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Shouta had learned quickly that the names people called him were different. He was no longer 'Hobo' or 'Quirkless', but 'Demon' or 'Villain'. Even his parents called him that at home, and they couldn't stand to be in the same room as him.

People were afraid of him.

The few people who have had their quirks erased had mentioned that emptiness they felt when their quirk was no longer there, and it made them feel afraid and alone. Yet another cause for him to be hated. Even teachers avoided being around him, and usually let him get away with things that they got frustrated at him for doing before.

His sleeping was more or less undisturbed now. Though he didn't let his grades fall, that would be another thing to add to the list.

At this point, Shouta would wake up, make himself food, go to school for the time required, and head back home or to the park. More often the park, nobody cared where he went really. Though one thing he always made time for, was to visit the children's ward at the hospital.

Dr. Huzou was always there to greet him with a smile.

Dr. Huzou was always there to lift his sour moods.

Dr. Huzou was the one who helped him when he panicked.

Shouta loved being with him.

Then came the day where that invitation went further. Dr. Huzou couldn't always have a kid visiting the hospital for fun, so he gave Shouta times where he could come to his home, and meet his wife. Shouta couldn't have been happier, even if he didn't show it.

So Shouta was walking to Dr. Huzou's house, and wondered what his wife would be like. Would she hate him and his quirk as well? Does she even know about him? Is she a motherly type of person?

Shouta's thoughts ran wild as he walked up Dr. Huzou's steps to his cozy little house. It was cute, a very family like home. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.

After about a minute of shuffling, the door opened. Shouta was surprised to see an older lady at the door. Is this the wrong house?

"Oh. Excuse me. I believe I may have come to the wrong house."

The lady smiled. "Are you little Shouta? I've heard a lot about you!"

Shouta was confused. "I am, did Dr. Huzou tell you about me? May I also ask you of your name?"

The older lady laughed and held the door wider to let Shouta in. Which he did so cautiously. "Of course, excuse my manners! I'm Mrs. Huzou, your doctor's wife!"

Shouta's jaw dropped, he couldn't help it. Dr. Huzou's so young? He couldn't be much older than 25! This lady looks as old as a grandma!

Mrs. Huzou couldn't help but smile at the boy's expression. "It's always quite a shock when people find this out, but believe it. He may not look it, but my husband is 54 years old."

"How?"

"That my dear is something you should ask him."

The two walked further into the house and entered the living room. Two couches took up a bit of the place, with a warm fireplace going, and a coffee table with small treats. A very cozy home indeed.

Shouta sat on the couch with Mrs. Huzou and she offered him a cookie. He accepted it with a simple "Thank you."

While the two were making small talk, Dr. Huzou came walking down the stairs. He beamed at the sight of Shouta and made his way over.

"Young Shouta! Great that you could make it!"

Shouta nodded at the Doctor. "Thanks for letting me come over Dr. Huzou."

Dr. Huzou waved his hand. "You can just call me Mr. Kaname, Shouta. Outside the hospital, there's no need to call me your doctor."

Shouta nodded his head and grinned. "Ok, Mr. Kaname!"

The man nodded is satisfaction and proceeded to sit with his wife on the couch. Something had been nagging him for a while, and he needed to be certain.

"Shouta, how's life with your parents?"

Shouta couldn't help but blink in surprise. That's quite a sudden question. "M-me and my parents are doing p-p-pretty well."

Many would be fine with that answer, but Shouta stuttered, he wasn't telling the full truth.

Kaname Huzou was not convinced.

"Shouta, I wish to know now. You seem so deeply mature and troubled for a 9 year old boy. If stuff is going on, I want to hear it. I think my dear wife wouldn't mind making a tray of brownies while we wait, don't you think?"

Mrs. Huzou grinned, she was hoping earlier to see if Shouta would've liked to join her in making them, but she didn't mind a change of plans. She stood up and hobbled over to the kitchen.

Shouta was nervous, but it was just him and Mr. Kaname now, right? Mr. Kaname wouldn't hate him for anything would he? Nothing is his fault though, so maybe he could tell him a bit.

Shouta bit his lip and looked back at Mr. Kaname. "I-I don't like living at home." He started. "I used to be ignored, but now they downright hate me and are afraid of me. They're no different than all those people at school!" He had to stop, that was enough… "My parents are always drunk, always blaming me!" He's letting too much out… "They've hurt me, called me a demon, you even saw what happened at the hospital." Too late, he knows… Shouta sniffed. "They HATE ME! EVERYONE DOES! BY NOW, I-"

Mouth closed, eyes down. He can't finish that. He won't.

Mr Kaname leant forwards. He rubbed the boy's back soothingly. "By now what Shouta? You don't have to worry, nobody is here except for you, me, and my wife. Nobody is going to judge you."

Shouta leaned more into Mr Kaname. Is this what a father is like? He's seen many with their kids, but his own father or mother was never like this.

Shouta's face was in Mr. Kaname's shirt, but his voice was still audible. "By n-now, after all that p-people have said to m-me, I just b-b-believe it too. Am I e-even normal? Can I even be c-considered normal? I was something before, and now that I know what's happening, I can't help but agree."

You're a demon!

Monster!

A villain!

The quirk of a villain!

The most hurtful ones of all.

You're useless!

A waste of space, of our time and energy!

Stay away from us!

Never use that quirk, ever again!

Mr. Kaname sighed and wrapped Shouta in a hug. "My boy, you are not a monster, or a demon, or even a villain. Don't you ever believe for a minute what these people tell you. You're an amazing kid, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. By the way you were so reluctant, I'd take a guess and say that you wouldn't want to be separated from your life as it is now, now matter how terrible. I wish that weren't the case, but there's not much I could do. So let's make a compromise."

Shouta looked at the man. "A compromise?"

"Indeed. This house will always be open to you, even if neither of us are here, ok? We're gonna get another house key for you so that if you ever need somewhere to lay low or just to get away, you can come here. We'll even start using that small guest bedroom that's been dusting for some time."

Shouta's eyes widened. "You'd do that for me?"

Mrs. Huzou walked back in. "Yes dear, my husband here already sees you as if you were his own kid, and I must say, I agree with his completely. There's always food here, and you could sleep in the bedroom if you are unable to sleep in your own house any night. We see that you've always had to deal with hate and ignorance, but never will you see that here."

Shouta rubbed his eyes. "T-thank you both very much. That's more than anyone's ever done to me. I don't know how I'd ever repay you."

"You know…" Mr. Kaname said slyly. "If you want to repay us, let's drop the formalities hm? From now on, you can call me Uncle Kaname. How about that?"

Shouta couldn't be happier. "That's great."

"Don't forget me!" Mrs. Huzou chimed in. "You can call me Aunt Saki, ok little one?"

Shouta nodded and hugged his new uncle, his new aunt joining the small group hug as well.

Until they heard the Ding! Of the brownies.

As his Aunt Saki ran back into the kitchen. Shouta remembered he wanted to ask Mr. Kaname something. He leveled his eyes to his uncle's.

"Uncle Kaname, how come you're so old, yet look at least half your age?"

…

…

His uncle laughed loudly. "Don't overthink it my boy! I'll let you in on the secret!" He leaned and whispered. "It's my quirk. Slow aging. I'll be this handsome for quite a while eh?"

Shouta laughed along. "That's one way to put it. Though, is Aunt Saki alright with that? Would you be?"

Mr. Kaname looked at him and smiled softly. "We both know the risks and are willing to continue as we've always have. I mean, thirty years later and we're still such a happy couple!"

While the two laughed, brownies were brought over, leaving everyone to start eating happily. A tv in the room was turned on, and his Uncle Kaname chose a show.

A comedy, what a surprise.

They soon finished up the brownies, and they've watched enough comedy to last a life time.

Though, time flies when having fun, and Shouta had to soon leave. He knew that nobody would care if he was out all night, but he figured he probably should get to his own bed before it got too late. His parents wouldn't like him coming home in the middle of the night. Even if they went out of their way to ignore him.

He waved goodbye to the friendly couple.

The friendly couple who had the man become his doctor.

The friendly couple who told him to call them by their first names.

The friendly couple who became his new family.

Shouta couldn't help but grin on the way home. Maybe things were finally looking up for once.

That's the end of another chapter folks! Next time, we'll see just how far Shouta's new family will go for him. He's like the child they never had, and they love him just as much as any parent would. Until then, see ya!