It had been a long five days for Mira.
She wasn't used to going straight home after work - something Zero made her do for his own sanity after she had annoyed him on day two of 'laying low' - and she found herself making excuses as to why she didn't need to go home. She had begged her boss for extra shifts, who had fortunately complied but it wasn't enough. Mira would sit at home, her tv droning on in the background and fidget with her hands, wanting nothing more than to go out and protect her neighbourhood. She needed to.
But because of Zero's ever watchful glare - and the fact he visited her daily at the store to keep her out of trouble - she refrained from doing anything, and chose to suffer.
Imagine her complete delight when on the fifth day of her house arrest, some low-level punk came into her store and tried to rob it.
"Yeah I don't even think so," Mira rolled her eyes at him, her dark blue hair shifting subtly to lighter shade as she activated her quirk. "What are you like sixteen or something? Go back to your mother and apologize for being a little shit."
The boy nodded, turning and walking away to the door he had just entered, brushing by a damp looking Zero.
"Wanna explain that?" He asked, putting his backpack up on the counter and shaking his hair loose, water droplets falling around him.
"Nah I'm good," Mira shrugged and gave him a tight lipped smile, trying to contain her excitement. "So what new toys did you bring me?"
He moved the backpack out of her reach before she could lay a finger on it. "Chill Mira. I just brought the one for today."
Only one? Frowning she watched him pull a metal cylinder out of the backpack. "What is it?"
"New support staff." He brandished the weapon looking proud - and a touch smug - with himself.
"...so nothing new then."
"Mira!" Zero chided and dramatically placed a hand to chest. "Your words wound me."
"Uh-huh."
"Oh yee of little faith," he muttered, taking a step back from the counter. "Just watch then!"
Zero held the cylinder out before Mira who stood behind the counter with her arms crossed over her chest waiting to be impressed. After taking a quick glance and making sure he wouldn't potentially damage anything, he pressed a hidden button on the cylinder and let out a happy yelp as both ends extended quickly, making it a full metal staff. "Pretty cool, eh?"
Mira's onyx eyes sparkled and she couldn't help the wide grin that broke across her face. "Gimme!"
Chuckling he hit the button again, returning it to its smaller size and handed it to her. "On top of making it compact, I also made it stronger than your other one. It is a bit heavier because of that, but this way you won't be needing to replace it every few weeks because you bent it."
"Not my fault most people I got against have some sort of strengthening quirk," she barely looked at him as she fiddled with her new weapon, weighing it in each hand trying to get a feel for it.
"I've also been toying with the idea of adding some sort of stunning system in it," He adjusted his glasses on his face, absentmindedly thinking aloud. "It would only be for when you couldn't handle someone with just brute strength...what do you think?"
"Oh I like that." Mira grinned wider, putting the cheshire cat to shame.
"...you got a bit too excited about that, so that idea is just gonna go on the back burner for now."
"Boo no fun." She pouted for a second before smiling again. "Hey is it cool if I go out tonight?"
"Well I haven't heard anything at all, so I guess it would be okay…" He ran a hand through his damp hair, slicking it back out of his face. Zero regarded his friend thoughtfully, pursing his lips together. "You have to be careful though. And you need to stay-"
"Stay away from pro heroes." Mira finished flashing him a quick grin that made his heart jump before turning her attention back to the weapon. She was trying to figure out the best way to hold it to have access to the button at this point, and nearly hitting herself in the face when the bars extended out. "Whatever you say sir."
A pink blush coloured Zero's face and he looked away from his oblivious friend, scolding himself. Mira of course didn't notice. She never noticed the effect she had on Zero, and he wasn't about to draw any attention to it now.
No, she was instead excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet, unable to contain herself now that she was given the go ahead to patrol again.
Two more hours and I can go.
Eraserhead landed without a noise on the roof of the building, perching on the ledge while he scanned the deserted street below, the streetlights illuminating a harsh yellow along the way. At almost two in the morning the world around him - save for a few people - was asleep, and that's just as he preferred. He had no time or patience to deal with the throngs of people that made up day to day life, and he mused that perhaps the vigilante was the same way.
His bloodshot eyes burned as he removed his goggles, pushing them on to the top of his head, and pulled out his bottle of eyedrops from one of the many pouches on his belt.
Need more soon. He absentmindedly put the drops in his eyes and blinked a few times before pulling the goggles back down over them. Should do for now.
A man walking on the sidewalk below caught his attention and he observed him on edge, unsure of whether or not he'd need to step in. He relaxed but only slightly once the man entered an apartment building, and allowed his mind to go back to the conversation he had earlier on with Detective Tsukauchi;
Detective Tsukauchi was surprised to see the erasure hero approaching his desk considering it was still early in the evening and he was empty handed. But still he set down his paperwork and gave the hero a greeting smile. "Eraserhead! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Aizawa was slouching with his hands deep in his pockets, yellow goggles pushed messily up onto his head, and the bottom half of his face buried amongst his capture weapon. He looked down on the detective tiredly, and for a brief moment considered turning around and leaving to go home and sleep for however long he could before his patrol. "I need your help with something."
The detective in turn raised an eyebrow, surprised at what the hero said, and gestured for him to sit in the chair next to his desk. "What do you need help with?"
The chair scraped along the linoleum floor of the precinct, the high pitch garnering a few odd looks from other officers, as Aizawa sat down, folding his arms as he did so. "Information. It could be nothing at all, but my gut is telling me this is something they've done before."
Tsukauchi tried to follow along with what the clearly overworked man was saying, but while he was a detective and could make deductions easily, he was no mind reader.
Aizawa was growing more irritated as each second passed, the few people that were in the precinct were more than enough to cause him to go edge.
Should've done this later on.
"Look, I'm sure you heard about what happened last night." Tsukauchi attempted to mask his chuckle with a cough, earning a piercing glare from the hero. "I just need some info on that area. Any unusual villain or crime activity that's been going on, or even another underground hero I'm not aware of."
"Unusual how?"
"Any reports of memory fuzziness, or people acting out in sudden and strange ways."
Detective Tsukauchi couldn't stop the smirk that teased his lips. "Like the pretty princess?"
First Hizashi, then Nemuri, and now… His jaw clenched and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Yes. Like the pretty princess."
He clicked his pen open and scribbled on the corner of a notepad while he spoke to the hero, "I can look into it but I can't guarantee anything. From what I've heard, that neighbourhood isn't the best so my guess is that there's a lot of unreported crime."
The erasure hero sood, the chair scraping once more, and gave a nod to the detective before walking away, desperate to get out of the stifling building. "I'd appreciate whatever you can give me."
The information Tsukauchi managed to dig up was...interesting at best.
In the past two years, it seemed the ratio of crimes committed and actual arrest rates have done a complete one-eighty; and now instead of crime being at an all time high, it's practically non-existent, while arrest rates are through the roof.
However it wasn't thanks to the police force, or rather it was because the criminals were willingly turning themselves over to be arrested, oftentimes showing up with items they stole, weapons they used, and anything else that would further incriminate them.
These revelations didn't go unnoticed by both Tsukauchi and Aizawa, and upon pressing further for questioning the captain at that precinct told him about the vigilante Whisper, who apparently is the sole reason for the reversed numbers.
Anger had pooled in the pit of the hero's stomach when Tsukauchi relayed that tidbit of information to him. Whisper was nothing more than a criminal trying to play hero, and the fact the police did nothing to put an end to their behaviour, and instead seemed to encourage it, irritated Aizawa to no end.
He pulled out his phone, squinting at the brightness the screen held despite it being set to the lowest brightness level, and opened up the picture the detective had sent him.
It was a simple sketch, one he had already memorized - a dark hooded figure, black face mask, unknown age or gender.
In short, Whisper was a walking shadow, which in turn made his job harder to do and pissed him off further.
With a sigh the erasure hero pocketed his phone once again while standing up from his perch, his knees popping as he did so - god when did that start happening to him?
Another hour or so and I'll call it a night.
Dropping from the rooftop as silently as possible, Eraserhead sticks to the shadows as he makes his way to another street in search of the vigilante.
A wide smile pulled at Mira's lips, hidden behind the black surgical mask she wore, as she stood in the middle of a small side street, holding onto the new staff Zero had given her earlier. Oh this is good.
She watched as the two people she had busted just moments before for a drug deal shuffled their way onto the main road, headed in a vague direction of the police station where they were instructed to turn themselves in.
Pressing the button on her weapon it quickly retracted and she slid it up her sleeve as she turned the opposite way on her heel and debated on stopping by someplace to get ice cream before she went home. Where would I even get ice cream at two-thirty in the morning?
It had been a long night. A good one, but a long one. Mira was adjusting to patrolling again after five days of doing absolutely nothing, and she was surprised at how much her body had been screaming at her the whole time.
I really need to be in better shape. She thought to herself, dragging her fingertips along the rough brick surface of a building she walked beside. But first, ice cream!
As the vigilante was about to jog off to one of the many twenty-four hour convenience stores her neighbourhood homed, she felt a familiar cloth wrap around her, pulling tight so that her arms were stuck at her sides.
As luck would have it, Eraserhead had finally found the vigilante he sought after spending the night searching for her, and Mira groaned making a pathetic attempt at wiggling her way out even though she knew it was pointless.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
All the girl wanted was to get some ice cream.
Eraserhead emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing red while his hair lifted upwards. He tightened his grip on his end of the capture weapon and glared at her. " You. "
While Mira rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, she couldn't help but appreciate how cool the underground hero looked right now. Man, Zero would kill to be in my spot. "Yes me. What is it you want?"
Mira saw his eye twitch and took a silent pleasure in it. Good. I hope I annoy the fuck out of you.
The hero jerked the capture weapon, ignoring the small yelp that left the vigilante's mouth as she stumbled on her feet, stopping short so that she stood toe to toe with the tall man. Aizawa bent down to examine her face closely, or rather examine her eyes; mentally taking note of anything he could see that wasn't covered by the ridiculous black surgical mask she wore. His own onyx eyes stared into hers and he was a bit taken aback at how much they reminded him of his own, save for the now permanence of bloodshot veins etched in the whites. "You really going to cop an attitude now kid?"
"What're you gonna do princess , tie me up?"
"So I was right," his voice was tired and borderline disinterested, as if he'd rather be anywhere but there, and yet Mira could hear the power laced throughout it, and it sent chills down her spine. "It was you from the other night."
Oh shit.
"Okay yup, ya got me," she said quickly, mentally kicking herself for her slipup. Damn being a smartass. "Now what?"
He threw her a cautious look. Just what this girl was playing at, Aizawa couldn't even begin to try and figure it out. "You're gonna come with me. We need to have a little chat on vigilantism, improper use of one's quirk, and the repercussions it has."
Mira smirked at him, shrugging her shoulders to the best of her ability. "Aye aye captain."
She maintained eye contact with the erasure hero waiting for him to slip up. She knew that eventually he'd have to blink; no one could keep their eyes open forever, and thanks to the mini lesson Zero had drilled into her head on his favourite hero, she knew that it would be soon.
Mira continued to watch him carefully, examining his face for any sign that he would blink.
Not good. Aizawa felt the telltale burn behind his eyes, he knew his time would be up soon. If only he had his eye drops things would be different. His hands trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the weapon, knuckles turning white as he did so. He couldn't blink, not now. "What're you looking at kid?"
"An opening." Without thinking Mira hooked her ankle around the heroes and tugged his leg out from beneath him, causing his back to hit the pavement as he fell, and unfortunately dragged her down on top of him - something she wasn't expecting to have happened, but then again she doesn't expect most of the dumb shit she tries to actually work.
His hair fell down loose around him again and his now black eyes looked into hers, finally he had blinked.
"Sorry about that," she kept her voice low, not wanting it to echo in the empty street, and activated her quirk, her left eye turning a deep blue as she did. "So this was nice and all, but I'm gonna need you to let me out of whatever this capture thing is."
Aizawa frowned at her but wordlessly let go of the scarf, and with a sigh of relief Mira sat up while still straddling the erasure hero, rubbing circulation back into her now free arms. "Ah thank you, now if you don't mind…" She got up off the hero and bent down to him, extending her hand to help him up. "Well earned ice cream is calling my name, so I'd appreciate it if you left me alone for the rest of the night."
She winked at him as he grabbed her outstretched hand, and it was as if that wink triggered something for him. "Wasn't your left eye a different colour before?"
Her face paled and her heart dropped. Did he just say what she thought he said? It had been forever and a day, since Mira had had to deal with someone so perceptive.
She mentally kicked herself again because of course a pro hero would notice subtle changes unlike the low-level thugs she was used to dealing with.
Jerking her hand away from him, she turned on her heel and started to jog away, calling over her shoulder to him. "Nope! Must be mistaken or something!"
Gotta get out of here. NOW.
Aizawa still sat on the ground, the capture scarf he onto loosely covered his lap. "Hang on a minute…"
Mira broke out in a run, her steel toe boots pounding against the wet cement as she did so. I should probably do a costume change or something soon.
Air suddenly shot by the side of her face, and she didn't have to look to know that Eraserhead had launched the damn capture scarf at her again, thankfully just missing her hooded figure. She heard him yell after her, and just knew that he was now up and giving chase. "You're supposed to be captured Whisper! How in the hell did you get out?!"
Mira let herself laugh at the hero's exasperation. Good. You don't need to figure out how my quirk works just yet. "Sorry Eraser! It's been a long night and like I said before, ice cream is calling my name!"
She ducked down preemptively and felt the scarf graze the top of her head through her hood. It was close - too close for her - and she knew that she should probably reign in the cockiness, but on the other hand Mira was quite enjoying pressing the buttons of the erasure hero who chased after her.
"Get your ass back here kid !"
Ignoring the urge to stop and attempt to punch the bastard for calling her a kid again , she swiftly turned down onto a back street, patting herself on the back for only stumbling slightly. "For the last fucking time, I AM TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD!"
"Then why are you acting like a child?" He growled out, following her with little effort. Why he was even entertaining a conversation with her Aizawa didn't know. There was just something about this girl that got under his skin, more so than the problem children he dealt with on a daily basis.
He managed to get his capture weapon around her ankle as the vigilante made a leap towards the chain link fence that was blocking their path, and pulled hard, fully expecting her to fall to the ground so he could drag her back. Imagine his surprise when Mira instead let out a screech of pain with some choice words.
Seriously? Aizawa pulled again as he watched the vigilante hold onto the fence for dear life. Though it was a rather humorous sight, he had to admire her stubbornness and her absolute desire to not be captured. She's a vigilante. Of course she doesn't want to be captured.
"For fuck sakes can you please stop stretching me!?" Sweat was falling from Mira's forehead and she wanted nothing more than to rip the surgical mask off her face and actually breathe.
"And here I thought you'd want to be taller." He chuckled darkly while pulling the scarf again, and Mira could feel her right shoulder start to slip out of place.
Auntie is gonna have a field day with me.
"First of all; fuck you!" She spat out as her mind raced with ideas. In the two years Mira had been a vigilante she never once had an encounter like this, the closest thing to sort of compare was a few months ago when she had gone against someone who was stupidly wearing earbuds and her quirk didn't work on them. My quirk! You goddamn idiot! If she could slap herself she would have. "Second of all; I think you should probably let me go now."
There was a moment of silence followed by the low chuckle of Eraserhead. "Yeah that's not gonna happen."
Mira sighed and hung her head, a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of her nose. "You're using your quirk aren't you?"
"I am."
She could hear the self-satisfied smile that she just knew was spread across his face. "Dammit all."
Mira gripped onto the fence tighter, the chainlinks digging into her skin as she did so, and she did her best to ignore that and the heated pain that was moving radiating from her right shoulder. Let's just try plan B then. Preparing her body as best as she could, she tightened her core and tensed her arms. Taking a deep breath in she lifted her legs slightly before yanking both forward with the intent of pulling the hero off balance and loosening his grip.
Never in a million years did she expect it to work, and chalked it up as another instance of pure luck when she felt her feet land against the fence.
The capture weapon had loosened for only a moment, but it was enough time for her to kick it down so that when Eraserhead tightened it again it was wrapped around her boot instead of her leg.
"Why are you so intent on tying me up Eraser?" Her cockiness came back full force as she kicked at her boot, wiggling her foot out of it. "Is this some sort of fantasy of yours or something?"
Not waiting for his reply she scrambled up and over the fence as the boot the capture weapon was still wound around, fell with a pleasing thump before the hero. Mira dropped down, hitting her knees as she did so, her leggings ripping from the impact, and turned to him peeling her mask off and sticking her tongue out at the hero who stood on the other side seething.
With a laugh she sprinted away, knowing that her victory would be short lived if she didn't haul ass out of there.
Hide. Gotta find a place.
The thought repeated in her head over and over as she ran through the empty streets, her bootless foot growing more and more damp, and her chest burning with every breath she took - in her defense, she had never needed to really exert herself this much, and it was seriously taking a toll on her body.
She spotted a large garbage bin behind a bar that was unsurprisingly still open, and dove behind it, pressing her back against the wall in the shadow, doing her best to not think about what she may or may not be crouching in as she watched the street guardedly, waiting for Eraserhead to find her.
After what seemed like forever, Mira stepped out slowly, ignoring the odd looks she received from the few that were outside the bar smoking. Yes, she knew how she looked. No, she did not want to start a conversation about it.
Trudging down the street as her body screamed angrily at her and exhaustion crept it's way in, she thought about how this whole endeavor earned her two containers of ice cream instead of the one. Besides, she could always use them to ice her aching limbs if need be.
Lost in a deep thought over what flavours she should buy it was no surprise when Eraserhead was able to drop down from the top of a lamppost with no detection and pin her face first to the ground, gripping her wrist as he pulled her arm back and planting a knee on her lower back to keep the vigilante from squirming away.
"Don't even think about it Whisper." Aizawa grumbled wanting to be done with this incessant game of cat and mouse. He had sleep to try and get before having to deal with the chaos that was class 1-A.
"You know I really hate that na-" Mira's sentence is cut off by the capture scarf being wrapped around the lower half of her head, successfully covering her mouth.
"I'm tired of hearing you talk." Mira could feel him shift around, his grip on her never loosening.
Guess he's learning. Damn.
Mira squirmed underneath him and turned her head to glare up at him, blue hair that had come loose from her ponytail sticking to her forehead. She was mad - no, she was pissed . Eraserhead could see that clearly etched on her face as he glared back at her, pulling his phone out. Not his fault she got caught for a third time tonight. "You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep struggling like that kid."
Muffled noises came from her, and he could only assume that she was busy cursing at him for calling her kid again.
Well maybe if you didn't act like such a child. He rolled his eyes and dialed the number, bringing it to his ear and waiting.
Her thoughts reeled as she panicked beneath the hero, tears stinging her eyes.
Calm down. Just fucking breathe you idiot. Think about what you can do from this position...think about what Zero would do...think about…
It was no use. Mira had started to spiral before she could stop herself and she hated it. Hated feeling this weak, this helpless, this pathetic. Two years. She had been doing this for two years and not once had she been in a position such as this. If only she wasn't so cocky, so smart-mouthed, so everything that Zero had warned her to not be.
Mira kicked her legs in frustration and yelled into the capture weapon that was still around her mouth. Eraserhead glanced down at her briefly before continuing his conversation with whoever was on the end of the phone.
THINK!
Mira felt something cold against her arm that currently wasn't being held behind her back by the grumpy hero and she was suddenly grounded.
This...this could work.
Attempting to stay as inconspicuous as possible, Mira managed to get the metal cylinder out of her sleeve and angled it next to her face, keeping a close on the hero. Just calm down Mira, not like you're about to do something incredibly stupid…
She knew that was a lie.
Mira slammed one end of her support item in the ground, effective jamming it, as she pressed the button to release the opposite end. She watched with wide-eyed horror as the metal rod shot up and instead of going past his head to startle him as Mira had intended, it went directly into his nose. Oh he's going to kill me. This man is 100% going to kill me.
With a pained cry Aizawa let go and Mira was able to shimmy out from beneath him, taking off into sprint. How badly she wanted to distance herself from him and the potential wrath he would bring down upon her only made her ignore the harsh burn of her lungs as she hauled ass as fast as she could.
"I'm so sorry about that princess," she yelled as she ran, and while she was teasing him a bit Mira was absolutely genuine in her apology. Honestly, she didn't mean to get him square in the face, and again blamed it on dumb luck. "We'll continue this next time, yeah?"
Please don't let there be a next time. That man will kill me.
Aizawa sat there, gripping his bloodied and broken nose, with tears streaming from his burning eyes as he watched the vigilante get away from the third time that night. Complete exhaustion took hold of his body, and he just couldn't bring himself to get up and chase after her - she had after all, given him too much trouble that night.
I hate my job.
"Eraserhead? Is everything okay on your end? Do we need to send backup?" Detective Tsukauchi's small voice can be heard from the phone that now lay on the ground next to him.
He picked up his phone with his free hand, and spoke into it, his voice nasally from the break. "No, but I have new information for you."
The lights in the precinct were far too bright and loud for Eraserhead as he sat in the same uncomfortable chair from days prior, glowering at the clock on the wall across the room as it slowly ticked by, rubbing in the fact that he would be going without sleep before having to go to his class at UA. His fifth cup of black coffee sat on the desk beside him, waiting for him to finish it and move onto his sixth cup - because let's be honest, the erasure hero needed all the caffeine his body could possibly handle before his heart up and quit due to the stimulus.
Detective Tsukauchi was leaning back in his somewhat more comfortable desk chair, his short black hair tousled from running his hands through in disbelief as Eraserhead told him about his run-in with vigilante Whisper. He sipped on his coffee and regarded the hero over the rim carefully, noticing that the two black eyes he was sporting were steadily becoming darker as time went on. The most noticeable thing to Tsukauchi however, was the few times he had interacted with the hero - mainly him bringing in someone to be arrested - how he had always had a look of perpetual tiredness ingrained on his face, as if he was one step away from passing out due to exhaustion. Now all Tsukauchi saw was irritation.
He took another long sip of his coffee, appreciating the slight burn as it went down his throat, before starting the conversation. "So."
"So?" Eraserheads response held an unimpressed tone to it.
"So that's a lot of new information to take in," Tsukauchi set his mug out of the way and shuffled the papers he had written his notes on as Aizawa was speaking. "And you're certain that's how her quirk works?"
There was a moment of tense silence as the erasure hero stopped glowering at the clock on the wall and directed it instead to the detective. "I'd say I'm pretty positive."
To his credit, the detective shifted uncomfortably under the hero's glare and cleared his throat. "And you're absolutely sure of the new details of their appearance?"
Sighing heavily hurt the erasure hero's face, but he couldn't stop himself from doing so. He truly did not want to be there right now. "Yes I am Tsukauchi. This short kid with black eyes that change colour, wearing a black surgical mask, and an oversized hoodie."
The detective peered up from his notes. "Kid? I thought you said they were twenty-four?"
"That's what she says but she acts too much like a damn child to be taken seriously."
A smile ghosted the detective's lips as he clicked his tongue in thought. "I see."
The two sat in a bubbled silence, the regular noises of the precinct seeming to not make it to their ears. The hero drank back his fifth cup of coffee, and made a note to go straight to the teachers lounge for more once he got to UA, while the detective toyed with several ideas on how to deal with their vigilante. Was it even worth it to open a full blown investigation? Probably not at this point, and even though she was doing more good than anything else, she was still technically breaking the law. Perhaps if he could coordinate something with that neighbourhood's police force...
Tsukauchi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. There were times when he hated being an officer.
"Okay," he said, coming to a decision. "What's going to happen is that I'll head down to the precinct and give them the updated information, talk with them and see if it fits anyone they can think of and go from there. You will go back to doing your normal patrols in your normal area and leave Whisper alone for now. From the sounds of it, the two of you are playing this weird game of cat and mouse that's frustrating you both equally." The detective pushed on, ignoring the hero's open mouth as he attempted to argue. "Going by her MO she won't be doing any harm, in fact it seems like she's claimed that neighbourhood as her patrol area and wants what's best."
The hero's mouth snapped shut as he mulled over what Tsukauchi said. Begrudgingly the hero agreed with the detective, and gave him a tired nod. "That...is the most logical way to approach this I suppose."
"Fantastic," Tsukauchi stifled a yawn. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go home and pass out for a bit before heading to the precinct."
Aizawa glowered at the clock once more before rising with the detective. "Unfortunately I have a class to teach soon."
The burnt-out men were looking a bit worse for wear as they dragged themselves out of the station, both squinting at the harsh morning sun once they were outside on the steps.
Tsukauchi yawned and stretched, his once tucked in shirt coming loose from his dress pants. "I'll let you know if I find anything new."
Eraserhead grunted in response as he walked towards UA, waving his goodbye over his shoulder. He doubted the detective would find anything new, but gods he was just too tired to say anything else to the man.
The entirety of class 1-A was watching their lethargic teacher struggling to function more than usual to get through the lesson he was teaching. The way he nodded off while writing something on the board before them, how he leaned against the podium only to doze off before jolting awake and continuing on as if nothing had happened. But what they really noticed - and it was honestly hard not to - were his eyes and how they were almost non existent amongst the deep purple and blue bruising that circled them.
How their teacher got the black eyes in the first place was unknown to them, but they did know that it put him in a very short tempered mood.
Kaminari Denki was...not exactly the smartest student there was. Was he dumb? No, he did make it into the top class at UA however , he was definitely not the brightest.
Case in point, once Aizawa turned his back to the class to attempt to write something on the board, Denki had leaned forward and whispered - rather he failed to whisper - to Kirishima, Mina, and Sero. "So uh, what do you think happened to him?"
Sero at least had the courtesy to look nervously at his teacher's back, knowing that they really shouldn't be discussing this, especially during class, but still unable to stop himself. "Not sure man. Maybe a villain attack?"
"That makes sense because he does night patrols!" Mina bobbed her head in agreement, her black eyes sparkling. "But...we've never seen it this bad before."
The four of them are quiet, lost in different thoughts of what could have happened to their teacher, and Kirishima glanced quickly at Denki praying that his friend isn't going to be as stupid as he thinks.
"Do you think he'll tell us if we ask him?"
Kirishima's prayers were not answered and he groaned. "Denki come on-"
"-You never know unless you try!" Mina was quick to cut Kirishima off to egg on her electric friend.
Apparently that was all Denki needed to hear as he wasted no time in shooting his hand up in the air, even though the teacher's back was still turned to them. Unable to wait to be called on, his voice echoed throughout the otherwise quiet classroom, "Aizawa-sensei? What happened to yo-"
Poor Denki never got the chance to finish his sentence, as the erasure hero cut him off quickly by wrapping his capture weapon around the poor boy, his red eyes glowing intensely and his hair drifting upwards.
"Not. A. Single. Word." He punctuated each word harshly as he glared at his troublesome class, while still keeping the capture wrapped around Denki, who was staring wide-eyed at his teacher in fear.
Thankfully for him, his class actually complied and made no other mention of the bruising on his face in his classroom or even outside of it, for the rest of the day.
If only the same could have been said for Hizashi.
Upon seeing his friend's black eyes, the voice hero burst out in an ear piercing cackle knowing that he had received them from the vigilante he was tracking down. Fortunately Aizawa was quick to erase his quirk with a sharp look, deciding then and there he was going to tie Hizashi and leave him in a closet somewhere.