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Obscure-Dads 2023 Prompt Week (Event 1)
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A Safe Place to Land

Summary:

Tsukauchi Naomasa was walking home from the precinct when a little boy, seeming no older than five or six, run out from an alleyway.

"Save me," the boy whispered.

"Please."

Notes:

I am writing this for the first time inside the Ao3 post new work thingy, so please don't hate me if things seem very disjointed or some such! Hopefully this is going to be longer than a thousand words but that's not happened yet, so I hold very little hope.

I hope you enjoy it anyways!

-Quirksmith

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

It had been a long day for Tsukauchi Naomasa. Eighteen hours consecutively, long enough that as he closed his eyes he could see the afterimage of all the paperwork he had done. Right now, all he wanted to do was to go home and sleep. There was a storm coming, he could tell. Clouds gathered on the horizon, slowly creeping their way towards him. Tomorrow probably wasn't going to be sunny, to say the least. He decided to hurry home, so he wasn't caught out in the rain.

 

As he walked home, a flash of green caught his eye as a little boy, no older than five or six, came barreling out of an alleyway nearby, crashing into him.

 

"Whoa there! Where are you headed in such a rush?" Naomasa chuckled. His mirth didn't last much longer, though, as he saw the fear in the boy's eyes.

 

"Help me," the boy whispered. 

 

"Please."

 

 

The door to Naomasa's apartment shot open as he ran in, his hair a mess and his breath wild. The boy was in his arms, obviously scared half to death. He slammed the door shut, and looked out the window through the blinds, before cursing. Naomasa rushed to the closet. He set down the boy in his arms, before looking at him very seriously. The boy's eyes were blown wide with fear, but he stood tall anyway.

 

"Kid. I know you don't know me, and I know you're scared. I'm going to get you outta this mess, but you gotta trust me. I need you to go into that closet and hide. You cannot come out, no matter what, you hear? I'll come get you when it's safe."

 

The kid nodded shakily, and went inside the closet. Naomasa shut the door, and straightened up. Looked towards the apartment's entrance. He grabbed his pistol- he knew there was a good chance this encounter was turning violent.

 

 

Izuku was scared. He was so, so scared. He wasn't thinking when he ran from Father, he wasn't thinking when he asked the Man to save him. Now Father was coming for him, and he knew the Man was to good, he knew the Man wasn't going to give him back without asking questions. 

 

Rule Number One: No Questions. 

 

He was so scared, but he did what the Man said, anyways. He knew that not following orders was bad. 

 

Rule Number Two: Do what Father says. Always.

 

There was a crash. Izuku heard the Man shouting, asking Father who he was, what he wanted with Izuku. That only scared Izuku more.

 

Rule Number Three: Stay Quiet. Father doesn't like it when you're Loud.

 

Then, a gunshot. Father's enraged roar sounded out. Another gunshot. Thud. 

 

Izuku heard the Man cursing and groaning, and rustling like something heavy was being moved. He heard the clink of metal, a shik as something slid into place. Then, the Man's voice. 

 

"Eraserhead? You know that case you were looking into, the one with the Dragon? The quirk trafficking one? Yeah, I think I have a lead."

 

 

"How the hell were you able to find and take out the Dragon? And why didn't you call for backup?!" Eraserhead rubbed his brow as Naomasa chuckled sheepishly. The lights from the first responders' sirens were the only things illuminating the scene, as the rain had finally started to fall and the sun had set hours ago.

 

"It wasn't really intentional, you know. These things just sorta happen to me."

 

"And what do you intend to do with the kid? You just took out his dad. He doesn't look like he has anywhere to go, either." Eraserhead looked over at the greenette, sitting swaddled in a shock blanket on the apartment building's front steps. The kid was staring off into space, expressionless.

 

"You know? I think I might take him. Always wanted a kid."

Notes:

Yeah it's not even close to a thousand. oh well.

Still, I hope you enjoyed it!

-Quirksmith