As always...

The man in the security room was keeping a close eye on the basement, making extra sure that the boy, (Y/n) didn't attempt to pull anything. No games, no tricks, no funny business-- that had always been his policy for the patients, especially patient number one. No talking, no whistling, no singing, popping noises, no clicking sounds, no humming, no anything that had to do with the mouth or voice-- these rules were made special for him.

"I can't believe I let myself end up in this hell hole asylum..."

Aizawa was still speaking to the boy, in hopes of getting him comfortable around him. He needed to know this child personally for this to work, and getting that done in such a short amount of time meant asking a lot of questions. The only problem was that this was no normal teenager, and he was unable to answer several of the questions, even the ones about himself.

"You think that this was originally made to be an asylum? Man, they obviously haven't been teaching the newbies the history of this place."

It was a strange experience talking to him, a person who you-- not knowing them at all, know more about him than himself. Age, name, height, weight, other basic things; and yet you could get closer to the answer than he himself a guess. It truly is sad, seeing a person so lost and not caught up, and at such a young age at that.

"What do you mean?"

A young boy so ignorant of everything but the space that he has been kept in for twelve years, never leaving; yet so ignorant of even that place as well. What color is his hair? What color are his eyes? Are you a boy or girl? He believes he is a boy, but even still he could truly know less. Where is he from? What country are you in?

"This is actually a specially made prison. It was manufactured to keep a dangerous child in check."

Amazed and saddened by the sight before him, Aizawa had made his decision. He had to get the boy out of this place before the rest of his life wasted away. He texted the blond, telling him to fill out the paperwork to gain custody of the child.

"Do you know what the ability you have is?" Aizawa asked, expecting the same non-knowing answer.

"Yeah, it's called a quirk, I think. Mine is voice manipulation. It's the reason I'm here..." (Y/n) responded, finally getting to a topic he knew something about.

"Oh?" Aizawa added, even more curious than before.

"Well, I was one of the cases where I was born with my quirk, like someone with a shapeshifting quirk." (Y/n) foretold. "You know how babies tend to cry when they're born?"

"Yes, that's a very common occurrence," Aizawa replied.

"Well, my cries killed everyone in the room except the doctor who was holding me— and that's only because he happened to be deaf. I'm a murderer, I killed everyone in my immediate family except for my father and brother, but they weren't in the room at the time. I'm a killer from the very beginning..."

"No, you happened to be born with a quirk that was destructive, that happens sometimes. But how do you about this and not about yourself?" Aizawa quirked an eyebrow.

(Y/n) looked down, suddenly having very disturbing thoughts come to mind. "My quirk, what it is, and what I did with it. That's what the people at the orphanage drilled into my head."

"Which orphanage?" Aizawa noticed that he was finally opening up.

"No idea, but anyway, why did you come to visit me in the first place?" (Y/n) asked.

"I'm going to fill out the papers to get you out of this place, and then I want you to go to U.A. high."

"What's U.A.?"

"It's a school for heroes."

Heroes... Why does that word disgust me?

"Okay, I think I know what those are. When can I leave?"

"Today. My friend was doing the paperwork while we were talking."

(Y/n) smiled and stretched, getting up from his seat. Aizawa walked out of the door and the boy followed, immediately squinting from the light around him. He looked around in amazement. They hadn't even left the building, but everything looked so different! He had completely forgotten what anything other than that room looked like, he forgot how bright things could be.

Everything he had known was black and grey, it was so dark. There were different... Things around. What was the word for these new things? Not black and grey, like that, but different types of it.

"What are these?" (Y/n) muttered under his breath.

"Keeping a child here like that? It seems kind of messed up, but if he really is that dangerous then I guess it's okay."

Aizawa brought you to the front desk where the blond, Present Mic had finished filling out all the needed papers. You caught a glimpse of what was outside the glass doors and stared in wonder. There were even more of those... things! And there were tall things and small thing and really fast moving things as well! There were people wandering the streets, and some people had smaller things walking with them.

There was this big circle thing that was really bright in the sky, and you had to look away. There were white things that floated in this big other thing that was also a different version of the greys and blacks and whites. The boy had so much to learn now, there was so much he wanted to know about.

"Yeah, they went as far as erasing some of his memories, but there were a few that they couldn't take... It was like they were permanently burned in."

"Thank you for your help, miss. We'll be taking the boy now." Aizawa said calmly.

"That's too bad, but there isn't anything we can do. But we should just ignore the kid, he's not our problem anyway."

"You don't have to thank me, sir. We don't really want him here anyway."

As always...

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