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name: Claire okonjo. Description: First edition.[2024], anime: MY HERO
ACADEMIA/BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA. Summary: struggles to recover and
survive, six year old homeless, helpless “???” tries to find her way. being
abused is not the deal, finding a new life to it is. Subjects:Emotional
problems—Fiction. | Survival—Fiction.— | Abandoned children—Fiction. |
abuse—Fiction. | Homeless persons—Fiction./ Social Issues / Physical &
Emotional Abuse (see also Social Issues / Sexual Abuse).

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actual. Fake body alert….
 A NEW
BEGINNING
…..

Chapter 1.
If they like me,
they’ll take me
home.
 ….……

A ll I could see were lights. Lights, lights, and more lights. I heard
noises, lots and lots of it. They All stare at me, like im the main attraction.
Like a baby seal, I’m all white. My name is Eri, that’s all I can remember.
My arms are thickly bandaged, My thighs are wrapped tightly, too; white
thingy’s peeks out from my little hospital gown. I have no mummy or
daddy, no guardian, nobody. I was captured by the L.O.V, an organization
who used me for experiments and exploits because of my quirk. I don’t
know anything, How I got in this new environment, how im still alive, why
im still alive…. its all just a coincidence…

The good guys who rescued me were a lot of people. The hero’s, the
students…. I was bathed in menthol cigarettes and the flat stink of dust
and dirt. The first person I looked at was a boy, A young boy with green
hair. His hair was a curly forest. He said, “don’t worry Eri, you’re safe now.”
There was a big bad fight against the heroes and villains. I don’t know how
I came into the equation But: I remember the stars that night. They were
like salt against the sky, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark
cloth. That mattered to me, their accidental beauty. The last thing I
thought I might see before I died on the cold, wet alley…

…..
The people there tried to get me to talk. The boy with the green hair was
accompanied with another boy with blonde hair. he looked goofy, Blue big
eyes. Green boy gave me his hand, I pulled back. Green boy spoke.“shh..
its ok, we are the good guys, were not gonna hurt you…”.
 Once I heard those words, I couldn't control my tears. Not because
melting, put because its pain, that sentence sounds like pain. that’s exactly
what the L.O.V said to me. Once I began to cry, everyone around me got
worried, they all felt bad for me. I covered my face because I was scared,
Im not used to affection at all….
Out of the blue the blonde haired boy tried to touch me but green boy
stopped him. I looked up at goofy blonde boy, then the rest of the other
people around me. They want to know What’s my story. They keep on
telling me things are gonna be fine, They keep on telling me im safe here
at U.A. I hear each and every one of their voices. The boys, girls… the
teachers, the hero’s… Affectionate words spill from them, the good words,
they can’t stop. Their comments are eating them alive, turning them inside
out. They cannot stop talking. I cut all my words out, My heart was too full
of them, I couldn't speak.

I was still crying. Green boy tried to console me, goofy blonde boy, and
others. Goofy blonde boy spoke.

“you are safe now.. cmon, how about you tell us youre name? Lets start
small… im Mirio.. nice to meet you..”.

He brought out his hand, I noticed and I cleaned the tears off my face. No
one has ever been this nice to me genuinely. I brought out my hand to
touch his hesitantly. My hand was out cold but when I touched his, I felt a
sense of warmth.

“see? Its not that bad. Now tell me, whats yours?”

I muttered. I tried to speak but something is holding me back. I don’t

know what, but its strong. I stumbled on my words.

“Im Eri….” I said, stuttering.

Goofy blonde boy smiled at me, or preferably, Mirio. I was still paranoid. I
was shaking in fear. I didn’t know what to do. I want to trust them, but
something is holding me back. The trauma keeps replaying in my head like
a vintage VHS tape. I can still remember every single detail on what those
monsters did to me. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at them again, I tried
my best to stop crying.
“hey its ok, you’re with us now, there is no need to fear”, Mirio spoke.
“we are not gonna hurt you. Just breathe for us ok? It would help with the
anxiety” green boy spoke.
I let out a deep breath to calm myself down.
“see? Its easy, just breathe. Take you’re time, we wont rush you” green boy
spoke.
After a while of breathing I was finally able to calm down, I could feel my
blood pressure getting lower, I was finally sane.

“we are gonna take you to the infirmary now.. it’s a place where they are
gonna take care of you.. you seem terribly hurt.. can you take my hand?
please don’t worry, it would be all ok, you don’t have to be scared..” Mirio
said.

I hesitated. Fine, I thought to myself. If I grab his hand my life would

change for the better but if I refuse, my life would stay the same, so I had
to accept his offer, before its too late.well, I had no other choice. I grabbed
his hand and both of us walked there, with green boy and the others
following us. We arrived and I was told to sit on a kiddy-sized chair. I was
pretty short for a six year old, and people made fun of me because of it,
but that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that im finally safe.

They patched up my wounds put me on drip. Drip.. drip.. drip… those

sounds were made. I was pretty weak and dumbfounded, helpless and
abandoned, I couldn’t do anything. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
I closed my eyes but before I fell asleep, I heard chattering, and a really
deep voice. That voice caught me off guard. It made me think, it reminded
me of that evil man, but hes far away, he cant reach me now..

“let her sleep, its been a long day for her..” he said..

I finally let myself pass out… as I slept, everywhere was quiet, the room was
empty. Well, I thought it was. I could tell, that man that talked was in the
room with me. The way he dressed made me realize everything was synced.
Long black hair, a frowny look, very handsome. I was sleeping but I felt
awake. I could see him staring at me. I brushed it off, it didn’t matter. All
that mattered to me was my sleep, I finally let go.

….
After a while I woke up. I discovered it was morning already. The
man had left me all alone, no doctor or nurse was with me.The room was
dark, the lights were off. I sat up on the hospital bed. I looked at my drip, it
was halfway done. How did I end up here with such nice things? How am I
still sane after what those villains did to me? What is the point of all this???
my brain was frozen at the moment, I was lost in thought thinking about all
those circumstances. I didn’t know what to do, I was helpless, hoping
someone would help me. I disconnected my drip and jumped down the
bed. It was high, so I scratched my knee when I came down, it didn’t
matter to me. The door knob was the same. I reached up at it to open the
door. I peeked through. I saw lots of students around the halls, I heard
lots of chattering and loud noises. I shut the door immediately. I could feel
my anxiety rising up again, I felt I had a panic attack… I ran back up to the
bed, hiding under the sheets, I waited for it to end. I heard a creek against
my door. It opened. I peeked out the sheets to see who it was. It was green
boy and Mirio, they came to see me, They were holding food in a tin foil
tray…
I was up at 8’oclock. I was drinking lukewarm tea or watered-down juice. I
had a lot of time to scrape cream cheese on cardboardy bagels, shove pale
eggs in my mouth, and swallow lumpy oatmeal. Green boy smiled at me as
I rushed my food. He looked at Mirio and they both giggled. “looks like
you were really hungry huh?” green boy spoke. I ignored him, still eating.
When I was done I let out a huge burb. They were both surprised by that.
What can they say? I was literally starved by those villains, what do they
expect? I flopped back down on the bed. Green boy said I have to get fully
healed before I can start moving around again. Mirio said the heroes are
trying to find a little bit of history about me. I was pretty young, I didn’t
understand a thing they said.
“oh, im sorry, I haven't told you my name. Im Izuku Midoriya, and you’re
eri right? Nice to meet you.” green boy spoke. I think I’ve heard that name
before a bunch of times, but I cant remember it. Izuku brought out his
hand just like Mirio did. He smiled at me, I shook his hand timidly. For
some time they were blabbing to me, asking so many questions, trying to
get words out of my mouth. I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t
understand. Anything they asked I just shrugged it of.
“ where did you come from?”
“what’s you’re quirk?”
“are you ready to tell us you’re story?”
All those questions, I didn’t answer anything.
They left after some time. I didn’t want them to leave, I needed company.
I hid back under the sheets, it smelt like strawberries. Suddenly I heard a
knock at the door. I got out and looked at the door knob. I quickly hid
back under the sheets because I didn’t want to be seen. The door opened,
it was one of the nurses.
“Hey dear.. its time to get ready for the day”, She said, taking me by the
hand. I didn’t have any clothes at the time so I was given this blue button
up gown from the lost and found, also with some other clothes. An orange
sweater, a red jumper. I looked at the mirror. Cute, I said to myself.
“ do you like it dear? it looks pretty good on you..” she said. I nodded after
her response. By eight-thirty I was taken out of the infirmary. that’s when I
had a proper view of U.A. its really big, I didn’t expect that. Maybe I didn’t
see yesterday because I passed out during my rescue. I was able to walk
properly, but still had a lot of bandages on me. As we walked down the
hallways, so many students were staring, it got me nervous. I was hiding
behind the kind nurse lady as we walked around. Finally, we arrived to a
room. She opened the door, and that’s when I got really anxious again.
green boy, Mirio, and other people were there. That man I saw yesterday
was there too. What is going on?! is this some kind of joke? I hate crowds,
they scare me to death. Once the nurse left me there with those guys, the
pity-party starts. the affectionate words spill, the compliments spill, and
some people hiss and tick, but I just sit, sit, and that awful blonde boy,
mean and bad, I don’t know his name, and im not planning to know, with
the evil smile, he says, Will you talk today, Silent Sue? I’d like to hear from
Silent Sue today, wouldn’t you, Mirio? Mirio tells him to knock it off.

“aww… shes so cute!” a girl with brown hair spoke. I looked up at her.
You’re cute too, I said in mind. She reached out her hand.
“I’m Ochaco Uraraka, but just call me Ochaco ok?” she smiles.
I nod. Others wanted to introducing themselves too.. There are so many
blonde boys, I can’t keep track. Others boys that have weird hair colour
combos, girls too. It was confusing. I can’t even remember all they’ve said.
I look at the corner to see the man again. He stares at me. He looks so
scary. He holds onto the scarf big gray scarf on his neck.
“Give her some space a bit. You wouldn’t want to overwhelm her.” he said.
Suddenly, the students backed up. Its like he could notice I don’t like
crowds. I looked back at him again. A small smile shows up at the corners
of his mouth. Hes like me, he doesn’t smile…

……
That was how it was everyday. I have a routine, it became a routine.
Meds come after meet and greet, then Quiet, then lunch, then Crafts,
then Individual, which is when I sit with the kind nurse lady and cry some
more, and then at five o’clock there’s dinner, which is more not-hot food,
and more mean blonde boy, because he hangs around the premises at
noon: Do you like macaroni and cheese, Silent Sue? When you getting
those bandages off, Sue? And then Entertainment, I basically watch TV.
After Entertainment, there is play time and more crying. And then it’s nine
p.m. and more Meds and then it’s bed. I don’t care, as long as There’s
food, and a bed, and it’s warm, and I am inside, and I am safe. My name is
not Sue. Eri is really short for her age, twig-like scars run up and down her
arms and legs.

Sometimes I can’t breathe in this nutty place; my chest feels like sand. I
don’t understand what’s happening. I can’t understand the clean sheets, the
sweet-smelling bedspread, the food that sits before me in my hospital bed,
magical and warm. I start to panic, shake, choke, and Nurse lady, she
comes up very close to me in my ward, where I’m wedged into the corner.
Her breath on my face is tea-minty. She cups my cheek and even that
makes me flinch. She says, “Little one, you’re with your people.”

The room is too quiet, so I walk the halls at night. My lungs hurt. I move
slowly. Everything is too quiet. I trace a finger along the walls. I do this for
hours. I know they’re thinking about putting me on sleepy Medicine after
my wounds heal and I can be taken off antibiotics, but I don’t want them to.
I need to be awake and aware. He could be anywhere. He could be here…

My hair still smells like dirt and concrete, attic and dust, makes me feel
sick. How long have I been here? Its only been a day and it feels like
months.. days.. years… I am waking from something, From somewhere, A
dark place. The bulbs in the hallway ceiling are bright, it hurts my eyes. I
peek into the rooms as I walk, students that got into bad situations fill those
rooms. no glass, no razors, no explosives, no child abusers, only soft,
spoonable food, and barely warm tea. There’s no way to hurt yourself here.
I feel jangly and loose inside, waiting at the nurses’ station, drumming my
fingers on the countertop. I ding the little bell. It sounds horrible and loud
in the quiet hall. I hear footsteps around the corner. I didn’t mind, I was
still waiting for the kind nurse lady but then I see a huge shadow behind
me. I get scared, I start to quiver. Is it him? It cant be, he’s gone, he cant
hurt me, he cant find me, because im safe.. I wont have to deal with him
anymore... hes gone. gone, gone, thank you. I was a bit overwhelmed, I
was over thinking too much, Its was just that man again, with the grumpy
look on his face. He rounds the corner, his mouth full of something
crunchy. He frowns when he sees me. Mr. Grumpy pants is a pro hero,
but teaches at U.A, he works undercover. He’s holding a bag of chips.He
only likes pretty girls. I can tell, because Eri is very pretty, with her short
skinny legs and big red eyes, and he’s always smiling at her. She’s the only
one he ever smiles at…
He stands in front of me, hes so tall. he pops a chip into his mouth.

“ Hey you?” he says.

salty bits fluttering from his lips to his Grey scarf.. “What the fuck do you
want at this time of the night? Go back to bed kid.” I take the pad of sticky
notes and a pen from the countertop and write quickly. I hold up the sticky
note. HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN HERE? He looks at the sticky note.
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. A day, why?.” I write, “WHEN WILL I
FIND MY NEW HOME? WHEN WILL I HAVE A MUMMY OR
DADDY?”

Once he saw those words he felt pity for me, which I hate. I frowned at
him as he gave me that pitiful look. He bent down to my level and touched
my hair.
Youre mum and dad are dead
“look kid, we don’t know about that yet. We are still trying to find history
about you, but for now you’re gonna stay here at U.A. everything is going
to be fine.”

I looked down. I hate hearing those words. “everything is going to be fine.”

so many people have told me those words before, I don’t even know who
to trust anymore. I start to cry. My tears look like glucose. transparent,
thick, and shiny. My big red eyes looked like they were about to pop out
of its sockets. This place feels like hell, I was lying about what I said before.
I actually hate it here. No freedom, no movement. I’m forced to do a
stupid routine which seems like forever. I thought I would have a better life
here I am.

“hey hey hey, calm down..” he said.

I didn’t care. I just wanted to leave but I cant. I will have nowhere to go. Its
probably not safe at night. That man can find me again. I just had to deal
with this place for now. Maybe make happy moments here, I dunno. Mr
grumpy pants held on to me. He didn’t hug me, however.

“little one, you’re with you’re people….”

that’s what nice nurse lady told me too. Is this all synced? Those words
gave me a sense of comfort. The heroes, the students… they are all my
people. Even though I hate it here, the company is nice. I cleaned my tears
off my face, bits got into my mouth. Sweet, I thought.

“calm down. Just don’t think about it too much. We’ll find you a home im
sure of that. Sooner or later, you hear kid?” grumpy man said.
I looked up to him, I stopped crying. I hate it here, but some part of me
says there is still hope in this hell hole. I want to believe everything would
be fine…. I took a stand, I have no other choice, so I believed…

“now go to bed. What are you even looking for here anyway?” he said.

I didn’t answer his question. I want to know his name, so im gonna ask
him.

“Mr… what’s you’re name please?” I said.

He took a deep breath before he answered me, I was waiting for his
response.

“im Shouta Aizawa. There. You happy now?” he groans slightly.

“thank you Mr…. ” I said.

“now go to bed. I can escort you if you’d like. Well, you have no other
choice because its not safe for a kid to walk alone, especially at night. Take
my hand.” he said.

I took him by the hand and we both walked to my ward. He’s a bit faster
than me, so I felt like I was being dragged against the floor. We finally
arrived. I wanted to ask him something, so I did.

“Mr… what if there was no one to adopt me, will you adopt me?” I said to
him.
He paused. He looked at me with this look. He felt pitiful. I noticed it on
his face. I guess the answer was no.

“ look kid, just go to bed. ”

He pushed me in and shut the door. He didn’t mean to do that, I could

tell he was scared. Scared to give me an answer, scared he would make
poor little Eri cry. I slept on the floor that night, thinking. I guess this is my
new life. I just have to stay here for a while. Maybe if they like me, they’ll
take me home…..
 Chapter 2.
The clinical one.

….…
T he next day I woke up feeling really energized. I checked the
clock on the wall, it was 6:00am. I woke up a bit earlier than I was
supposed to. I rolled around in bed because I was bored. I climbed a chair
to look out the window. The sky looked dark, scary. I closed the blinds
because it was too cold. I grabbed a pen and paper from the desk and
began to write.

“ 2 days gone, ????? remaining”. I stared at the paper for a while before
crumbling it, I threw it in the trash. I looked at the mirror. It felt like I
haven't seen myself at all for a long time.
Im really pretty. Blue hair, big red eyes, pale skin.

I did a little twirl, I tried to smile. Putting my fingers against my cheeks ,I

stretched my skin, forcing one my face. To be honest, I don’t know what it
means to be happy, probably because I was deprived from it. When I was
still confined, that scary man always told me this saying, it sounded like he
made it up.

“No matter how much you try, not everyone has a happy ending.” he
always said. That sentence shut me down completely.
I shook my head, I didn’t want to remember the past. I went back in bed,
hiding under the covers, aimlessly counting sheep. Eventually, I got flaked
out.
 ….
The next time I woke up it was 8:00am. My door creaked before it finally
opened. It was that kind nurse lady. This time she brought my breakfast,
accompanied with some Meds.

“Good morning dear, did you have a good sleep? I brought you’re
breakfast, are you ready to eat?” she said.

I nod. Pancakes, eggs and oatmeal. It smelt really nice. I took a huge bite
from the fried eggs as she talked to me.

“you have been here at U.A. for approximately two and a half days. After
you’re rescue You were treated in the hospital and kept for observation for
seven days. You were unconscious, however. You got transferred here for
extra treatments and housing. Did you know you had walking pneumonia?
Well, you still have it, but the antibiotics should help.”

She picks up something chunky from the desk and slides it to me. It’s one
of those desk calendars. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but then I see it,
at the top of the page. April. It’s the middle of April.

“You just missed Easter,You were a little out of it but You didn’t miss
much. We can’t really have a giant bunny hopping around U.A, can we?”
She smiles. “Sorry. That’s a little humor. We did have an egg hunt, though.
Thanksgiving is a lot more fun around here: dry turkey, lumpy gravy.
Good times.”
I know she’s trying to cheer me up, get me to talk. I slide my face to her
but as soon as I meet her eyes, I feel the sting of tears and so I look back
at the floor. I feel like I’m waking up and going back into my darkness, all
at once. Kind nurse lady leans forward. “Do you remember being in
Kamada Hospital at all?” she said.

All I could remember was my first encounter here. I remember green boy
and Mirio, they were the first two people I ever saw. I remember lights
above me, bright as the sun, the sound of chattering that never seemed to
stop. I remember wanting to kick out when they wanted to touch me. I
remember how heavy my lungs felt, as though they were filled with mud. I
remember being so scared that Evil man was going to appear in the
doorway and take me away, back to their lair, to the room where I was
always experimented on. I remember crying. I remember the splatter of
my vomit on another nurse’s shoes, and the way her face never changed,
not once, like it happened to her all the time, and I wished my eyes to tell
her sorry, because I had no words, and how her face didn’t change then,
either.

“so that’s a no, right?” she said.

I was quiet.

“It’s all right if you can’t remember. Our subconscious is spectacularly agile.
Sometimes it knows when to take us away, as a kind of protection. I hope
that makes sense.” “she said.

I wish I knew how to tell her that my subconscious is broken, because it

never took me away when Evil man was threatening me, or when he tried
to hurt me in the underpass.

“But don’t worry, you’re safe now. The villains cant get to you here at U.A.
they’ll have to go through us if they want to get to you.” she chuckled.

I took a scoop out of the oatmeal, it was really tasty. I ate a lot, I didn’t
expect because im used to being starved.

“Thank you Ms. Nurse lady” I said with a spoon full of oatmeal in my
mouth.

She just chuckled.

“how about you call me nurse Jen ok?”

“Ok nurse Jen” I said as bits of oatmeal remnants from my mouth

splashed everywhere.

“Good” she spoke, touching her hair.

I pushed the empty tray at the other side of the bed. I looked at nurse Jen,
then the Meds on the table.

“shit! I forgot, you’re Meds..” Ms Jen said.

She looked at me, I wondered what she was doing.

“oh sorry dear, do you mind me swearing?” she spoke.

I don’t mind, because evil man had cussed at me so many times, I cant
even count, I’ve gotten used to it.

“no.” I said.

“well then, lets move on”.

She got the med tray closer. A bunch of drugs pile up in it.

“ Here, take these. It would help with the PTSD.” she stretched her hand.

I took it from her while she gave me a glass of water. I swallowed it, it
tasted like a mix of alcohol and french fries, bitter.

“do you feel at ease? Do you feel calmer now?”she said.

“Not really… I don’t fell anything.. ” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“Don’t worry, the effect doesn’t come in immediately, it would take some
time to act. It would make you less traumatized, but the affect does ware
off after some time.” she spoke.

I could feel the drug kicking in. My lungs felt lighter, my mind was at ease,
I felt positive and optimistic, My mind didn’t even drift to any past
trauma’s. I stared at the ceiling in awe, making weird sounds with my
mouth.

Are you sleeping at all dear? I heard a complaint that you roam the halls at
night. You know a villain can ambush you right?”

“Huh?” I said.
Now I know who that was. Grumpy man told nurse Jen to keep an eye on
me. I got angry by the thought of it. I wanted to ask who It was so I can
confirm my suspicion.

“Who is that?” I spoke.

“It was Eraserhead, or preferably Mr. Aizawa. You know him? He was part
of the hero’s who got you out, you should be grateful.”

“He’s lying!” I said, puckering my lips.

“aww, cmon, he’s not. Look, he’s just trying to keep you safe. On the bright
side you two have something in common”. she said.

“what is that?” I said, I got really curious now.

“you two don’t smile very often.” she said.

I don’t think that’s true. I think I still have a little life in me, but him on the
other hand looks like he doesn’t.

Oh, I see. “I lied”.

“By the way, any dreams? Good or bad, it doesn't matter.”

“i haven't had any dreams yet, only hallucinations.”

“I figured, its because of the PTSD. Im thinking the hallucinations are

scary right? Don’t fret, you’ll be out of it in no time, no need to over think
it. If I keep on giving you you’re daily dose, im sure there will be some
improvement.” she said.

I don’t think its because of PTSD. Well, I don’t even know what that
means. For me, Sleep is key. Most people need upwards of fourteen hours
or so. Anytime I think of evil man I just cry myself to sleep, works like a
charm.

“You need to be taken care of properly, You’re just a kid. You need all the
care and support to grow. Have you manifested you’re quirk? If you have,
then good. You’ll need to be trained on how to use it but its not now
though, when you’re old enough. You also need to be fed properly. I’ve
noticed you eat a lot now, that’s a sign you are recovering, im proud of you.

“Im proud of you”. no one has ever told me that before. I felt a sense of
warmth come over my body.

“You’ve been good lately, so you deserve something…”

She reached into the cupboard on the wall I couldn’t get to. It was a doll.
She handed it over to me. When did she put that there? Why is she giving
me such a gift?

“wow… its lovely… thank you so much, this means a lot… I’ve never gotten
a gift before so-
I start to tear up.

“hey, its ok. There’s no need to cry, its just a doll.” she said.

“its not just a doll… it means everything to me… I love it so much.. I’ll take
care of it with my whole life.. I’ll have play-dates… and *sniff* and.. baths…
*sniff* and lots of bedtime stories… ” I said, trying to hold back my tears.

“aww, that’s cute. I’d like to see what fun you guys will have together in the
future… Its all yours now. So, what do you want to name her?” she said,
smiling at me.

I pondered about it for some minutes. No Japanese name came to my

head, but I think I’ve found the best name for my dolly…

“Jen. Its Jen.” I said, smiling at my dolly.

“Oh.. you named her after me… how cute… ” she said, smiling.

Its fun to have a toy to play with, its fun to have company.

She looked at me from head to toe.

“ oh… you’re still in you’re hospital gown.. lets get you dressed”.

Today I wore an orange sweater, I styled my hair in a ponytail. My horn

hides in my hair 90% of the time, so it was nice to see it.

….…
I stayed in my room for a while, I didn’t want to go out. I sat on the floor.
Nurse Jen left, leaving me alone with Jen, my doll. I put her in the air like
she was an airplane, running around the room. I ran circles upon circles
and more circles till I got tired, flopping on the floor.
I let out deep breaths, I was exhausted. A knock was heard on the door. I
walked over to open it. The door makes an annoying creaking sound,
makes my ears hurt…
It was grumpy man. I looked up at him, he’s so tall. He looked down on
me, touching his big Grey scarf.

“Follow me” he said.

I pursued after him, leaving dolly Jen in my room. He brought out a pink
backpack from behind the counter, with a note attached to it, written “Eri”
all over.

“this was dropped off. We don’t know who brought it still. I want to ask,
does this look familiar to you?” he groans lightly.

A pink bag? No, never. I don’t remember having this, and why it has my
name all over the tag.

“n-no.. what is this?” I said, looking at him.

“here” he threw it at me.

I caught it in time and sank to my knees, unzipping it, shoving my hands

inside. I felt something so I took it out. It was medicine, with the original
labels scrapped. “HAPPY PILLS” were written on the scrapped label. I
looked at it, then Mr grumpy man. I will never call him by his real name.
He wasn’t paying attention but when he saw me holding it, he got mad.

“Dammit kid, gimme that” he says, snatching it away from me.

“ don’t mind it, just keep looking in the bag.”

I was confused. What are happy pills? Will they make you feel delighted?
I reached my hand into the bag again, it was a metal box. The box was
dented, green paint seemed to be rubbed off it. It held the most random
things: bandages, a camera, cigarettes, buttons, hair gel, and photos
wrapped in linen. The box made no sound when I shook it however. I
unwrapped the photos from the linen. I was terrified. Those were my
pictures. I was in a blue garment, she didn’t look like me . pale, blood red
eyes, messy hair, an emotionless look. I don’t remember taking those
pictures at all. Those photos were in different views. Front, side, back. I
started to cry. Grumpy man just looked at me. He tilted his head.
“ what did you see? ”
I handed those pictures to him. I could see the look on his face. He got
pale, he was terrified. I could feel his touch on my head. I looked up at
him.
 We have to take everything out, for your safety. Im taking those pictures
with me for further investigation.”

What does that even mean? What is he gonna do with does photos?

He offered his hand to me, I ignored it, standing up by myself, clutching

the box and the backpack tightly.

“You have to give the bag and the box back. That box contains the
weirdest things. We’ll keep the ones you can have for you until you find a
new home.” He reached out and tugged the backpack away, putting the
box inside.

“Mr… what are you gonna do with those pictures?” I said, cleaning the
tears off my face.

he just stared.

“look kid, we don’t know for now, but at least it’s a source of evidence.”

I looked at him, nothing he said made any sense to me. Stopping myself
from crying, I rubbed my eyes.
He held my hand. His grip was tight, he didn’t want to let go, and I wanted
the same as well.
I leaned against his leg, letting myself rest.

“ trust me.”

We started to walk again. He dropped off the bag in the waiting room. I
didn’t know where we were going to. A conversation struck as we walked.

“Im so sorry these stuff are happening to you, especially at a young age.
You deserve better, y’know? Well, the team are trying to make that
happen for you, I hope you understand.”

I was quiet, I didn’t know what to say. “you deserve better”. that sentence
rings in my head all through our conversation.

“Come on, you are gonna meet a few new people today in Rec. We’ve got
a surprise for you.”

Surprise? Well, that’s a quick way to change my mood.

 I could smell the scent of popcorn in the hallway. We finally arrived, I
looked around. There were two people, a girl and a boy. The girl’s hair
was blue and curly, the male’s hair was purple. the smell of popcorn clings
to the room. the bowl rests on a circular table. Blue girl licks her finger and
swipes the bowl, sucking off salt and bits of congealed butter. She makes
oinking sounds. Purple boy’s floppy lips curl. He says: “Stop chewing so
damn loud.” She shrugs, flicking her wet finger against the hem of her
uniform.

“Eri, say hi to them” Mr. grumpy man said.

The two turned to look at me. Blue girl smiled, purple boy just stared.

“ You must be Eri-chan right? I’m Neijire Kamado, and that’s Shinsou”
blue girl spoke, pointing her buttered finger to purple boy.

“Whatever… ” Purple boy spoke, tossing popcorn in his mouth.

I looked at Mr. grumpy man. He gave me that look of approval.

“Go on, go play with them..” he said.

I get closer, sitting on the couch as I wait for them to start a conversation.

Neijire digs in one of the several “everything” bins, looking for something.
The colorful bins are stacked on top of each other against the walls. she
holds playing cards,boxes of crayons, markers, games. A laptop is on the
couch we sit on. Shinsou turns it on and shoos his fingers at me while he
enters the password.
“Here, kid”. Shinsou hands me over a booklet. He starts typing. “I heard
you’ve been neglected of childhood.”
Neijire hits his shoulder, telling him to knock it off. I don’t mind,because
hes actually saying the truth. I look over at Mr. Grumpy man but he just
stares, seeing what we would do. “We get to hang out with you after school
together! Mirio and Izuku will be here soon, you know them right?”
Neijire giggles. Grumpy man speaks.
“they volunteered to keep you company anytime you need it.” He looks at
me, I stare back. “is that okay with you?” he says. Shinsou talks. “We don’t
want you be alone all the time. we’d rather have you in here than you
creeping down the halls like you do, Because that’s weird.”
Neijire laughs.
“so, what do you wanna do first hm? ” she says, twirling her hair.
I looked at the booklet Shinsou gave me. I grabbed it, looking at the blank
lifeless pages.

She grabs some crayons and handed it over to me. I left the couch to the
floor, its more comfortable. Well, im used to being on the floor because
ive been thrown on it many times.

Not knowing a single thing I was doing, I started to scribble pink on the
papers. No one tried to stop me, they just left me to do my thing. They just
watched me. Grumpy man left for a phone call, blue girl was chatting with
purple boy. We heard a knock on the door, it was Mirio and Izuku.

“hey, were here!” Mirio says, smiling.

“hey guys!” Izuku says.

blue girl and purple boy greeted them but I ignored their presence and
continued with my thing. They came up close to me.

“hey eri, how you doing?” Mirio said

I shook my head a bunch of times, giving them this hope that im actually
ok. Midoriya just laughed.

“ you need to stop bopping your head like that, it can cause a headache.”
He said, laughing.

“wow since when did you learn how to um…”

Mirio just looked at the papers. Pink was all over it. I didn’t care about his
comment, I just kept on scribbling.

“Im an artist!” I said, pouting my lips.

He just chuckles. Midoriya comes over and sees my artwork. He laughs at

It along with Mirio.

Izuku and Mirio just smile at each other foolishly. I wondered what was
happening so I looked back at blue girl and purple boy. They weren't
paying attention, they just continued to watch a movie on the laptop, eating
popcorn, exclaiming when something happens in the show.

“ you like sweet things right?” Mirio said, smiling at me.

Its been a long time since I’ve eaten candy. Well, I don’t think I’ve ever
eaten candy before. I wondered what they were gonna give me. I got
excited by just thinking about it.

“mhm!” I said, looking curiously at them.

big brother Izuku was holding something behind his back. I tilted my head
to see what it was. Shinsou and Neijire just looked at the 3 of us.

“ no peeking, you gotta close you’re eyes first ok?”

I closed my eyes. Blue girl and purple boy went back to their movie.

“ ok… now open em slowly”. Mirio spoke.

I heard lots of rustling sounds. I opened my eyes to look.

“ here, it’s a candle apple! Wait, do you know what a candle apple is?”
Midoriya spoke, pointing it in my face.

Candy apple? Ive never heard of that before. Caramel dripped from the
apple unto the floor.

They gave it to me and I sticked my tongue out, wanting to taste it.

“ go on, have a taste, im sure you’ll like it”. Mirio spoke.

I tasted it and boy it was perfect. The caramel, the apple itself. I could feel
my taste buds going on a fun roller-coaster. I was at the verge of smiling but
it didn’t budge. I let out an obscure look on my face.

“so… do you like it? The look on you’re face says you don’t…” Izuku
spoke.

I just couldn't smile.

“its so sweet…” I said, having another bite.

I ate it all. Bits of caramel sauce splashed on my sweater, my hands were

sticky. This is the best thing ever.I got an energy boost and began to jump
on the green sofa.

“looks like she really likes it. Good job, you impressed her” Shinsou says,
still watching the movie with Neijire as he rolls his eyes.
My energy level was really high. I ran around the room a bunch of times
until I was tired. I went back to drawing again.

There is this one random turtle I play with in rec. It sits in its cage,paddling
and paddling. That little guy looks like he’s going nowhere. I watch him
from the corner of my eye, I see he’s eating lettuce. “yuck!” I said to myself,
because I hate vegetables.

Mr. came back from his phone call. He sits on the sofa, observing
everything happening in the room, touching his scarf.
“that turtle does nothing but paddle” I said, pointing my fingers at it from
the floor.

“its a turtle, do you expect it to do back-flips or something?” Mr. Said.

No I didn’t obviously. I saw it finished its lettuce. I wanted to feed it some

more so I stood up, running to its cage.

“Mr. Sir? Can I feed it more lettuce?”

He just looked at me before giving a response.
“whatever, just don’t feed it t-”

“yay!”I interrupted him. I got more lettuce from the bowl beside me,
dropping it into its cage. I smudged my face on the glass to look at it eat,
singing gibberish as I watch.

“hey hey, don’t get you’re face too close to the glass” Mr. Said, his voice hit
a stricter tone.

“Oopsie!” I said, backing away form the glass. The turtle ate so slow, I got
bored by the sight of it.

“why does it eat so slow? Is it sick?!”

Mirio and Izuku overheard. They stopped their conversation to look at me.
Izuku spoke.

“it isn't sick Eri, all turtles eat slowly.” he said, smiling at me.
Mirio looked at the turtle as well.
“damn, it eats really slow. I cant imagine myself eating like that.” he
chuckles.
I forced a smile. I looked back at the turtle, it was staring at me.

“hey look! Mr turtle is challenging me to a staring contest!”

They both laughed at my comment, but c’mon, it seemed like it.

I smudged my face in the glass again, looking at it.

“ive told you, don’t smudge you’re face on the glass.” Mr. Said again.

“im sorry..” I said, hesitantly.

……
It seemed like forever. Mr. Turtle didn’t want to give up.I could feel my
eyes start to water.I tried not to blink, I wanted to win. “Urgh!” I said to
myself. Is this some time of trick?! the turtle looks like its not gonna give
up anytime soon. Hesitantly, I gave up.we had been staring at each other
for 10 minutes now. I wiped a tear of my face, my eyes were bloodshot,
darker than its original red. I layed back down on the floor, I continued to
scribble. I could feel myself drifting to sleep. I closed my eyes, I saw
something, something unusual. I don’t know if it was him, but it looked
like it. That evil man im scared of. Purple short frizzy hair, a weird mask
over his mouth. I blinked a bunch of times but the shadow didn’t want to
leave. “Am I hallucinating?” I said to myself. No, this cant be real, its fake.
Im safe, he’s gone forever. I tried to ignore it but it didn’t work. I could
hear his voice from different corners of the room. I covered my ears.

“Eri, time to go home.”

“Eri, you don’t belong in the real world”
“Eri, this is you’re new life.”
“Eri, everything is going to be fine.”
“Eri, just this once, okay?”
“Eri, you are stuck here with us forever.”

I started to cry. Everyone noticed. They all came to me, I hid my face from
them.

“whats wrong? Did something happen?” Shinsou said.

Obviously, something happened.

“calm down okay? Just tell us what happened.” Mirio spoke.

“we’ll give you anything you want if you like.” Neijire spoke.
She put me in her arms, I felt like a baby being cradled to sleep.

“ Eri, we are here for you.” Izuku said.

I wasn't thinking straight. Is he in this room? Is he still alive? I ask myself

those questions in mind. More tears start to run down my cheek.
Mr. Sir told everyone to back up. He came closer, crouching. He touched
my head.

“You’re at excellent hands at U.A. don’t worry, the monster’s gone”.

He said, patting my head.

How did he know what I was crying for? Is he some kind of physic?
I looked up at them. From the corner of my eye I can still see evil man’s
shadow, staring at me. I held Neijire tighter. I can taste the tang of dirty
water in my mouth, feeling myself struggling to get free, hands on my neck
and laughter. My fingers tingle and my chest feels tight.

I blinked a few times and his shadow left, I sighed in relief. That was scary,
I didn’t understand what this was supposed to mean. i cleaned the tears off
my face once again, still holding Neijire tightly.

……
I was sent back to my room, it was night time. I layed down on the bed,
thinking about all the things that happened. Today was quite a long day.
I put my pillow over my head, I was disgusted by the cricket sounds
outside the window. Maybe if cover my ears then those stupid crickets will
go away. I stared around the room. Empty, I thought.