Satori thinks that she's satisfied with what she's learned about the current time as she walks out of the library, looking outside. She could spot stars coming into view as night began to settle in. The sky had been getting darker, and she'd left the building with new knowledge of the current state of Japan.

She couldn't help but feel flabbergasted by how… peaceful everything was. To her, it was one of the strangest things she'd ever experienced.

Yes, Satori was well aware that All Might had been a force of a man. He'd single-handily reduced crime rates to the lowest ever since quirks had been introduced in Japan.

But how could one man be so significant? How could one man create a whole era of peace?

In her time, with the Paranormal Liberation Front causing so much havoc and chaos, there had been hardly any time for Deku— the apparent 'successor' of All Might— to even be a figure of peace like All Might. He'd been too essential against Shigaraki and his assortment of quirks to have time for maintaining peace across the country.

Until he'd been choked to death by his own quirk.

The area she was in wasn't too far from Musutafu, which was where U. A. was located. While Satori could've flown there in no time, she was bound to get arrested and detained as a delinquent, which was the last impression she needed to leave on anymore. She really wanted to stretch out her wings and fly, but it would severely hinder her goals.

For what she wanted to do, Satori needed to be taken seriously.

She knew that the leader of the PLF, Shigaraki Tomura (or Shimura Tenko) hadn't recruited her father or some of his other main members until after the capture of the Hero Killer. He also currently would only have his Decay quirk, which hadn't been awakened yet. Therefore, he was currently much weaker than he would be in the future, and it would be so much easier to take him down.

The countless deaths he'd caused— or had a hand in— would be prevented. Thousands of lives would be saved.

Aizawa-senpai would actually get to attend U. A. before it's shutdown.

Her father wouldn't end up burning her dad's wings for being a spy.

Fumi-nii wouldn't end up dying before he even turned thirty years old.

Satori tried to review what she knew about the man who'd adopted her senpai, and had been the best teacher Fumi-nii had (in his opinion).

He was, after all, going to be the catalyst of the haphazard plan she'd formed.

Aizawa Shouta, better known as the underground hero Eraserhead (not like he'd exactly been underground later on), was a teacher at U. A. and even in the future had been regarded as one of the most competent heroes in the industry.

He'd been high-up in the resistance despite his prosthetic leg and age, but Satori still remembered watching the man crumble into dust, black and white hair gripped by Shigaraki as he'd broadcasted the execution to everyone in Japan.

She remembers watching his face as he gritted his teeth, but he'd never screamed, not even once, as Shigaraki had laughed himself silly until he got tired of waiting and then Eraserhead had dissolved in mere seconds.

Fumi-nii had told her he'd expelled the entire class before his for 'having no potential.' It'd been amusing for him, knowing that his sensei had never expelled anyone in his class because he thought they, despite all the trouble they'd caused him, were worthy.

But right now, this fact meant that Eraserhead wouldn't have any duties as a teacher to be concerned about. After all, you wouldn't need to teach an empty class. He'd probably be out and about on patrol during the night, and all Satori needed to do was bring the man to her rather than trying to go out and find the man who was surely more than adept at stealth as an underground hero.

Hopefully, her strategy would work. She really, really didn't want to have to strike out on her own if she couldn't make contact with anybody. Night was slowly replacing day, and Satori wasn't exactly in the best condition right now.

She hadn't eaten in more than twenty-four hours, and she didn't have any currency to buy anything with. Exhaustion had set into her bones, and she wanted to stop walking and curl back up into a ball.

But Satori ignored the pangs of hunger in her stomach and the protests of pain from her muscles. She walked onward, ignoring looks given by people who were wondering what she was doing out so late.

Thankfully, with the moonlight she was able to make out what was written on the map she'd printed from the library. Satori grinned as filled her entire body. She'd spotted the statue of All Might, located just half an hour away from U. A. It was highly likely that Eraserhead would come around this area.

Finding a nearby tree, Satori looked around but didn't see anyone watching the area. She unfurled her wings and flew up into it, and managed to find a balanced position where she could rest but wouldn't tumble down. Resting her head against the smoothest portion of the branch, Satori fell asleep for the second time that day.

Aizawa Shouta was currently tired as hell, but in the words of Nemuri:

Wasn't he always?

And that was one, accurate way to describe him. Aizawa's pretty sure most people who'd gone to U. A. with him, if forced to describe him in one word, would choose some variation of 'tired,' 'exhausted,' or as Hizashi had put it, 'had simply no fucks to give.'

His husband always found that part of him endearing, even if Aizawa still never understood how.

Today had been a fairly easy day for him. So far, he'd only had to stop low-level, obscure petty crimes in the dead of the night. There would never be any recognition for what he did, but Aizawa never cared about that. It was the very act of being able to make a difference which had always mattered to him. He'd never cared too much for having fans or merchandise. It made him more effective as a hero in his opinion if people didn't know about him or his abilities.

But despite today being fairly normal for him, there was a feeling of apprehension in Aizawa's gut which refused to go away. He didn't know what was causing it, but years of underground hero work had taught him that instincts should never be ignored.

His grip on his capture scarf tightened. Looking around, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. His left hand adjusted his googles, making sure they were correctly positioned despite him already have adjusted them before.

Walking forward, he scowled at the statue of All Might he spotted. It reminded him of the man, who he knew would likely join him as a staff member at U. A. Nedzu just refused to stop mentioning it to them.

Unlike Hizashi, Aizawa had not been particularly excited about the news.
The man didn't even have a teaching license, for fucks sake! Yet, he gets offered a job by Nedzu to teach young, impressionable children simply because of his status as the number one hero!

He cleared his mind, trying to bring himself back to focusing on his patrol. It wouldn't do for him to fail as a hero just because he was distracted. He could always rant about Nedzu's irresponsibility in hiring staff to Hizashi later.

Moving forward, Aizawa froze when he spotted something shining in the moonlight. There was something unusual up there in a tree close to the statue, high enough that he couldn't make out what it was in the dark. Taking his capture scarf into his hand, he hoisted himself up into the branches of another nearby tree, keeping a fair distance from whatever he'd seen. If it was dangerous, he didn't want to get too close.

His eyes widened when he saw that it was a kid. From what he could make out, it had been their wings— so they had a mutation quirk— which he'd seen gleaming in the moonlight. The white color had reflected the light and caught his attention. But what was someone so young doing sleeping outside, all alone?

Aizawa scowled. He knew that a likely possibility was that this kid didn't have anywhere else to go if they'd chosen to fall asleep in a tree of all places compared to somewhere safer. Whether they had a legal guardian or not, he'd seen these kinds of situations far too often throughout his career.

It was sad, but that was the unfortunate reality of life. Most people weren't even aware of these situations, as their main focus was on the broadcasted flashy fights between powerful villains and mainstream heroes.

But Aizawa had a dilemma.

The kid seemed to be getting some well-deserved rest, and he didn't want to interrupt that. On the other hand, his obligations as a hero required him to question them about why they were there and why their guardians allowed them to be outside so late.

Sighing, Aizawa leapt from where he'd been standing to the other tree, careful to not disturb the balance of the kid, lying precariously across the branches of the tree. The last thing he wanted was for them to fall off and injure themselves. Making sure he had his hero license in his pocket in case he was questioned, he steeled himself in case of a hostile reaction.

Hopefully everything would go fine, but he doubted that. Situations like this usually went the opposite of smooth.

Aizawa decided that he'd call out to them rather than tapping them awake, but if they were deep asleep he might have to shake them awake. Which he really didn't want to do.

"'Kid?" he called out, voice low but echoing in the night.

In Satori's defense, she'd been very exhausted. Her brief, forced nap only hours before hadn't done much, and her false sleep had quickly turned into real sleep.

Normally, she should have waken up at sensing something foreign coming towards her, but evidently her body really wasn't at it's best.

Which is why when she'd been startled awake by the sound of someone's voice, she tried to roll over and move back.

Except for the fact that she'd forgotten she was on a tree.

Her tumble had been the exact opposite of agility she displayed normally, and she'd let out a rather undignified yelp at the sudden sensation of falling towards the ground.

But Satori didn't even get the chance to unfurl her wings before an epic collision happened. Instead, white cloth hoisted her back up the tree, bringing her face to face with a face she recognized all too well, and relief fills her body despite how much younger he looked compared to the face she knew.

So this is what Eraserhead looked like back when he taught Fumi-nii.

There was no white in his hair, brought on from years of dealing with the 'most chaotic class in the history of U.A.' as he'd dubbed Fumi-nii's homeroom. His face bore no evidence of the trademark crescent under his right eye. He didn't have a prosthetic either, both legs functioning normally. Despite having the same jaded look that many in the hero industry did, Satori could tell he still had yet to become haunted in the way she remembers.

Satori remembers being younger and meeting him, and how humorous their interaction had been. Someone had asked him about how he got the prosthetic leg, and he'd replied:

A powerful cat stole it from me, so I had to get this instead.

Looking back, it had been hilarious when she pestered Fumi-nii about what kind of cat villain had destroyed his teacher's leg. He had absolutely no idea what she'd been talking about. She remembered wondering if the cat villain had been an animal with a quirk before Echo (Aizawa Hitoshi) had taken pity on her and told her about how Eraserhead had cut his own leg off to prevent the effects of a quirk-destroying bullet from permanently effecting him.

Now, looking at the man in front of her, she thinks that she doesn't know how to feel about him. It was essentially his daughter, after all, who'd made the sacrifice and managed to send her here. She's snapped out of her thoughts as he loosens the scarf, looking at her in concern.

"Are you alright?" he asks, and she can see how he scans her for any injuries but doesn't find any except for the terrible state she's in. She can't even imagine how she comes across to this man with her ripped clothes and dirty face. She feels like absolute shit, and Eraserhead probably can see it too.

"I'm fine!" she chirps with enthusiasm that is definitely forced, and Eraserhead can probably sense it too. She's too tired to genuinely mask her exhaustion.

Satori realizes that she should probably pretend that she doesn't know who Eraserhead is, if to only keep up some charade of not being too suspicious. Recognizing underground heroes would definitely fall into that category.

"Why are you asking?" she questions, a little accusatory, tilting her head. For Satori, she's trying to act how someone would if someone they didn't know the man. To Eraserhead, it probably looks like an attempt to dodge the subject, which is what she's going for.

"Pro-hero Eraserhead," he says, and holds out a hero license. Satori can barely make it out in the moonlight, but the letters are clearly visible for her too see.

"But kid, don't try to change to subject on me. What are you doing out here?"

She thinks the answer, 'Sorry, I lost track of time, sir!' wouldn't go down too well with him. Satori lets out a huff as she debates whether or not to go through with her plan.

On on hand, having people in her corner would be very helpful. On the other hand, it might be safer for her to hold all the cards to her chest.

She sighs. She's aware that she's being somewhat impulsive, but she's not too sure she'd be able to do anything on her own.

"Can you help me get into contact with the police?"

Aizawa blinks, stunned by the response. Normally, when he questioned someone about their circumstances, they'd lie or try to deflect. Brutal honesty about what they were doing also was an occurrence. But he'd never met a kid who'd asked for the police first thing without him prompting them.

He needs to be careful, because he hasn't dealt with anything like this before.

"I can," he responds cautiously, "but I need to know why."

The kid, and he can tell that they're a girl with some sort of wing-mutation quirk looks at him and purses her lips. She probably doesn't want to tell him anything, which is understandable, but he can't just call the police without giving any explanation whatsoever.

"Tell them I need Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. I need him to verify a couple of things."

The sudden response after the silence would've startled him if he wasn't a hero. Looking at the girl, he sees exhaustion and anticipation as she watches him, waiting to see what he'll do.

A thought enters his mind. What if she's an escapee from a quirk trafficking ring? God, that would be awful. But with her wings, it would make her a typical target. It would explain why she wants someone to verify things if she's worried that she won't be believed. After all, if someone high-up was involved than it was very easy to brush statements from victims as them lying or not remembering things correctly.

That can come later, he tells himself, as he moves to text Tsukauchi. Worst case, if she's working with villains he has his scarf and she'll be with a member of the police as well when questioned. And if her circumstances weren't too severe, it might be seen as wasted effort but Aizawa will be able to rest knowing that he hadn't dismissed someone out of hand.

Thankfully, the detective's number is still saved somewhere on his phone from a previous assignment, and he's glad for the immediate response despite the time.

He briefly typed out an explanation about how an a kid, alone, had asked for his presence. Aizawa asked Tsukauchi if he's familiar with a pink-haired girl with white wings, but the man seemed confused about the situation and replied that he's never encountered such a person. Aizawa's frustration about the situation grew, but he tries to quell it.

Not having all the facts irked him, but he's intimately familiar with the need for patience.

Tsukauchi tells him that he'll be at the station, and Aizawa replied with an affirmative that he'll join him there with the kid. He looked up to see the kid is still in the same position, looking at him with her head tilted.

"Did you contact them?" she questions. She attempts to peer at his phone but frowns when he slips it back into his jacket.

"Yes," he responds tiredly, "but make sure that whatever you tell Detective Tsukauchi is worthwhile."

"Don't worry!" she chirped, and it's enthusiastic despite the clear exhausted state she's in. "What I have to tell him is definitely worth his time."

"Alright," he says. He finds that it's best to stay professional but show that he's willing to listen. "Let's head to the station."

Aizawa can see the girl freeze, and he empathizes with her exhaustion as he can see when she registers that she's going to have actually move.

"Can I fly there?" she asks, pleading, and Aizawa feels bad for her but as a hero, he has an obligation to the law.

"Sorry, kid." She slumps, looking downcast, and Aizawa is even prepared to carry her if she genuinely can't move before she straightens up and slides down the tree, and he follows after her using his scarf to get him down.

"No fair," she mutters, looking enviously at his scarf, before looking at him.

Aizawa realizes that she's probably looking for him to take the lead in the direction that they're supposed to go. Patrolling the area multiple times has made him intimately familiar with it's layout, so he moves to take the front while glancing back every minute to make sure that the girl doesn't try and ditch him.

She didn't look like much at the moment, but he'd been unpleasantly surprised by appearances a couple of times at the beginning of his career, and Aizawa does his best to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

A silence fills between them as they walk, but it isn't awkward and Aizawa appreciated the fact that there isn't any need for small talk between them. The weather is pleasant and he basks in the quietness, the only sounds being their footsteps and distant noises.

Satori appreciates how Eraserhead doesn't try and make small talk with her as they make their way towards the police station, because she doesn't think she can keep up a conversation while keeping in mind politeness. The constant glances her way are somewhat annoying— she wasn't going to bolt— but she understood the necessity of making sure she didn't escape.

Suddenly, her stomach lets out an embarrassing growl. Eraserhead whips his head back, reacting quickly to the noise, but Satori can see the moment he realizes what the sound was.

She hadn't eaten anything within the last day, and Eraserhead clearly can tell she's absolutely starving. She tries her best not to shrink as he pauses to look at her, assessing.

He lets out a sigh, and takes out his phone and types something out. His phone is pointed towards him, so Satori can't make out anything, but she can see the flash as he gets a reply to whatever he's typed out. Eraserhead then looks towards her, one hand still holding his phone. Satori can already tell that he's going to ask her something.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks her, and Satori's surprised by the question. He doesn't ask her if she wanted anything, but what she wanted. It doesn't allow her to say no but she's still touched by the offer. Eraserhead was clearly tired, but the fact that he was willing to offer despite the fact that he surely wanted to get home was… really nice of him.

"It's on me," he adds, "but needs to be something quick." The clarification is appreciated, but Satori already has an answer in mind.

"Fried chicken?" she questions, looking hopefully at the man. Hopefully, her answer would fulfill the category of being something quick. God, she hasn't had any in months. If Eraserhead got her some, he'd become her new favorite hero.

She tries not to laugh when she sees the skeptical look he shoots at her wings before typing on his phone. Her and her dad have had this debate with Aunt Rumi plenty of times.

Eating fried chicken was not cannibalism, thank you very much.

And even if it was, Satori loves it so much that she probably would still eat as much as before.

Eraserhead, satisfied with whatever response he's received, puts his phone back into his outfit before nodding at her to continue walking. Trailing behind him, the thought of having fried chicken takes over her mind as she fantasized about eating some for the first time in almost forever.

Satori's so distracted, and her hunger doesn't exactly help the situation, that she doesn't even notice when Eraserhead stops and says, "We're here."

Thank god, Satori thinks, as Eraserhead scans his hero license and the doors allow them in. The coolness of the building hits her, and she rakes her hand through her hair to allow the air to cool her head. There are a couple of policemen in the building, who Satori thinks are performing late-night shifts. Some of them turn their heads up at the sight of someone entering, but go back to their work after seeing Eraserhead.

He probably comes here a lot, she thinks, because of his hero work.

One officer with a cat head looks up, and smiles at the sight of Eraserhead.

"Eraser!" he calls, and the hero in question turns his head to the officer. He gives the cat officer a polite nod. "Officer Tamakawa."

The officer shakes his head. "I keep telling you to call me Officer Sansa! Anyway, Tsukauchi's already in. Room 303."

Eraserhead simply nods before glancing towards Satori as he began to make his way. She follows him, feeling uncertain as she spots the officer in her peripheral vision look towards her inquisitively.

Regardless, Satori continues onwards until Eraserhead stops, before pushing open a door. Peeling letters at the top spell out 'Room 303.'

Inside, a nondescript man is sitting on a chair. He quickly rises to his feet at their arrival, a small smile on his face.

"Eraserhead," he says warmly, "It's good to see you again."

"Detective Tsukauchi," Eraserhead responds, with a nod conveying that's it's nice to see the other man as well. Short, stilted silence follows, before the detective claps his hands.

"Not one for conversation, right? Still—" he stops, rummaging around a large cabinet. He pulls out a bag, and the mouthwatering smell hits Satori.

She almost feels like crying.

"I got what you requested," Tsukauchi says, and Satori does her best to be respectful even as she snatches the bag off of the desk it was placed on. Opening it, she grins at the warmth of the chicken seeps into her hands.

"Thank you," she says, conveying her gratitude to both men. Tsukauchi smiles awkwardly while Eraserhead gives her a sharp nod. There was even a soda included in the bag, which she hadn't expected.

Satori feels uncertain about what to do next. She really wants to start eating, but it wouldn't be polite to do so until later. But she's absolutely starving, and her self-control was decreasing.

As if he could read her mind, Eraserhead tells her "You can eat. Just let Tsukauchi ask you questions while you do so."

It's an open invitation, and Satori immediately takes it. Sitting down, she opens the container and marvels at the fried chicken. Her hunger outweighs her amazement though, and she dips the chicken into the sauce before taking a large bite out of it. A loud crunch sounds across the room, but Satori can't bring herself to care.

Tsukauchi flips open a laptop and settles down into the chair on the opposite side, while Eraserhead remains standing behind her.

"What's your name?" he asks, and Satori swallows before answering.

"Satori," she answers, and she knows that it will register as true but it isn't the full answer.

"Last name?" he questions, and Satori take a sip of her soda to stall for time.

Answering with Takami would be the best option, because it wasn't recognizable. It was the name her dad had given her, after all. On the other hand, the hero commission could connect her to her dad if they had access to these records, which would be dangerous.

Answering with Todoroki on the other hand… while it wouldn't be false, it'd probably cause a shitstorm of epic proportions that she definitely wanted to avoid.

Looking behind her, Eraserhead doesn't say anything. But Satori knows that the man can recognize her attempt at stalling for what it was. He'd be an atrocious hero if he couldn't.

Satori tries to go over what she knows about the detective as quickly as she can. Stalling would only work for so long.

Tsukauchi Naomasa's truth-detection quirk would technically say a person was telling the truth if they believed what they were saying was the truth. If she remembered correctly, he was currently a detective and hadn't been promoted yet as the head of Japan's Police Force until after the country had entered a state of emergency due to the PLF.

He also had connections to All Might, who would be essential to taking down Shigaraki. The earlier they started, the easier it would be.

She needed to prove she wasn't delusional, but she didn't want Eraserhead to get caught up in this mess. He didn't know as much about the situation with Shigaraki's predecessor, All For One, and Satori didn't want him to get involved so early.

"Can I speak with you alone, Detective?" she asks, and she can see how Eraserhead tenses while Tsukauchi's frowns.

"I have no intention of harming either of you," she adds quickly, before either of them could get a word in edgewise, "but I have some… confidential matters I'd like to discuss with you, please. Only you."

Tsukauchi pinches the bridge of his nose, but Satori can tell that his quirk has registered her words as true.

It's Eraserhead who speaks first, though, as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"She clearly only wants to speak to you," he begins, "and since she said she isn't a danger, then I'm fine with standing outside. If I see anything amiss, I'll come in."

The detective sighs, but he simply types something out on his laptop and doesn't protest as Eraserhead makes his way outside. Satori appreciates the hero willingly leaving, as other heroes might have insisted on remaining inside and knowing what she wanted to tell the detective.

"Last name?" he asks her again, and Satori puts down the bag as she runs her finger over the hem of her shirt.

"Takami," she answers, and he types something into his laptop before frowning.

"There's no record of anyone born with that name," he says, and she can hear the confusion in his voice. After all, she'd been telling the complete truth.

Of course, he didn't know that she was born around a year from now.

"Detective Tsukauchi," Satori begins. Screw this, she suddenly thinks. No more dancing around.

"Is this being recorded?"

"No," he says, "only criminal investigations are recorded."

The detective is the utmost picture of professionalism. Satori almost feels sorry that she's going to wreck it, but decides to go through with what she'd going to say anyway.

"My name is Satori Takami. I am a time traveler born in December next year. I have information I need to get to All Might. I know that you know him as a civilian and can get into contact with him. The information I have for him is about the villain you know as All For One." The detective is clearly stunned, but Satori can't help herself as she takes a large, satisfying bite out of her fried chicken at his expression.