the 5 year old Izuku Midoryia was sitting in his room on his bed. he had a coloring book open and a color pencil in his hand. he was coloring a picture of his favorite hero All Might. he was humming softly to the nursery rhyme playing in his ears. "E-I E-I O-!" he stopped coloring for a moment when he heard a scream.

It was very faint to his ears. but he could still hear it. "aaahh!" it sounded horrid. like someone stepping on a cat but 100 time worse. he took out the earbuds out and pressed stop on his music. he heard nothing through the house.

the little izuku got up and tip towed out the door. he was trying not to get caught by his parents. his bedtime had been and hour ago, but he didn't feel tired so he was drawing for some time. he quietly went down stairs. the 4th stair squeaked and he flinched.

"H-Hello?" izu questioned. there was no response. "I wonder what that was. if there's no one here than maybe I imagined it." izu said to himself. he went beck up the stairs and lay down in his bed. falling asleep quickly.

izuku woke up the next morning and went down stairs to the kitchen. he expected some food to be out, but there was nothing on the table. he was used to making his own food sometime.

both his parents had to work early. though they usually left something out. he thought nothing of it and grabbed the milk, a bowl, a spoon, and his favorite cereal, captain crunch. he made breakfast and cleaned up putting his stuff in the sink.

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Izuku got dressed and headed out to the bus stop. the bus lady for his school was always nice. he would sometimes go alone to the bus stop when his parents were working during the morning. "good morning midoryia," the bus driver said. "hi," izu quietly replied. " your parents working early again?" she asked. "yes, I think they are," izu replied.

Izuku stayed quiet as the ride continued. More kids got on from his elementary school. He saw their parents say bye to them. He wished his parents were home more.

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Izuku was a smart kid. He did good in school. He also knew when something was off.

When he got home that evening he could tell something was off. His parents weren't home. They usually were waiting at the bus stop after home.

When they weren't he walk home. When he got home there was no one.

He searched the whole house. He checked all the rooms. He turned on the basement light and fount nothing.

Just some cloths in the dryer. There was nothing here.

Izuku went to the back yard. He checked behind the tree house and in it. Then he checked behind the shed.

This was something that would stain his memory for the rest of his existence

His mom and dad were leaning against the back of the Shed. they were pale and their eyes were closed.

the sight made izuki shiver. He reached our his hand and felt no warmth.

He booked it. He wasn't sure why. But if you were to find your parents dead what would you do? He didn't know what to do, so he just kept running.

Until he broke down crying about 2 miles away from his home. He sat down next to s trash can outside a house. The sun was just about to dip down under the sky. Izuku guessed it was around 9:30.

Izu must have fell asleep. Because he was awoken to a man shaking him awake.

The man was in full black with a little bit lighter color belt. He had a long thin scarf wrapped up and attached to his belt. He had a light amount of small hairs on his chin. He also looked as if he hadn't slept in 7 years.

*Aizawa pov*

Aizawa loved finding cats on his patrol. He would always pick them up and put them in his scarf. He would bring them back home.

He knew his husband would scold him but he could leave the poor things out there.

So he usually expected cats. But what he wasn't expecting was a child. He found the boy shivering next to a trash can.

He tapped the boys shoulder softly. The boy started to steer.

"H-Hello?" The boy asked sleepily. "Hi child. Do you know where your parents are?" He asked softly.

The teared up at the mention of his parents. Note to self: parents are a sensitive subject to this boy. 

"T-they're d-dead," the child muttered tears still streaming down his face.

Oh so there dead. "Will you come with me?" He asked still quiet. He was going to take him to the station.

"O-ok," the boy said he got up and walked to me. He reached his hands out. What!? does he want to be held.

There is still a sad look in his eyes. He'll probably throw a fit if I don't pick him up. He's also unstable. I pick him up and headed off. Wondering what's going to happen to this boy.