*Izuku's POV*

 Aizawa carried me out of the police station and the events of the night caught up to me. My eyelids began to drop and I let out a kitten-like yawn. From the moment he comforted me in the rain I knew that he was trustworthy. It may seem stupid, trusting somebody you've just met, but I had this gut feeling. Over the years since Aizawa has taken me in, I've learned to trust my gut and follow instinct. As Aizawa's gentle gait rocked me to sleep, I thought of my mum and hoped she was happy in her afterlife. 

I woke up laying on a soft bed. I was cocooned in blankets, which were wrapped so tight I found it hard to move, the blankets were soft against my skin. I found it hard to move but I managed to shuffle around enough to see that I was in a very plain bedroom. No decorations adorned the walls or chests of draws. The walls were a dull beige colour which lacked life or interest. All in all, the room looked bare and boring. It seemed as if nobody had ever set foot in it. "Izuku?" a hushed voice came from the doorway, I hadn't noticed the door open, I looked up at the door and saw the scruffy face of Aizawa, more formally known as Eraserhead. At the sight of his face, my memories came rushing back and tears welled up in my eyes. Seeing my damp eyes, Aizawa came over to the bed and placed a comforting arm around my shoulder. "Why don't we go and eat some food. How would you like that?" he asked, his voice held compassion, although it almost seemed as if he wasn't used to expressing it. He looked a bit awkward in all honesty. I nodded my head slightly and Aizawa took that as his cue to unbundle me from my blanket burrito and lead me from the room.

"What would you like to eat?" Aizawa asked me as he looked through his cupboards, they seemed fairly barren to me. "I'm not sure," I whispered, "you can pick something for me.". I heard him hum in agreement as I looked around the room. Like the room in which I woke up, the rest of Aizawa's house was really plain, the only splash of colour seemed to be a photo of a turquoise coloured hair woman whose laughter was infectious even through the photograph. "Who's that?" I asked without thinking. As soon as the question left my lips, my eyes widened in fear and I placed a trembling hand over my mouth. "I-I-I'm sorry. I won't ask any more questions." I cried silent tears streamed down my cheeks in rivers. Aizawa looked at me in alarm, his usually dull eyes were wide and he looked bemused.

"What are you sorry for, kid, it's perfectly natural to ask questions." Aizawa soothed me, abandoning his search for food in favour of pulling me into an awkward hug. "That's my... ex-girlfriend, Emi Fukukado, also known as Ms Joke. It was a mutual break up, you know, we agreed to break up.", he looked at the photo with a fond gleam in his eyes, they were obviously very close. At the time I wondered if they hit each other when they were together to show their love, that's how my 'dad' showed his 'love'. "She'll be here soon, I called her last night and she wanted to meet you. She insists that she'll cheer you up." Aizawa mumbled as he continued his search through the cupboards. 

I was going to meet a new person? I felt anxiety well up inside of me. It pressed on my lungs and blocked my throat. I couldn't breathe. I pulled in ragged breaths and clutched at my chest in an attempt to alleviate some of my inner turmoil. I faintly heard Aizawa calling my name and felt soothing arms circle around my frail body. After a while, I calmed down a bit and gripped onto the arms around me in a vice-like grip. "It's ok problem child. I'm here. Nothing is going to happen to you." Aizawa whispered in my ear. The way he held me and comforted me reminded me of my mother. The thought brought a new wave of tears into my eyes. "What's the matter now, Izuku?" Aizawa asked not unkindly, he continued to hug me and wiped away the tears which managed to escape. "I miss my mummy. Hisashi took her away from me." I cried softly, clinging to Aizawa tighter as memories of my mother's broken and burnt body filled my mind. I could feel Aizawa tense at my words, he clearly wanted to ask me more but decided against it due to my fragile state. "Let's get you to eat something, kid, then we can watch some cartoons," Aizawa mumbled, I nodded and climbed out of his lap in favour of sitting on a brown two-seater sofa.

"Thank you for the food Aizawa." I whispered after I had finished the instant noodles that Aizawa had prepared for me. I had tried my hardest to eat the entire bowl, but a quarter of the way through, I felt as if I was going to throw up. I tried to force the food down to please Aizawa but it seemed as if Aizawa caught on because he told me to stop forcing myself. "Its fine Izu, you can ask for anything, ok?" I had noticed that whenever Aizawa spoke to me he used a soft, comforting tone. I nodded my head, my eyelids began to droop and I fell into a soft sleep, only spurred further into the sleep by Aizawa's comforting presence.

"Awww! He's so cute!" A female voice squealed, waking me from my slumber. "Shut up Joke, he's sleeping." Aizawa's gruff voice mumbled closer to me than the woman's. "She's got a point Shota. This Little Listener is adorable." A foreign male voice attempted to whisper enthusiastically.

I slowly began to open my eyes and saw that I was surrounded by three people. 

I hope you enjoyed part 4 of my Dadazwa story. So far this book is doing quite well, especially in comparison to how my oneshot book was doing when it was on its fourth part. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.