After standing around for a few more moments, you shrugged and walked off. Although Touya was older than you by 8 years, you were still mourning him like a brother/lover.
And obviously you couldn't pretend to just somehow know he's alive, huh? You rolled your eyes, stretching and walking to the nearest homeless people shelter. You smiled, washed your hands and aged quickly to the age of 15 by breaking the rules of age. It was nice, especially helping the people.
When you were finished, you let yourself change back to your original age and then left to go find Aldera Middle School. You'd asked for directions because you knew a student and since your parents had dropped you off here you had to obviously finish serving the food.
You'd been given a giant-ass map and then sent on your way. You sweatdropped, your green eyes shimmering as you opened up the map to see an All Might themed map with baby pictures. You rolled your eyes at the theatrics, then got on a bus(invisibly) and ended up near the neighborhood easily.
After wandering for a while, you found a park that looked a lot like canon fighting scenes, so you sat down on the bench and looked around. Since you were just a freelancer- but a child- you probably wouldn't get arrested. A hero landed on the ground near you.
Crap.
Wait, was that who you thought it was? "Hey, kid," the voice told you exactly what you wanted to know. "Are you here with anyone?" You blinked, looking nervously at the ground. "Um... no." Aizawa pulled off his goggles and scanned your face, making your cheeks grow warm. "What's your name?"
"Uh, I.. I'm /name/ Byakuya. What's your name?" He rubbed his forehead, calling in for backup to find your parents after introducing himself. Your eyes widened., and you leapt to grab him arm.
He hesitated, then looked at you. "Yes?" You sniffled slightly. "I wanna stay here tonight. Please?" You'd broken his communications device the moment you saw him, and wanted to ensure he didn't notice.
Rolling his eyes, he bent down to your level. "I can't do that, /name/-chan. It's not safe for you to be here without an adult." You pouted. "But I've never had an adult do anything I did."
Aizawa stiffened, doing a double take. "You what?" You smiled sweetly, cluelessly. "Well, my friend said that since I was quirkless, my, um-parents didn't want me." His eyes flew red for a moment, and you didn't react.
If you were gonna make sure no one knew about your quirk, you were gonna make sure that if anyone heard an inkling of it they'd be so fricking confused they wouldn't know what was happening. Oh, the chaos would be glorious.
Aizawa regained control over his quirk, and since you didn't let it affect you- breaking the rule of action-reaction, by the way- you fixed his transmission comms. "Mic, I'll need a police car over here, stat. I've got a quirkless runaway."
You sniffled. "Wh- why aren't you letting me stay here? I know it's not safe, but I don't care!" You wiped your eyes, biting your lip cutely and running away childishly into the forest, making sure to keep your internal eye trained on Aizawa.
Dodging his scarf- to his shock- you climbed up easily to the top of a tree and sprinted top speed towards where the midoriya's should live based off of the anime and your internal tacking with your quirk. breaking the law of stalkers, you see.
Aizawa followed you, shouting for backup in his receiver and then you hid your presence- breaking the law of acknowledgement- and jumped into a bush. He should be off of your trail- a grey scarf wrapped around your arm. "There you are."
You turned on your presence again and smiled. Letting out a bright laugh, you turned to Aizawa. "That was so fun!" he sweatdropped, but couldn't conceal just a small smile. He brought you back to the park and you sat, then looked at him seriously. "Can I have your autograph?"
...
When you were allowed to ask for things- after telling everyone about previously knowing Touya before he 'died' which you had to pretend to cry about because you knew he was alive- you instantly asked for a fast food burger.
You were looked at oddly in seconds. You bit your lip. "Fine, then. I want a blue notebook with a blank cover and backdrop." You crossed your arms, waiting for that and a pen.
"Now, Erasurehead, President Microphone, Midnight, I want your autographs on separate pages!" You smiled brightly, your pearly whites blinding everyone in the room. Even Aizawa reluctantly admitted you were cute.
When that very important first matter of business was finished, you looked at Aizawa, who was currently drinking coffee mixed with crack and booze. "I wanna sip!" He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. You stood, then stamped your foot. "You!" Pointing at Aizawa, you declared proudly, "You are gonna be my husband one day!"
Complete silence. then: Mic and Midnight in unison both burst out laughing. "Why him?! He's literally just an old and tired homeless man." You bit your lip. "He's so good at playing tag! I've never been tagged before, and he's the first."
Aizawa even covered a few of his snickers with his sleeve. You frowned. "well, if I can't marry you, banana man has to!" You pointed at Mic, who just laughed even harder. "Well, I'm in love with a woman who recently moved back here from America, so no can do."
You pretended to sob, biting your lip. Well, maybe if you aged yourself up you and Aizawa could... yeah. That was your endgame after all. It was either Aizawa, Katsuki, Izuku, Shoto, Touya, Shigaraki, Denki, Shinsou, Hawks, or Tokoyami. Or a mix of any of these.
Oh, why were all of these people so beautiful??? You groaned, tugging at your hair like it'd killed your mom. "Hey, don't do that, you might pull out your brain!" You yelped, releasing. "Will that actually happen?!" obviously it wouldn't, but you had to play up the 'idiot child' facade too high because you were still fucking four- or where you five? Well, you didn't know or care.
After the heroes had composed themselves, you were sent to eat and you'd be living with Aizawa until further notice. You broke the rules of teleportation the second no one saw you and then sat down at the park in a better hiding spot. You still had your notebook, and you started filing out the blanks of the heroes you had now.