NOTES

Ok, so last chapter took a bit of a dark turn for our Protagonist...

But shall we see what shall happen to her next? (Also, we are gonna have a bit of Aizawa's POV)

Aizawa POV

"My parents are dead." The note read. Aizawa blinked a few times before looking down at the girl in front of him.

She had her head turned away, with strands of silvery-hair that faded into dark grey falling into her face as the wind blew softly and covered her glistening golden eyes just slightly.

He could see a sense of sadness in her eyes that he had once felt before. He frowned slightly at her.

As she lowered her hand she scribbled something in her notebook and she held it out for him to read.

"Now, might I ask who you are? I don't believe you told me earlier, then again, I didn't ask. So, again, might I ask what your name is?" It read, he looked at her again and crossed his arms across his chest.

"My name is Aizawa Shota. Now, may I ask what your name is?" He said, her eyes narrowed just slightly and she looked back at her notebook.

She turned the page and wrote out her answer as he read it.

"My name is Atakiri Chizomi. But I would find content, and would prefer being called Chizomi." Aizawa cocked a brow at this and gave her a look.

"Do you always talk- write like this?" He asked, and she thought for a moment. And she nodded whilst shrugging her shoulders a bit.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Ok then, Ms. Chizomi, I'm going to have to take you to the Police Station." He said, and she gave him an exasperated look. "Listen, I know you didn't mean to cause all of the damage, but you're still going to have to at least pay a fine for what you jave done. And if what you said earlier is true, then I can't let you go home with no parental figure or guardian waiting for you."

She glowered at him but nodded. Then he motioned for her to follow him, and they began the trek to the ploice station. He trusted that she was not stupid enough to try and run away, but he still made sure she was following him every few seconds.

By the time they made it to the station, it was about five-o-clock. When they entered, Aizawa noticed there weren't many officers there.

'Odd.' He thought, that was until, he turned his attention to a news story thar was playing on the television and got his answer to why they weren't there.

Apparently there had been a hostage situation concerning a blonde haired boy and a dark-green sludge-like villain. Next to him, Ms.Chizomi held a hand up to her mouth, a horrified expression on her face. Her eyes widended even more so when a picture of a nervous green-haired boy was put on the television. Obviously she knew them both.

He slightly nudged the girl next to him and motioned for her to follow him to the front desk.

They were able to sort things out, about the property damage thing, in about an hour. But the problem of what to do with the girl took significantly longer.

Chizomi POV

I was sitting in a dark room, like the interrogation rooms I saw in police shows, they hadn't put hand cuffs on me, which was a relief. Although, there was a bland looking man standing across the room.

He had a tan trench coat on and had short black hair. Even his face looked plain. He had said his name was Detective Tsukauchi.

The 'Aizawa' guy let me keep my pencil and notebook, so I could answer their questions. I told them about my Quirk, when they asked, and they seemed... Shocked?

I guess they'd never heard of a Quirk like mine, so they asked me to explain it further, so I did.

It turned out, the money my father had in the family bank account was just enough to pay the fine. But I knew that was the last of my money, which meant I was now broke. Just great...

I could feel invisible eyes staring at me from the one sided glass on the other side of the room. I kept my head down for most of time for two reasons.

First reason being I was in a literal Police Station. And the second reason being they knew that I had no one to go home to. So they were most likely going to put me in the foster system. I knew what happened to some of the kids that were sent there. And I knew that with my luck, I would most likely be stuck in the system until I could live on my own. I mean, that's literally what I've been doing for a few weeks, so it isn't too bad, for now at least.

The door opened to show the Aizawa guy and I looked up. Mr. Tsukauchi looked at him and smiled a bit. "Good to see you, Eraserhead."

My head instantly whipped to Tsukauchi's direction and he looked at me and smiled a bit more.

"Seems like you've got a fan."

I looked over at Aizawa and internally facepalmed myself. How could I not recognize him?! He had the same long, messy black hair, the same baggy black outfit, and the same grey scarf.

I heard a noise coming from someone I couldn't see. A second later, a white mouse in a fancy black suit, popped its head out of Aizawa's scarf. I almost yelped in suprise and the mouse chuckled to itself.

"So this is the famous Ms.Atakiri?" The mouse said, it sounded like a mald. I then noticed the small scar on its right eye. I grabbed my notebook and they all looked at me expectantly.

"Famous?"

"Why yes, I mean Eraserhead here told us all about you." It said. I raised an eyebrow at this.

"Us?" It took a look at my paper and chuckled a little.

"Why yes, my name is Principal Nezu. And this is another one of our teachers at UA High." Principal Nezu said, he gestured behind him and I saw a skinny looking man with blonde hair and clothes that were to big for him. But something about him seemed familiar. "You have already met another one of our teachers, Eraserhead. Have you not?"

I nodded at him and he smiled politely. Then he scaled down Aizawa by using his scarf. I had to hold back a smile at the adorable sight.

"But, and I hope you don't mind me asking, what does UA want with me?"

"Well Ms. Atakiri, I was hoping you would ask that." Principal Nezu said, he sat himself atop the chair across from me and stood on it so I could see him. "We were all hoping you would join us at UA next semester."

MORE NOTES

Sorry this chapter took a little longer than usual. Heh...

But I hope you enjoyed it, and I thank all of you who have been reading this story. It makes me happy to see that people like what I write.