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“In a sense, yes. Like I said, this is a school for children older than yourself. For them to nurture and strengthen their Quirks and become Heroes.”

[Though, Aizawa was sure this boy needed much different help with his Quirk. It didn’t sound like he’d had the proper education on the subject. At least, not the education Aizawa was most familiar with children receiving. It wasn’t too bad, if the boy weren’t older than 12. He could still catch up.]

“What, exactly, did you have in mind?”

Hearing “older than himself” wasn’t exactly promising. Thinking about the fact he may just be told to leave after coming all the way here made his heart race. This man, a teacher, was nice, but it didn’t guarantee him a spot at the school.

[Aizawa had a small frown on his face, but he didn’t want Alex to see that. In his mind, he was wrestling with whether it was best to wait for the morning or contact the authorities now. If the boy wasn’t speaking Japanese now, it was likely he didn’t speak it at all. Maybe his father had moved here?]

“Um…”

[Trying to distance himself from those thoughts for a moment, the Pro Hero focused on where the child would sleep. Aizawa’s living space was fairly bare. His desk, with the computer he did work on, was against a wall. There was a small refrigerator like the students’ dorms, and a bed. Of course, he had his sleeping bag laying next to his desk. Other than that, there weren’t many personal touches or belongings around. This wasn’t an amazing place for kids.]

“If you want to sleep, you can use the bed. Or I could get some food for you if you’re hungry-”

[Aizawa would sleep on the ground. His sleeping bag was comfortable enough, at least.]

He was quite hungry, having not eaten since far earlier in the day, but sharing the man’s residence seemed like enough of a burden. The boy didn’t want to make it worse by asking for a meal.

“I’m okay.” He would, however, take him up on the offer of the bed. Alex went over and hauled himself up onto the mattress, settling on top comfortably upright.

         a  shrug  ,  and  he  slid  elbows  onto  the  table  ,  meeting  the  other  man  in  the  middle  of  the  table  .  his  eye  lay  half  lidded   .  laurette  was  certainly  not  what  he  expected  this  time  of  night  ,  but  he  wasn’t  unwanted  .  anything  but  ,  if  he  was  to  be  honest  with  himself  .  the  elf  was  good  company  , on  any  front  .  (  it  wasn’t  the  alcohol  speaking  ,  hopefully  ) . nicholas  smiled  .  it  was  the  infectious  sort  ,  unable  to  be  contained  .

          ‘ ‘    getting  drunk  .    ‘ ‘  his  tone  was  jovial  ,  and  he  leaned  closer  to  laurette  .  at  that  point  they  might  as  well  be  brushing  noses  ,  how  close  they  were  .  perhaps  he  was  hoping  for  something  similar  to  their  last  encounter  .  well  .  not  perhaps  .  nicholas  was  hoping  for  it  .  he  liked  the  intimacy  he  had  felt  with  laurette  ,  and  he  liked  everything  else  that  came  with  it  .  call  him  desperate  ( and  less  than  sober  )  ,  but  he  was  ready  to  offer  that  to  the  elf  at  this  moment  .

“Want to treat me to a drink?” The response the mage received was a grin, not usually something the elf did, but the alcohol was really taking hold now and it wasn’t as if he hasn’t persuaded a few other men in the bar to buy him drinks already that night.

The room was already spinning a bit and the music from the band in the corner warped as Laurette made his way across the bar, but that wasn’t going to stop him from having a few more drinks before he finally went home.

That was his main focus until his gaze landed on a familiar face sitting at one of the booths, the mound of bright purple completely unmistakable. Despite his better judgement, the small man swung himself into the opposite seat, a bottle of beer in his left hand.

“I’m Aizawa Shouta, but most people know me by my Hero name, Eraserhead.”

[Aizawa opened a door to allow Alex into the teachers dorms.This kid was so…quiet. And if he claimed his father didn’t want him, he didn’t want to think about how life was for Alex before this point.]

“We’re going to where I stay. You’re tired, right?”

“Yes.” Running for so long had been exhausting and the stress of thinking every car moving behind him was someone waiting to take him back to his father had drained his energy.

         a  warm  tongue  pressed  to  the  wounds  the  other  held  ,  gentle  pressure  being  applied  .  this was  .  this  wasn’t  going  to  end  well  ,  to  be  frank  .  wary  eyes  kept  watch  over  the  huddling  body  of  his  son  ,  and  ears  flickered  towards  sound  .  the  sound  of  water  ,  the  sound  of  rodents  ,  and  the  sound  of  crunching  leaves  .  they  were  nearly  overpowering  ,  given  the  situation  ,  but  a  need  to  stay  focused  kept  him  from  breaking  loose  .

         the  pup  needed  him  now  .  he  pulled  it  closer  to  his  side  .  they  were  the  only  survivors  of  …  the  event  that  had  occurred  at  their  den  .  there  was  a  hesitation  in  even  beginning  to  imagine  what  had  happened  ,  visions  flashing  before  his  eyes  enough  to  evoke  trembling  .  a  sigh  as  he  lay  his  head  closer  to  the  one  before  him  .  what  were  they  going  to  do  ?

The pressure on his injuries, though well-meaning, only drew another series of uncomfortable, loud cries from the pup. Squirming and burying his face further into Nicholas’ side, he tried to get away from the tongue cleaning his wounds.

He missed his mother and the scent of their den. Even though he had only just opened his eyes a few days before, he could tell this place wasn’t theirs. His father’s smell was familiar, but not enough so to bring comfort.