You liked living with Aizawa, for someone who was relatively quiet and perpetually annoyed, he made sure you were comfortable and adapting to all the new information you were being bombarded with. He helped the big new world seem a bit less intimidating through his silent care and sarcastic quips. The more time you spent together the more he realized how completely and utterly lacking you were in normal ways of life. 

Hell, you didn't even know what ice cream was. There were a lot of things he wasn't sure how to explain but he was going to make sure you had some kind of foundation of normal life before you could be taken away.

His biggest task was explaining laws, morals, and teaching you that death was more than dying. You were young but he needed you to understand that fact so when he deemed you ready enough to at least go outside, he brought you to meet a family who lost their son to a murder. Getting to see the pain in their faces as they talked helped more than anything else to teach you that killing someone affected people's lives more than you were told, that it was wrong and hurt people in the same way you were when you had lost your only friends.

Though you weren't overly loud, you were a curious kid and you liked to learn. You still struggled with expressing yourself and understanding feelings, Aizawa wasn't the biggest help because he wasn't the most expressive person. You watched movies and the like to see people's feelings towards different situations. Some of them annoyed you but you were beginning to learn. One day you wanted to understand your own feelings swirling inside of you. Although he was ok with you learning to feel, Aizawa was immensely glad you weren't a big cryer, even if learning not to cry was through painful methods when you were little.

You and your dark haired almost 'dad' were sitting in an outdoor training ground Nezu gave you access too so you could train. He was getting an assessment of your skills to see what you could work on together and to see if you were really incapable of using your quirk in non-dire situations. Using it successfully once or twice was nothing, anyone could use their quirk past their potential when in a dire situation it was what you could do normally that mattered.

Having some semblance of normalcy by training, all while teaching you that it was supposed to be fun and not scary, was supposed to help you adjust better and help you connect with your guardian.

"If I'm right, your quirk was suppressed when your feelings were blocked, you couldn't feel what was going on inside of you so it prohibited you from using it for more than causing yourself pain. I'm going to train you to make sure you can use it properly and find your limits." He stood back from you and commanded you to emit as much light as you could. You were able to feel it from the pit of your gut and project it out but it didn't do anything other than glow, you were unable to solidify it or make it take shape but you did produce more than you ever did practicing at home.

When he had a gage of your—pathetic unless trying to be glow stick—baseline levels, he formulated a training plan. Aizawa would make you produce no more than a baseball sized orb and work on shifting it from solid to intangible as well as control the direction and movement. When you became proficient, he'd make you up the time you could hold it before it would negatively react to your body. He wanted to push your limits and having a basic control was the foundation of you (hopefully) being able to do anything more than light up a room.

After training you learned about heated blankets and sweatpants and the world had never been the same.

To train the speed and accuracy of my your, Aizawa released a bunch of foam balls to fall from the sky and you had to try and hit each one with a construct before they could hit the ground. It took months to even work up to 10, but the longer you worked at it the more you were able to do. It forced you to increase your speed, output, and control all in one. Even then, the strength of a solidified construct wasn't that strong, they broke and dissipated easily, it couldn't even hold your bodyweight for more than a second. It was something you were determined to work on for the rest of your life.

***

Along with training under Aizawa, you were introduced to the others who were supposed to help you seamlessly mesh with society...and make sure you have eyes on you all the time. The man that stood out the most was Yamada Hizashi—Pro Hero Present Mic. He was definitely the loudest man you'd ever met and you wouldn't disagree if someone said he was the loudest man on the planet. From all the grumbling Aizawa did the day before you were supposed to meet Hizashi, you were expecting the worst: a loudmouth idiot.

The day you met Hizashi, he ran into the small apartment screaming in excitement about meeting a new 'little listener' and when he saw you, he cooed at how utterly adorable you were. With little self restraint he ran to hug you and you—like any normal 10 year old would—punched him in the face. He stumbled back and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at your unplanned reaction...you were positive Aizawa snorted in amusement. Instead of hitting you back or scolding you, Hizashi laughed it off and from that moment forward you liked the man. He was goody and made you laugh.

Hizashi was your teacher to get you caught up on curriculum for your age. You could read and write just fine, you were advanced in that department but using it for anything practical or application of your knowledge...it was a crap fest. Math was a struggle, Science was fun, and Languages were a breeze, until you had to use them for normal conversation. He also taught the basics of school like how classrooms are set up and what a lunchroom is for. He was a good teacher and his goofy nature was always funny. Watching him tease Aizawa until the man snapped and yet never being thrown out was often the highlight of your day.

When Aizawa and Hizashi were off doing their pro-hero business, you were under the tutelage of Nemuri Kayama, pro-hero Midnight. She was beautiful and she knew it. She taught you more on culture and manners and all things female. Some of which you probably didn't need to know as a fresh double digits kid but she wasn't an R-rated her for nothing. You thought she was crazy.

"[Name], darling, there are things about the world you need to learn as you flower into a beautiful woman and if I left it up to your daddy to teach you, you would never learn the oh so exciting ways of a woman." She had a way of purring out every sentence and making things more exciting than need-be but she was a good teacher.

She helped you find clothes that weren't hand-me-downs from Aizawa. She bought you cothes, lots of clothes. You were her barbie and you were totally fine with it. The biggest thing with clothes were getting them tailored to fit the giant ass wings sticking out from your back.

Under her care you learned how friendship and rivalries worked, and taught you how to cook. Cooking was something you were good at and you loved making food, trying new flavors was still the best part of the modern world. There was so many little things that you needed to learn like how to bow properly, how paying for things worked, what taking a bus was like, why quirks were illegal without a license. Each day felt like your brain was melting.

You wondered why people made things so complicated, sometimes you wanted to slam your head into a door so you never had to learn again. Kayama always said that your "cute little naive outlook on the world and pop culture was adorable and would help me in the future." You weren't positive on what that meant but the way she said it was unnerving. She was kind of creepy when she wanted to be.

***

"LISTENERS ARE YOU READY TO PARTY!" Hizashi's loud voice echoed through the front door as he strolled in with a big white box. He was grinning widely so excited to bribe you for affection, he was positive he found something to make you smile for him. "Man you're going to be so psyched little listener. I got you the best present today! Maybe I'll finally get you to smile at me my sweet little cyborg." He swept you up into his arms and you went limp in his grasp knowing it was futile to resist without actually hurting him. Even though he wasn't brawny like some heroes, he was still a pro and his strength was nothing to scoff at. He wiggled his eyebrows at an unamused Aizawa. "Do you think the little listener is ticklish?"

"No." Aizawa pulled his hair into a bun and rolled his eyes with a sigh at his loud friend.

"Awe man, Shouta what do I have to do to make her laugh?" he was pouting like a man child...he just wanted to make you happy. He knew you didn't dislike him, you would have been a lot more unruly if you did, but he wanted to see you let loose and smile happily like the kid you were.

"Walk into moving traffic." He spoke without missing a beat. There was no real malice in his voice and you couldn't stop the giggles from bursting forth at his dry humor, you liked their jokes. You wrapped your hands around your tummy and laughed, the bright sound making the room seem brighter. Both adults stopped and stared as you laughed. The smallest smile formed on Aizawa's face and Hizashi was practically glowing with joy; it was a breakthrough of epic proportions. Aizawa felt a sense of fatherly pride but he squashed it down as soon as it came. He was not some kind of single father...no...never.

"Yeeaaahhhh I got her to laugh! Little listener, you're going to love me even more when you wee what I brought you." He sat you back on your seat where your math homework was situated before opening the white box. The sugary smell hit you and your lilac eyes glittered with want. The cake was blue with black piping spelling out a 'Congratulations.' "Do you remember what cake is for?"

"Cake is a dessert normally used for celebrations or special events." You tilted your head slightly and stared at him blankly. "What are we celebrating?" Hizashi went into what Aizawa calls his 'wannabe rockstar pose' as he handed you a giant slice of cake.

"Kayama's not here to share the news but we've all decided that you my dear cyborg are finally ready to go to a real school!" You stopped chewing your bite of food and looked between them.

"No." You took another large bite and stayed silent while Hizashi was mentally going through damage control. Nobody expected you to say no.

"What do you mean no? I thought you wanted to go to school. You need friends your age." You raised a brow childishly refuting his reasoning with no more than a glance. Aizawa was proud, he taught you well.

Your eyes went glassy as you remembered Kyomi and Kuro, their death, your fathers last words. You were positive nobody would like you at school and you wouldn't like them, students were confusing and fickle, kids were dramatic and emotional. Dealing with yourself was more than enough. You didn't want to be with people who would leave. You were fine with staying at home and learning under Aizawa, Hizashi, and Kayama(Midnight).

"No, kids are lame and weak and I don't wan't to go to school." They exchanged a glance and started talking in hushed tones. They figured out what you were doing, both understood that you were scared so you were projecting it into just not wanting to go. Aizawa grabbed you like a sack of potatoes and threw you onto the couch, him and Hizashi squishing you between them so you couldn't try to pull an escape act.

"Things are still new for you and after everything that happened with your father and how you are worried about that happening again but the life you were living was abnormal. People make friends and for you, you need to make some. You need to experience the world as a kid not spending all of your time with us." Aizawa used his no nonsense tone, it wasn't harsh but he was dead serious. You were relatively obedient but there were times when he needed to tell you exactly what you were going to do, you were still his ward and he was the boss.

"But-"

"No but's. You know this is mandatory for you not to be locked up. I make the rules, you follow them. You are going to school and that's that." You submitted on reflex, he felt bad at how you seemed to shut down but it needed to be done. With your new feelings of fear and worry he had to make sure you didn't just avoid things that caused that negativity in you. It was a bad habit nobody would let form. You shrugged and he knew you were done arguing.

"Can we get burgers for dinner?" He rolled his eyes, looking away from your puppy dog pout to glare at a snickering Hizashi. The underground hero wondered when he got soft.

"Fine." You gave a wobbly smile, your gut churning unpleasantly at the thought of school and being surrounded by people. There were too many unknown factors and as exciting as that was, it made you worried. You felt useless like you didn't belong there and you hadn't even gone yet.

You were positive public school was some kind of punishment the first time you put on the second-year uniform for your middle school.

Spending your life in loose clothing meant for training and comfort didn't prepare you for the stiff and tight mess that was your school uniform. The uniform was a long black sleeved shirt with a white and black collar and a green tie. You were required to wear a red and green checkered skirt, long green socks, and super uncomfortable chunky and heavy black shoes. The skirt's fabric was pretty thick and slightly itchy. The tie wrapped around your neck was also tight and reminded you of being choked. The worst was the shirt being too tight around your wings, you had to cut larger holes to not feel slight pain on the extra body parts.

You wanted to take it off but Kayama and Aizawa made me keep it on properly while Hizashi took pictures. In the last two years of living with Aizawa, your electric hair had grown longer and more wild. It reached your mid back in a mess of blue curls. When left to your own devices, your hair was in a shitty ponytail or down for the world to see, trying to tame it was more trouble than it was worth most times. Hizashi wanted to put bows in your hair so you let him after Aizawa pulled them into pig tails.

"What are the rules?" Aizawa asked, kneeling down to your hight to make you cite the rules...again. You didn't need getting kicked out on the first day to be added to your already-fun-records. You rolled your eyes like the teen you were becoming.

"No threatening anyone else, no maiming students or teachers, no using my quirk, no being rude if people cry or do anything stupid, no using my metal arm to break things, no eating in class unless I ask for permission, no taking off my uniform or wearing it improperly." You stated tonelessly on purpose, done with going over the so often. Kayama and Hizashi clapped in amusement, Aizawa mumbling how you were becoming a 'cheeky brat'.

"Yeahhh that was all right my little cyborg! You won't get a punishment for not getting something so what are you supposed to do if you don't understand or know something?" You paused, you totally forgot and he knew it, the little shit.

"Say nothing?" They all deadpanned. "Write it down to ask you later or ask my teacher?" You knew it was something along those lines, it was good enough for the easy to please loudmouth so he spun you around. You were still pouting, you really didn't want to go.

Kayama rubbed soothingly between your feathers, nails lightly scratching the skin underneath and if you were a cat you would have purred. You would have taken it as a comforting gesture if she wasn't smirking like a sadist. You shoved her away and looked to see what she did. Aizawa gripped you in his capture weapon when you launched at Kayama. She dumped glitter—the herpes of art—on your wings in her pretend comfort. It would be itchy, hard to wash out, and would make you sneeze if you tried to fly.

"Just a precaution so you won't be tempted to try and fly, plus it's cuter than taping them down." As much as you trusted her, she was a devil and you had taken to annoying one another as much as possible in your love sorta-dislike relationship. You flapped your wings slightly to get some of the glitter off, feeling pleased as all three of them were now also glittering with the silver flecks.

"What the hell Kaya!" Aizawa lightly slapped the back your head at the language. You turned to him with a glower. "Is this reason enough to stab someone?" You were joking—sort of—not really. He slapped the back of your head again.

"No, it's not." He sighed deeply, he was surrounded by children, super powered children. Midnight stalked towards you with a smirk on her red lips. She slowly licked them and winked.

"This is payback for you using my costume for target practice and poking holes in my costume when I said it was knife resistant." Hizashi laughed good naturally if not a bit loud and the bored face of your guardian flickered with amusement.

"It really wasn't knife resistant if I was able to slice through it with no effort." You shrugged, smirking fondly at the memory.

You slipped your hand in Aizawa's as you walked the streets to get to your school, he was going to pull away but decided against it. You were still a kid. There were a lot of people and you didn't really feel like getting lost...actually maybe that would be a good excuse to miss school. As if he could read your mind his grip tightened. It was a little over a 10 minute walk from his flat so it didn't take too long. Him not living directly in the hustle and bustle of the city made walking places easier.

You gaped at the massive building, if it was this big there were going to be a lot of people.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

Before you entered the school, he straightened your bow tie and flicked your nose. You scrunched it up but felt a bit more calm from the action.

"Lets go, we're not going to keep them waiting." He walked through the big glass doors first, you followed him taking in your surroundings. You made quick note of all the exits in your line of sight first and foremost. Once that was noted, you started to see if real school was like in tv. There were bright posters on the walls with announcements of upcoming events, class timetables, and the like. Most of the students looked pretty normal, some of them had physical quirks like animal features or odd skin tones. One dude was unbelievably tall and completely blue.

Nobody was crying so you took that as a good sign, you wondered if people cried less in Japan than they did in America. The last time you were with this many people your age they were all crying.

You and Aizawa were directed to the office of the Principal, just like Nezu, you briefly wondered if he was going to be an animal as well.

He wasn't. He was a big stocky man with a large mustache and horns growing out of the sides of his head. Aizawa shook his hand and you sat in the chairs on the opposite side of him. His dark gray eyes looked over the both of you in assessment, he dismissed Aizawa as a scruffy man...his bloodshot eyes and messy hair tended to have that affect. To him, you definitely didn't look like danger but looks could be deceiving.

"Ah you must be Tenshi [Name], UA's Principal Nezu has spoken well of you so you are a welcome addition to our school. You've never been to school before correct?" His voice was high, definitely not what you expected from such a large man.

"Yeah." Aizawa shot you a look.

"[Name] it's yes sir not yeah." You at least tried to look sheepish at the chastising.

"Yes sir." The man waved it off before he went completely rigid. He weaved his fingers together and set them atop his desk all pleasantries gone. His face was dead serious, you found kinda hard to take him serious after he talked though. It was just so...squeaky!

"I have been given all the non-classified information about your situation. Even under the tutelage of a pro, I want to reiterate that violence is not aloud on the school premises. You have one chance and if you break those rules you will be expelled immediately." You nodded.

"She's got it. I've been over the rules already so lets get this moving. She has class and I have a case to get to work on." Aizawa's voice was pretty demanding, his eyes seemed a bit more red than usual. The guy gulped and nodded, pulling out a folder. Ha, he's a pansy.

"Tenshi you are going to be in class 2-D in the back of the first floor. Everything else your teacher will provide for you. Hand your teacher this folder when you enter his classroom." You wrapped your fingers around the folder before standing up and lowering your head in a quick bow. Aizawa gave you a single pat on your head before heading to the exit, his shoulders slumped and body ready for a nap. You moved through the hallways until finding the door marked 2-D. You were so late.

A/N: Finally school and some more UA characters? There will only be one more chapter of school before finally getting to the UA stuff for reals. Finally Dadzawa makes a splash. man he is so hard of a character to write for. I'm super pumped to write for Kaminari and Bakugou because I have so many Ideas of things they would say. I love you all!