"Let's go to recovery girl"
As soon as those words left their mouths I froze up. The two started talking about how long it's been since they've seen her, leaving me to think.

They are obviously close to "recovery girl", or whoever she was, so she could be someone they're in cohorts with. Possibly their groups healer, by the name, or it could just be a code name to throw me off, but I can never be sure.

All I know is I need to escape.

Anyway, I still needed to feed Kitty, she can die if I don't feed her (A/N he says this from experience). Sadly, I still can't move, meaning I can't escape. Hmmm, how can I get Mr. Needs-A-Shave to let go of me...?

"U-um.... I need to go pee-pee..."
This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done in my entire life. The two men stopped their conversation and looked back at me, I made small tears form in my eyes, like how a seven-year-old might act if they needed to go #1.

Today's been really stressful.

"Oh. Well... we still have about ten minutes until we get to recovery girl... do you think you could hold it?"
I held back the urge to roll my eyes and instead forced more tears to form in my eyes.

"Uwa waAaAAAhhHHHHHH"
I then started crying. Well, fake crying, can't stress that enough. The two idiots seemed startled at my outburst and did nothing but look at each other, wondering what exactly to do.

I (fake) cried harder. Geez, if these two are going to be parents one day then they better know how to soothe a crying child. They're even more idiots then I thought possible.

"H-Hey! Um.... we can—"

"—Get ice-cream! Yeah! Kids like ice cream, right?"
Aww, they even finished each other's sentences, though they seemed to forgot who I'm (fake) crying in the first place.

——-

Well, I'm screwed. After that whole show they rushed me to where "recovery girl" was in hopes of stopping me from letting the salty tears fall from my eyes.

We went inside this huge fortified building and my only hope of escape was doused in doubt. How in the actual fuck would I be able to escape this HUGE ASS BUILDING? I can't, that's the answer.

Might as well buy my coffin now.

We- well Dumb and Dumber walked down a few halls as I was still suspended behind them, I've already let the tears dry. It's hard to continuously cry, okay!

I was starting to get dizzy with how many turns they've taken and there was no sign of the two stopping. They still seemed panicked and kept looking back at me to see if I was still crying, even if I was obviously not going to start again.

God, they're acting like a married couple.

Finally, Mr-and-Mrs-Dunce-Face stopped in front of a door after five agonizing minutes of bobbing up and down in the air while they were running like their tails were on fire.

Annoying fucks.

They practically pulled the door off its hinges trying to open it, revealing a very startled old lady and blonde dude.

Great, more dumbasses.

The one I assume is Recovery girl, based on how she's the only female there, calmly finishing bandaging the boys arm before looking at us.

The couple were panting and looked over all exhausted while I was still behind them with a uninterested expression. It must've been quite the picture.

"Were you two running in the halls? I expected this of Yamada but you Shōta... tsk tsk tsk, so irresponsible. Now what is it you want?"
'Yamada' scratched the back of his neck and 'Shōta' sighed and rolled his eyes before bringing me out from behind him to show to Recovery girl.

"Me and this little rascal got into a fight and he's hurt. Heal him please"
Shōta said, finally setting me down on my feet, free from his hold. I glared at the blonde guy and old lady

"Aw, now, what's your name young boy"
The blonde guy asked, getting up and kneeling in front of me. He was underestimating me, the fucker.

So, I did the only reasonable thing at the moment, I punched him in the face.

He fell on his butt and held his (most likely) broken nose.

"Wow, you've sure got quite the punch"
He said, removing his hand to show his face was perfectly fine. Did he have some kind of super fast self-healing quirk? No, he wouldn't have to have his arm healed then.

Maybe a defensive quirk, like skin hardening or something along those lines, but when I punched him his skin felt normal. So what could it be?

"Anyway, what's your name young lad?"
He talks like some fucking old man, what's up with that, he looks like he's 20.

"As if I'd tell someone as idiotic as you my name, you probably wouldn't even understand the Kanji."
I snarkily replied back, glaring at him even harder. The man started sweating.

"W-well, my name is Toshinori Yagi, but you can call me Toshi, okay?"
Well he's overly cheerful.

Yagi (I'm not calling him Toshi) then seemed to notice my arm, which had been aching during the whole journey, and turned pale.

"Um... is a arm supposed to look like that? Or is it just me?"
I rolled my eyes. As I said, idiots.

"No, that's why we're here, dumbass"
Oh~ I am starting to like Eraser-Head. The old lady walked over to me and gingerly took my injured arm, I winced.

She tsk'd and shook her head before kissing my arm. She kissed my arm. Why? And what the fuck? I could only watch in horror as she pulled away with a trail of saliva following her lips. Ewwwwww get it off get it off get it off!

I thrashed my arm wildly in a futile attempt to get the sticky substance off and screeched

"GROSS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK EEWWWWW HSKFKEBA JFOEPSLGEJSOFKEJJWJSJFJDJEKAKSJDJ- wait."
I tried moving my arm again, it didn't hurt.

I looked at the old lady for an explanation, she only smiled kindly

"Don't curse!"
She whacked me on the head

"Ow! I had a viable reason! Who the- who randomly kissed a strangers arm with no explanation?!"
I defended myself with ease, glad I was able to stop myself from saying 'fuck'.

Her hands felt like fucking knives!

"Hmph! No cursing!"
She repeated, this time with more vigor. I decided to ignore her when the blonde decided to just fucking randomly ruffle my hair. What's up with these people? Ever heard of personal space?

Annoying fucks.

——-

After that whole fiasco, the group of four tried to get me to tell them where my house was, which I didn't have, so I stayed quiet and waited for them to get annoyed enough to just let me leave, which usually happens.

But that didn't happen.

These actual fuckers decided to see if they could find me in the— apparently schools— data base. It apparently had the entire worlds registered person in it. Apparently they couldn't find me. I wonder why.

The sarcasm in so strong (A/N thicc) I can see it. Can these ungrateful bitches just— you know—fuck off? (A/N *glares at *cough* not bff * *is still salty*)

So, my arm was healed, my ribs were healed, and I was perfectly healthy (though a little tired), but I couldn't leave. The "adults" didn't trust me. Apparently I'm too "violent" to be "safe", when the fuck am I actually safe? Especially in this time and age?

Never, that's when.

(A/N I know this is completely off topic but I've been listening to "Stupid and anxious" on repeat all day and my parents asked what I was listening to and I was just like "you wouldn't get it" and they looked at each other frantically and said at the same time "oh no, she's going through that phase" before getting up at the same time and fucking booting it the fuck out of there. I swear to god they practiced that and I actually can't believe they predicted I would go through whatever that phase is.)

So, they called in the schools principal— a fucking rat —to ask about me. He replied 'just keep him at one of your houses until we find his parents' to which I scoffed at. Like hell I would stay at one of these fuckers houses.

They're strangers. Ever heard of stranger danger? Good, because I don't really know what it means besides punch whoever the fuck was trying to sell me "anger management classes" and "therapy sessions, you really need them". Retards.

(A/N I'm just rlly salty and idk why)

So. They argued for about thirty minutes on who would be fit to take care of the "baby boy" to make sure he doesn't die. Like hell I would die that easily.

Eventually, they decided on Eraser-Head's and Present mic's house. So they were a thing.

I was actually fine with this decision. I knew I wouldn't get out of this situation unless I went with one of the fuckers, and so far Eraser-head was my favorite. He seemed chill.

Well, you know, when he wasn't picking you up on the street.

So, that was how I got stuck at two extremely gay people's home.

——-

So. Yup. My life sucks.

I've had to stay at the parried couples house for a entire week before the rat called us back to talk. I already knew what was coming, so I wasn't surprised when the rat shit proclaimed I was unregistered.

At the time, I thought I would finally be let go to live on my own.

How wrong I was.

~~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~

"So, you're trying to say—"

"—this beautiful young boy—"

"—is unregistered?!"

Why did they have have to yell that? Now the whole worlds gonna know I have a sucky childhood and look down on me. Assholes.

Let me tell you something, while I was staying the week at Mr & Mr's house they, apparently, got like, super attached to me. It started with the way I got ready in the morning, then the way I cooked (which neither of them could do), then how I brought home five stray cats on the fifth day. Of course, I've secretly been taking care of Kitty, the others just followed me home— I mean... not-home?

Yeah, not-home.

Anyway, basically now the couple sees me as their child and I'm also not allowed to leave the house with anymore tuna. (A/N now I feel pumped bc I'm listening to "if I had a diamond heart" and like idk why but I feel like this relates to Todoroki so much)

Pfft, they don't need to know I've been sneaking milk out. Not at all. Ha.

So, you can imagine why the couple- I can say parents in my thoughts- freaked out when they found out I- their sweet baby boy- was never registered.

"Yes, now, if we could do a DNA test we could-"
The poor rat was cut off by a still raging couple.

Everyone seemed surprised at how much I've connected with my parents- shhh, they'll never know -over the one measly week I've been  with them. I honestly did nothing, I think they were just looking for a child (based on the fifty or so orphanage home pages open on their computer I may or may not have looked through).

Looking for a child so old, I don't think those old men would be able to keep up with the young people of today.

Well, my parents are still raging, been about five minutes (since I was having a flashback inception inside my brain), and the other people in the room are now looking at me for an explanation on my parents strange actions.

I only shrugged back and continued watching their flailing limbs move through the air, almost gracefully. It was like a dance, if you counted screemo as dancing music.

I sure as hell do.

Well, eventually my parents calmed down enough for the rat to continue whatever the fuck he was saying, everyone was still looking at me until he cleared his throat.

"Anyways, as I was saying, if we could take a sample of blood or dead skin cells we could register you right now, then put you up for adoption in a orphanage or foster home. That's the most reasonable plan of action, but, based on our lovely heroes reaction to you being unregistered, I don't think you'll be put up for adoption for long."

During the rats speech, I had a array of emotions flash though my mind, fear, sassiness, more fear, anger, sadness, and not surprisingly, happiness. I mean, my parents bonded with me, why wouldn't I bond with them?

(A/N lmao took a break here and forgot to turn off my music. Went for a walk with my dog, came back, the fucking Naruto soundtrack was playing full fucking blast across my whole fucking house and my parents were fucking NARUTO RUNNING AROUND THE FUCKING HOUSE and then I woke up. The fact I was walking my dog at 2:30 fucking am probably should've been my first clue as to what tf was going on)

——-

And that's how I got adopted.