I was sitting in the car in the backseat by myself. Aizawa and Yamada were talking to the doctor one last time, Mr. Yamada said I could go out to the car. I nervously pulled on the ends of my hoodie, still wrapping my head around what I did.

If I hadn't had texted Izuku, I'd be dead. If my… If Keikao would've found me, he would have just left me there. Left me as dead. He drove me so far that I was willing to kill myself…. I almost killed myself… Fuck Keikao. He never deserved any love from me… It's not my fault that mother left.

I looked down at my phone when it buzzed. I unlocked it, opening a text.

Izuku: How are you doing?

I smiled, immediately texting him back.

Me: Feels a little weird. Mr. Yamada and Mr. Aizawa taking me in as their kid? It feels strange to me.

Izuku: Don't worry. You'll fall into a routine soon enough.

Me: I'm glad somebody's confident

Izuku: I'm not confident, I just know that our teachers will be good for you. You're amazing. And you'll prove it to them.

Me: Have I mentioned how awesome you are?

Izuku: Maybe a few times.

Me: :))))

The car door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts. I shoved my phone into my pocket, shutting it off.

"You ready, kid?" Aizawa asked and I nodded slowly.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I spoke quietly, looking down.

"So," Yamada started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "I talked to your doctor and we both agreed… We think you should see a therapist."

A therapist? Seriously?

"… Are you going to make me?" I asked, quietly, resulting in two responses in unison.

"No." Yamada said, calmly.

"Yes." Aizawa said, seriously. "Hizashi—"

"Shouta, we can't make him if he doesn't want to." Aizawa grumbled quietly, crossing his arms annoyed. "All the same, Koruki. We want you to be a good place. Physically and mentally. We got you covered on the physical part. Now we need to work on the mental part. Rather that be a therapist. Or A counselor. Name what you think would help."

They're letting me stay in their home… The least I can do is fix conflict that I don't need to cause in the first place.

"Honestly…" I looked up with a small smile. "Being out of that house… Is giving me such a new sense of relief. But if you think a therapist will help… Then I'd be willing to give it a try."

"That's what I like to hear." Aizawa commented.

I saw Yamada smile and switch on the radio.

"Goddamnit Mic!" Aizawa exclaimed, quickly switching it off.

"Come on! Let's have a little fun!" He switched it on again

"That sounds like a living nightmare." I laughed at their exchange, earning a smile from Yamada.

"C'mon, let's live on some musicals!" Yamada switched to a station, which so happened to be playing 'The Room Where It Happens'

"Nooooo." Aizawa groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"Yessssss!" I exclaimed with a smile, earning a laugh from Mr. Yamada.

Mr. Yamada and I sang our heart out to Hamilton while Mr. Aizawa just shook his head at our antics. Though I could detect the faintest smile on his face.

After the song ended, my phone buzzed again.

Izuku: I love you and your emojis

Me: You better :D

Izuku: You're a geek

Me: Freak

Izuku: Really?

Me: You love me

Izuku: I do

"Is that your boyfriend?" Mr. Yamada joked, causing me to freeze in the moment.

"Your what now?" Mr. Aizawa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend." I shook my head.

"You better not. You are too young for boys." I pouted at that statement.

"Oh, come on Sho! Let him have his fun. If he gets a boyfriend, we should let him." Mr. Yamada laughed, turning onto a street.

"He's a kid."

"He's a teenager. Let him be." Mr. Yamada defended me. "Remember when we were his age and we started dating?"

"Exactly my point, Mic!" Aizawa exclaimed, shaking his head. "We were dumb teenagers!" He paused for effect. "Correction, you were the dumb teenager, and I was always picking up your mess!"

"Oh, some messes you didn't mind cleaning up."

"I beg to differ!" Aizawa scoffed and I laughed at their little spat. "Speaking of messes, I think we should set some rules."

"What kind of rules?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Well, what do you think is a suitable punishment for disobeying rules?" Aizawa asked and I thought for a moment.

"A smack to the face?" I offered, earning a very confused look from Aizawa.

"What? No!" Aizawa expressed, shaking his head.

"No dinner for 3 days?"

Mr. Yamada stopped the car.

"Kiddo," Yamada turned to look at me. "did he force you to skip meals?"

I looked down, ashamed.

"Koruki." It was Aizawa this time.

"It was my own damn fault!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "He told me not to join theater, but I did anyways…."

"Hold up…" Mr. Yamada was serious. "The man didn't allow you to eat for three days because you joined theater club?"

"I mean, yeah…. It wasn't that bad though! Izuku snuck me food during school, I was fine." I argued, earning some concerned looks, along with a hint of anger from Aizawa.

"Koruki…. You understand that this is wrong?" Mr. Aizawa asked, and I slunk in my seat.

"I… I don't know…" I muttered, quietly. "Aren't all Dads like that?"

"Oh, kiddo." Mr. Yamada's voice was the quietest I've ever heard it. "That fact that you don't know that shows just how much you've been through."

"That man, he never once put your feelings before his. Dads, parents do that for their children." Aizawa added and I gave a confused look, furring my eyebrows.

"Really?" I asked, earning a nod from the both of them. "So…. I won't get beaten for joining a club… Or applying to a school or program?"

"Absolutely not."

"It will never happen, listener."

"Oh…" I mumbled, nodding slowly.

"I think one of the first things we need to do it set some rules." Aizawa stated, earning a groan from Yamada.

"Shouta! Don't get the spreadsheets." Yamada whined, earning a glare from the ravenette.

"You're 30. Act like it." Aizawa commented, resulting in a roll of the eyes.

"You're 30, act like it." Yamada mimicked, resulting in a death glare. "So…. You wanna go inside?"

I looked out the window, just then noticing that we were stopped in front of a house. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either.

"This is your house?" I asked in awe.

"Yep. Now it's your home too." Aizawa opened the door and I stepped out, taking everything in.

"Its beautiful." I told them, resulting in a chuckle from Yamada.

"We like to think so. Now, come on. We'll show you to your room." Yamada took the lead rambling about while Aizawa and I trailed the back. Aizawa then wrapped an arm around me, in a fatherly way.

"If you get tired of him, just let me know. He does have an off switch." I looked at him at that statement.

"Really? Where?" I questioned, causing Aizawa to shake his head.

"You're too young for that." He expressed and I smiled.

"I know more than you think I do."

"Yes. And that's what scares me." I laughed at his answer and he motioned for me to walk inside.

As soon as I walked in, I was welcomed by the dining room. It was… Normal. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and nothing seemed scary about it either. I felt something rub against my leg, I looked down to see a small black cat with green eyes.

"That's Kuro. He loves attention and will do anything to get it." Aizawa introduced me to the black tom as I leaned down and scratched behind Kuro's ears.

"Hi buddy… Hey Kuro." I smiled and Kuro meowed back at me. I stood back up and continued looking around.

"You have a lovely home." I commented, earning a smile from them.

"Remember, its your home too, listener." Mr. Yamada spoke up and I nodded.

"Right…" I eyed the little trinkets in the living room, probably Aizawa's doing because they looked normal and didn't pop out.

"Hey kid," Mr. Yamada stood next to me. "you wanna see something cool?"

"Like what?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Follow me." I did as I was told, following him downstairs. I shrieked in excitement when I saw it.

"A recording studio! Wow! This is awesome!" I ran around the room, excited. "All the guitars! Woah, those microphones! But look at that piano!" I admired the black grand piano in the corner of the room. "May I—" He knew what I was going to ask.

"Of course, go ahead." Mr. Yamada granted me permission and I sat down at the chair, starting a song that I know and love with all my heart. I played one of the verses, and even sang along.

"When the sharpest words wanna cut me down…
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out.
I am brave, I am bruised.
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me.
Look out 'cause here I come!
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum!
I'm not scared to be seen,
I make no apologies, this is me."

It was then I noticed that Mr. Yamada came and sat beside me.

"Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in." I smiled as he sang along with me, as I kept up with the music.

"We are bursting through the barricades and reaching for the sun! We are warriors! Yeah, that's what we've become!"

"I won't let them break me down to dust, I know that there's a place for us. For we are glorious!" I stopped playing and Mr. Yamada laid a hand on my shoulder.

"You have quite the voice on you, listener." My eyes widened at his compliment.

Present Mic… Present Fucking Mic, thinks I have a good voice? Oh. My. God.

"Y-Y-You think so?" I asked, earning a nod.

"Have you ever been told that?" I shook my head.

"Well, not really aside from Izuku. And he has to say that he's my best friend. Nobody in theater at my middle school ever believed in me. They all thought I was a show-off, when I just wanted to make friends and be in a club." I played around a bit on the keys, not looking at him.

"Koruki," I looked up at him. "I host the theater club at UA. I think you'd make a great addition." I stared, wide-eyed once more.

Mr. Yamada… Wants me to join… Theater club?

"I agree. It'd make a great use of your time." Aizawa spoke up from behind us.

"Plus, we need more guys in the program. A lot of girls, but not nearly enough guys." I hummed at the thought, tapping my fingers.

"I think I can get someone else to join too." I smiled, coming up with a plan in my head.

"Oh?" Mr. Yamada stood up. "Anybody we know?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you that!" I exclaimed in exasperation.

"And why's that?"

"Because it would ruin the surprise!"

"Oh it would, now would it?"

"Yes!" I laughed in response.

"For God's sake, there's two of them." Aizawa mumbled, shaking his head.

Oh… I'm… In the way, aren't I? I'm taking over their home, Mr. Yamada's studio, I freak out over the littlest thing. Will they throw me out after one attack? They'd be counting themselves lucky if they did, and if they really wanted to, they could ship me to some group home. Oh my god! Can they do that?! Could I really look them in the eye at school if they did?! Would I get kicked out of UA?! They can't do that, can they?!

"—uki. Koruki!" Yamada's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I wasn't in the recording studio anymore. I was on the couch in the living room, Yamada had his arms wrapped around me tightly in a comforting motion and Aizawa was walking towards me, quickly, with a bottle of water in hand. "It's okay, listener… Shhhh…." I shut my eyes tightly and I felt circles being rubbed on my back in a comforting motion. Tears filled my eyes and I choked out a sob. I was shaking, my mind was blank, I wasn't overthinking… But this was so much worse.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" I managed to speak out, I felt my body start to shake.

"Hey, listener, it's okay. It's not your fault…" I felt Yamada run his fingers through my hair, which did calm me down in the long run.

"I'm such a fucking screw up!" I cried into Yamada's chest, him rubbing my back in comfort.

"No, no you're not, kiddo. Shhh…. It's alright…"

I opened my eyes slightly, blurred from the tears, to see Aizawa walking up to me with Kuro in his arms. He placed him under my arm, and I hugged him. Kuro didn't seem to mind, ending up purring in a matter of seconds. And just like that, I calmed down and breathed evenly, petting Kuro's fluffy fur. I leaned and sunk my face into his fur, breathing in his scent.

"You okay, listener?" Yamada asked and I nodded slowly, noticing that I had stopped shaking. I lightly shook off his hand on my back, and he complied, removing it instantly.

I wiped the still oncoming tears from my eyes, which stung from crying.

"I'm sorry…. I didn't mean to freak out…" I wrapped my hands around my arms, looking down in shame.

They'll hate me… Just like he does…

"Kid, do you think we're going to punish you for something like this?" Aizawa asked and I nodded slowly as he handed me a water bottle, which I slowly took a drink of.

"He always did…" I choked out. "He told me that panic and anxiety attacks like this make you weak."

"Is that so?" Mr. Yamada questioned, his voice cold.

"Well… I think your strong as hell." Mr. Aizawa spoke up and I looked at him, shocked. "I do. Anyone can fight a villain, but your own personal demons? It's not easy. And if you can pull yourself back up everyday after an attack like that, then your as strong as any pro."

I looked up at him, my blue eyes still full of tears.

"You really mean that?" I asked, still sniffing through my tears.

"I do. And I never say things I don't mean." He sat next to me, while Mr. Yamada was still on the other side of me.

"Kiddo, we didn't take you in because we felt sorry for you. We took you in because we believe in you." I gave a small smile in response, relaxing my shoulders that I just then realized that were so tense.

"You…. You really do want me?" I asked, earning a nod from both teachers. "Th-Thank you, Mr. Yamada. Mr. Aizawa."

"None of that now. I already told you, you can call me Hizashi."

"And you can call me Shouta. At least at home."

I nodded in understanding, pulling my hair out of my face.

"Can I… Can I go to bed?" I asked, quietly.

"Of course, kiddo. Here, I'll show you to your room." I took Mr. Ya— Hizashi's hand as he stood me up and walked me to my room. My new room.

The room was a light blue color, there was a Queen bed, with slightly darker blue and white sheets. There wasn't much decoration in there, but my stuff was placed in boxes.

"Whenever you want, you can paint your room however you want. We can run to the hardware store and paint it, that would only take a few hours. Shouta and I took the day off tomorrow, so, whatever you want. We can help you decorate; we can do anything you want." I nodded slowly and let out a sigh.

"Can I… Let you know tomorrow?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, sure thing, listener. Whatever you need." He gave me a smile. "Can I hug you?

"Yeah…" I whispered and he wrapped his arms around me in a secure hug.

This is… Still strange. Hizashi, he's like… The Dad that never showered me with any attention or gave me any at all. The only attention I got was beatings… But Hizashi and Shouta have never once raised their hands to me. Maybe… Maybe I could grow to love it here.

"Good night, kiddo." Hizashi whispered to me and closed my door as he left.

I let out a sigh, practically throwing myself onto my bed.

Finally…. I'm alone.

My phone buzzed, I groaned and unlocked it. Izuku.

Izuku: Hey, are you at Mr. Aizawa's yet?

Me: Yeah… I had a panic attack.

Izuku: Are you okay? Do you want to call? I can come over if you need it, or you can come over here. Or we can just text if you need it.

Me: No…. I'm okay. Shouta and Hizashi helped me through it.

Izuku: You're on a first-name basis?

Me: Yeah…. They said I could call them that. At home, at the very least.

Izuku: I guess that makes sense. How are you, really?

Me: A bit overwhelmed.

Izuku: It's a big change. But you'll grow used to it, 'Ruki.

Me: I hope so… I've never felt so alone. But I've never felt so overwhelmed either. I feel like I'm bothering them… They said they're not bothered by me, but I don't know…I know they want to help me. I'm confused, I guess…

Izuku: It's a big change. I wouldn't be handling it as well as you are.

Me: Really?

Izuku: Yes. You're strong, 'Ruki. We've all got your back. Don't worry about a thing.

Me: Thanks 'Zu

Izuku: Anytime. I'm here for you

Me: I knew there was a reason I chose you as my best friend

Izuku: Last time I checked, you feel into a trash can and I pulled you out

Me: Yeah, but I found a banana peel

Izuku: Oh my God

Me: Love you, best friend :))))))

Izuku: Love you too;)

I turned off my phone and put it on the dresser next to me. I got under my covers and laid on the pillow.

This is my new life… Under the care of two pro-heroes who will support me. The best friend I could ask for. I'm in the hero program. Even Bakugou seemed to have been nice to me.

When he texted me, he lacked his bitchy attitude he usually has towards me. I don't know why, but he did. He told me he yelled at everyone in class to call me Koruki or he'll gut them in their sleep. Not the tactic I would've used, but I'll take it.

If Bakugou can be nice to be, I guess I can try to understand what's going on in his mind. In everyone's mind, I guess. I have friends… Izuku, Denki, Shoto. Even Sero and Kirishima seemed to be nice to me. Tsuyu too. I haven't really talked to anyone else… Maybe Jirou? I could befriend her. We have similar interests; we both have musical quirks. We could be friends.

They're nice… And their trying to be my friends. And I'm going to let them. I will make friends and become a hero. I can do both.

My thoughts came to a stop as I let the darkness of sleep overtake me.