Eeeeeeeeeey peeps! My name is HolyAppleFruit, as you can tell, and I'm making a new story!

I've recently been readin' some BNHA/MHA (Boku no Hero Academia/ My Hero Academia) AND! I found a recent fanfic about Dadzawa fanfic with Izuku/Deku as his biological father/adopted father.

I.

Fell.

In.

Love.

I'm a sucker when it comes to these kinds of fanfics, so I was like... I'ma make this happen for you guys and make a fanfic of Dadzawa and Lil' Izuku. Now, the plot of this story is NOT gonna be the same as the original anime/manga (That I haven't read yet but will soon, I promise ;^;)

I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this Lil' story for you guys! I'm not confident when it comes to my writing skills, so I appreciate all of those who comment nice things to me! It warms up my heart.

Anyway, ON WITH THE FANFIC!

HolyAppleFruit Outies~ ^v^

(Btw, this is Third-Person POV)

Chapter 1 - The Broken

Third Person POV

Nothing could calm the sobbing green-headed young boy as he ran through the colored streets filled with people.

His dark-blue shirt that had an All Might symbol on it was ripped and dirtied, there were even faint splotches of blood covering him. His tan khaki shorts were also dirtied, with the same substances that were left on his bloodied shirt. His curly green hair swayed against to cool night breeze as he ran through the streets, trying to find at least some type of hero that could help him.

But the air was going thin the longer he ran. Lungs felt like fire everytime he breathed in, but he didn't care. All this 4-year-old wanted to do was run and try to get help as fast as he could.

Emotions were pushed aside from everything else, the only thing he felt was hard, cold, fear and anguish.

Fear of the thought that he wouldn't make it in time to save his mother...

Anguish at the thought of his first thought became a reality...

But who could blame him for feeling these things?

He just watched his mother getting punched and kicked by unknown people. Watching as low-class villains beat her, laughing maniacally as they watched her form into a fetal position, trying to protect her body from the harsh kicks and their use of quirks that were directed towards her. She didn't seem to care, all she seemed to care about was trying to protect her baby Izuku from those cruel men.

He could still remember her screaming out to him. Telling him to run and get help...

Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Izuku kept on running through the streets where it was somewhat crowded with different types of people. Some rich, some poor, and some just regular citizens. But they had no interest, as the young boy begged people to help him. They only pushed him away, telling him to go somewhere else with his nonsense.

Desperately trying to find help, he just kept on running, not staying long as people didn't even give him a second glance when he begged for help. His running was short lived as he bumped into something that was soft and smelt like...

Ramen noodles?

Midoriya felt a soft yet firm grip on his shoulder. He looked up towards the source, to only look into the familiar face he rarely saw on tv.

Eraserhead...

The young hero had black shoulder lengthed hair that draped over his shoulders. His capture gear - which looked like he just rolled around bandages around his neck like a scarf - Was dangling as he looked down at the young curly-haired boy. He was wearing what looked like a baggy-black jumpsuit with black army boots. One last feature was his caltrops: where he keeps his set of ninja tools.

"-d..."

Eraserhead wasn't a well-known person like All Might, he was more of an underground type of hero.

"-id..."

Trying to lower his awareness of others.

"DAMNIT KID, SNAP OUT OF IT!"

Izuku jolted out of his thoughts, seemingly noticing that the underground hero was now kneeling before him, his hand still firmly gripped on his shoulder. A little more firm now that the young boy thought about it. Memories came flooding back as he remembered why he was running in the first place.

"My mom!" He shouted, tears streaming down his freckled face. "M-m-me a-and my mom w-were walking before we w-were attacked b-b-by villains!"

The hero's hand seemed to tighten slightly, "Do you remember where you last saw her kid?"

Midoriya shook his head ecstatically before pointing towards the direction he last saw his mother's bloodied body. Midoriya felt thick pieces of fabric wrap around his body, giving him a warm safe feeling throughout his body. It was odd for the young boy. The only time he felt safe was when his mom would wrap her arms around her little boy's body, either laughing or crying for the youngin. Not that Midoriya minded the sense of comfort, he was pleased by it actually. To finally feel something other than sadness and fear. But that comfort could only do so much for the green-haired boy. The pain was blocked most of his emotions, causin' the young mind be clouded with depressing thoughts of his mother he cared much about. He would gladly trade his life of his own to keep his mother alive.

But sometimes...

It's the other way around...

'Please be safe mom..' Izuku thought to himself.

"Show me the way kid," Eraserhead spoke. Again, knocking the young boy out of his thoughts.

The boy could only nod his head. Satisfied, the hero made a crouching pose, readying his jump. With enough strength, he pushed his way up, making him go through the air before landing on a random building. Making sure his grip on the kid was secure enough that he wouldn't fall, Eraserhead ran his way to where the kid directed him.

Third Person POV

When Aizawa arrived at the scene in front of him, it made his stomach turn.

In a darkened alleyway that had hero posters on the bricked walls, was a petite green-haired woman whose hair was straight was lying in a puddle of blood, sprawled out on the concrete ground, the front of her body facing upwards. Her clothes: a white t-shirt, pink cardigan, and a darker shade of pink knee-length skirt were coated in blood; the same with her hair. Her eyes were half-lidded, with only the whites of her eye visible. A little stream of blood was coming out of her mouth.

In other words, the scene in front of the hero's eyes looked like it came out of a horror film...

"MOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Aizawa could feel the kid struggle against his capture gear, desperately trying to reach out to his mother. The curly-haired boy's eyes were transfixed on his mother's body, the absolute pain was as crystal clear in his emerald eyes; that were bloodshot from all the crying.

The hero could only cover the young boy's face with his hand, trying to protect him from the gruesome sight in front of them. He could feel the kid's hot tears against his hand, making Aizawa feel even worse than he already felt for the kid.

Eraserhead, or Aizawa, usually hated kids whenever he met one. They were noisy and obnoxious beings. Because of this, be could barely get enough sleep to patrol the area in case of an attack. Another thing was their messy habits, leaving their toys all over the floor, not even bothering to pick it up; having crumbs on the couch from their earlier snack was another issue Aizawa would rather avoid in his already semi-busy life.

Granted, there were some kids who were the complete opposite. Those types, he didn't mind as much. Now that he thought about it, it sounded kinda douchey and picky.

"M-M-MOOOOOOOOOM!"

The boy's screams caused more sympathy for the kid.

Aizawa grabbed his phone, dialing a certain someone's number.

He heard a click, signaling that they picked up the phone.

"Hello? Aizawa?"

"Naomasa, hurry and bring down the police force and the ambulance."

"What happened," The detective's voice turned serious, notifying that he had Aizawa's complete attention.

"I found a kid crying, running down the street, asking people for help. I went up to him to only find out he and his mother were attacked by low-class villains." His voice turned colder, when he told the detective the next part, "When I arrived at the scene, the damn kid's mom is lying in a puddle of blood; no trace of villains."

A sigh could be heard on the other side of the phone, "I'll get the police force and inform them of the situation at hand. You still have the kid?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Keep him away from his mother, and try to calm him down until we get there."

The detective hung up before Aizawa could respond. Sighing, he put his phone back in his pocket. He went back to the previous conversation he had seconds ago, remembering what Naomasa had said to him.

'Calm the kid? How the hell would he do that? He barely had any contact with kids, especially when it came to them crying. Granted, he helped kids find their parents before they could get kidnapped, but they were never as bad as the kid before him...'

He groaned, hated how this night was turning out. It was surely going to affect his sleep; not that he got much sleep anyways, but it would make him lose an hour or two of sleep from constantly thinking about the kid and his mother.

A large hiccup broke him out of his thoughts. Bringing his gaze down towards the un-named kid, he found he wasn't struggling anymore, but holding onto his clothes like it some type of life-line. Aizawa moved his hand away from the kid's face, putting it on top of the boy's head, awkwardly patting his head much like you would to a puppy. He turned around, heading out of the alleyway so he or the kid could see his mother's body.

Hesitantly, he stood the green-head on the ground, removing his capture gear from his body. Slowly, he crouched down to be near the kid's eye level. Eraserhead put his large hand on the boy's shoulder, gaining the young boy's attention.

Aizawa talked in a soft but sturdy voice, "What's your name kid?"

"M-M-Midoriya," He hiccuped in mid-sentence, "Midoriya Izuku..."

"Alright Midoriya, tell exactly what happened before you and your mother were attacked?"

Izuku whimpered at that question, remembering how his mother and he were peacefully walking home after getting groceries from the nearby supermarket. How he heard her scream when she was pulled into a nearby alleyway. He ran after his mother, to only see her on the ground with three men surrounding her.

He didn't want to tell the hero what happened.

He didn't want to remember all the things his mother had to go through.

But he had to. He wanted the pro hero's help to bring down the guys that killed his mother.

With hesitance, Izuku began to speak.

HAAAAAAA! I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER!

Hoped you guys liked it, took me 6 hours to write this trash...

And I know, I know, Aizawa seems a lil' out of character, but I personally think it's hard mimicking a character that's not your own, but I think it turned out oke...

Each chapter will be 2,000 words long, so they're pretty short! That's why there'll be A LOT of chapters... I think. Just to inform, I am also traveling with guys while reading/writing this fanfic. I mean, I know the beginning and ending parts and the plot, but I might change them down the road, so yeah...

Anyway, hope you like this story so far, and review and say if you wanna see more!

HolyAppleFruit Nighties~ VwV