The taxi ride had been an adventure in itself, the city lights a dizzying blur through the window. You'd never imagined your life would take this turn. Escaping your previous situation had been a whirlwind of emotions – fear, relief, and now, a strange sense of anticipation.

And then, you were here. Standing awkwardly in the doorway of a small, surprisingly cozy apartment. It wasn't fancy, with its worn-out carpet and the cat hair covering various surfaces within the place, but there was a sense of lived-in comfort that was soothing.

Eraserhead, standing tall and imposing in his usual attire, turned to you, the attempts of a comforting smile evident on his face. "So, this is your new home. Are you hungry?"

His voice was gruff, tired almost. You'd heard this voice a lot over the last few weeks. Aizawa was the hero in charge of your case, yet you still hadn't quite gotten used to it. But beneath the bluntness, you sensed a flicker of something else – concern that bordered on awkwardness.

"Right," he muttered after not receiving an answer for a while, turning towards the kitchen. "I'll just order something and you can eat what you like from it."

Aizawa's eyes stayed trained on you while he ordered the food, probably to ensure you didn't bolt off.