirk. To see a... A... Quirkygist." She said, slowly saying the big incorrect term.
'A quirkologist.' Aizawa assumed. Waiting for her to continue.
"That's what I said." Kira mumbled with a frown. "Quirkyogist."
"Do you know your parents names? How I can find them?" He asked, ignoring her odd statement.
"Mom and dad?" She said it like it should be obvious.
"Yes of course." He frowned. "What's your family name?"
"I'm Kira Kokoa." She said, tilting her head.
'Okay, so find the Kokoa family. They've probably already filed a missing persons report if their daughter was kidnapped. It shouldn't be hard to find them.' He thought, standing up. 'I'll have to contact the police about it.'
"Do that. You're right, they're worried." She said, tugging on his fingers.
"...right..." He mumbled with a frown.
'It's like this kid is reading my mind or some shit.' He thought. She gasped and let go of his fingers, looking away nervously.
His frown deepened. Her reaction had been way too perfect. There was no way this was a coincidence. "Hey kid. It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you." He said, trying to sound gentle.
"I can't use my powers." She whispered. "They're bad. I'm bad."
"That's not true." He mumbled.
"I hurt some people." Kira mumbled back, wrapping her arms around herself. "He died. Because of me."
"What happened?" Aizawa asked her patiently.
"The bad guys were asking him a bunch of questions. A-and telling me to answer them, with my quirk... They were hurting him, I wanted his hurting to stop. But when I told them where the money was at... Th-they shot him. Because I told them his thoughts."
She sniffled and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. "My quirk is bad."
"Your quirk is a gift. All quirks are." The man said, putting a hand on the girls back awkwardly. "I'm sorry that this happened to you. But nothing was your fault."
"But I said his thoughts. Then he died."
She stated again.
"It wasn't you that killed him... It was them."
°.•.°•.°•.°
Kira was tightly held in the embrace of a woman with brown hair and glasses pushed up her nose. They were both crying. Aizawa watched the mother daughter pair with his hands clasped behind his back.
He had escorted Kira back to her small hometown. She had been taken five hours away from her home. Which was a small country town by the mountains.
The father had left his family's embrace. He had been the first to pick up the little girl as she ran to them. He had held her so tightly, his face covered in tears.
But now he walked towards Aizawa. Clasping his hand. The man could have been his brother, they looked so similar. The same dark black hair and stubble. Though the child's father was older than Aizawa. His hair grayed in parts and his skin wrinkled around the eyes.
"Thank you, Eraserhead." The man said. He still sounded choked up.
Aizawa tried not to flinch at his stupid hero name. "It's my job. I'm glad that I was able to reunite you. She's a good kid, and I think she'll be fine."
"Thank you." The older man said with a sad smile. He looked tired, but in a different way than Aizawa was. He was tired with worry, Kira had been away for three weeks. Aizawa couldn't imagine how scared the family must've been. The father glanced back at his wife and child. The mother was petting Kira's dark hair and whispering to her.
"Can I speak with you about something?"
The man asked in a lower tone.
"Of course." Aizawa responded, not sure what he could be about to say.
"It was her quirk wasn't it?" He asked. "That's why they took her."
"Yes, from what we can tell. We've tracked down her quirkologist. Managed to get him to talk, he took her and sold her to some lined up buyer. We're trying all we can to find it and destroy whatever system they had." Aizawa said before clearing his throat. "Sorry I don't want to scare you."
"No... I figured as much." The man looked back at his family. "I have to ask your opinion on something. There's only one way I can think of... To keep my daughter safe."
"And what's that?" Aizawa asked quietly.
"Hiding her quirk... Forever."
•A/N•
That was a long ass chapter lol.
Hope you enjoyed Kira's tragic backstory.
Also the student who dropped out of the hero course:
Because frankly... I didn't want to write his gross thoughts. That's all, you're welcome.