Chapter 2:Questions and Answers

Hey, I'm back. I decided to post another chapter because why not. My OC will be featured more than she was last chapter.

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I'm sorry if any characters are OOC.

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Chapter 2

Why are people always so loud? It's annoying, and quite frankly, it hurts. The platinum blonde girl was sitting in her usual spot in the corner. Taking a sip of her drink she stared at the table in front of her. Why am I doing this? How long has it been? Why does everyone always need to stare at me when I leave? She cycled through the usual questions she asked herself every morning.

"May I ask you a few questions?"

Someone broke her train of thought. She looked at the one who did and saw a man standing near her booth. He was skinny and had tired blood shot eyes. The hair on his head looked matted and unkempt. His dark green jump suit had obviously seen better days. The long, grey scarf around his neck seemed completely impractical and more like a burden than anything else. Wait. When did he get here?

"I guess," she replied sounding irritated. 'Great, one person wants to talk to me and soon more will. Hopefully that won't happen. I can't deal with people this early…or ever in that case.' She cursed herself as the strange man sat down. 'Apparently, I didn't sound irritated enough, or this is one of those people who don't take no for an answer.' Why does the world hate me? "What do you want?"

"I guess," the girl's reply was brusque and sounded irritated. Her scratchy and dry voice did not match the way she looked at all. Aizawa sat down as the person sitting in front of him went back into quiet concentration. "What do you want?" another brusque sentence, but this time with a bit of a growl.

"May I ask your name?" She stared at him blankly, sipped her drink, and then stared some more. Almost as if waiting for something. After a solid minute she replied, albeit rather grudgingly.

"Abeck, yours?" Now Aizawa knew this girl was irritated. Clearly, she wanted to be left alone.

"Aizawa Shota," but he wasn't leaving anytime soon. There was something off about Abeck that he wanted, no needed to figure out. "Is your arm alright?"

"What's it to you? Are you the injury police?" She took another sip of her drink and pulled a nail filler out of a one strap backpack. While filing the nails on her right hand, which he noticed strangely resembled claws, she became even more rude. "You wanted to interrogate me in the middle of a coffee shop, and I'm really not up to it right now. So, if you could finish asking your questions and leave, I would highly appreciate it."

Aizawa was taken back by that, considering she used the word interrogate. Not to mention, the only people whom he has ever meet with that level of irritance in their voice were villains. Villains who were captured and actually being interrogated. His eyes narrowed ask he asked another question. "Very well. You've been coming here for five years straight, and ordering the same drink every time. Why?"

Now it was Abeck's turn to be shocked. She looked at him with an 'are you serious' face then turned away and mumbled "its been that long?" quietly. However, Aizawa still heard her, but didn't press into the matter, yet. Sighing, she answered with, "I come here because I'm tired."

"Every morning?"

"Well considering you look almost as bad as me, I'm surprised you don't." She finished her nails/claws, inspected them, and put the filer on the table.

"Almost?" Aizawa was once again confused by the girl in front of him. 'I get roughly three to four hours of sleep each night. Not to mention I take naps whenever I can. If I look 'almost' as bad as her,' "how much sleep do you get?"

"If I'm lucky, two and a half hours."

"Each night?" By this point Aizawa was very late to school. But he didn't care. He would just tell everyone he over slept again after a late night of patrolling. Hizashi would probably believe him. Nezu might. Nemuri would give him another lecture on working to late on school nights. "I get roughly three or four hours of sleep each night, and yet you look significantly worse than I do."

"No, not each night. If I'm lucky, I get two and a half hours of sleep each week."

That explains the tired look and the drinks. If she's awake that much than there is a good chance she is the presence he felt that night. And if she was, how did he not find her? "Anything else, or can I leave?"

"I still have a few more questions that need answers. First, I would like to know what you were doing at 2 a.m., on January third." Aizawa tried not to sound curious, he hoped the girl would think he sounded indifferent. Unfortunately for him, Abeck picked up on the slight hint of interest but didn't comment on it.

"Most likely, wandering around the city." Unbeknownst to the hero, Abeck didn't like laying down in one place if she couldn't fall asleep. She would much rather be doing something active. "If I can't fall asleep, why even bother trying?"

Aizawa grunted in response to her question and asked another of his own. "Were you around here?" If she wasn't, then he wasted a lot of his time looking for the wrong person.

"Ok, before I answer that, who in the world would remember the exact spot they were in, at 2 a.m., three weeks ago?" She made a fair point, sadly. Who would remember that?

"Fair enough, then do you remember seeing anyone?" Luckily, she did, and replied with yes. "Do you remember what they looked like?"

"Eh, vaguely. All I remember are golden, google like things."

"So, it was you." Abeck was shocked once more by what the odd man in front of her said. "How did you manage to hide from me?"

"That was you? That explains why anyone would want to talk to me in the first place. I was hiding on the roof…you spent three weeks trying to look for me?" A question, a comment, and answer, and another question all in one breath. This girl isn't very focused, is she?

"Yes, that was me, and yes I spent three weeks trying to figure out who was there because not many people can hide from me. Not to mention I looked everywhere and saw nothing. Even at the tops of the surrounding buildings. How did I not see you?"

"You probably weren't looking hard enough. I'm not that hard to spot, even at night." He was being underestimated, good. If Abeck turned out to be a villain, the less she knew about him, the better.

"Were you using your quirk?" If she was, and has been since that night, she could be arrested for illegally using her quirk.

"Uh…I suppose?" She hesitated, and her response sounded more like a question than an answer. Was she truly using her quirk, did she do something that only took pure skill, or is she aware of the fact that she's talking to a pro?

"You guess? If you don't mind me asking, what is your quirk?" Aizawa's curiosity was officially piqued. She was sipping her drink nervously beforehand, but as soon as he asked that question, she downed the rest of it as fast as she could.

"Oh, would you look at the time?" She stood up abruptly, nearly in a rush to end the conversation as fast as she could. "I need to getting going, bye."

And with that, she left much faster then she had anytime before. Though, like usual, everything stopped as she left, but this time everyone who knew her routine was left confused. After five years of doing the same thing, every day, without fail, today she didn't stop by the counter to order another drink.

That's chapter 2, I hope you all like the story so far

Abeck: Her personality is rude and detached when she doesn't know someone and is typically relaxed and friendly near anyone she is friends with. She stands at around six and a half feet tall, but she looks shorter because she typically slouches when sitting or standing. She is always wearing a black tank top and baggy brown pants. Her cloths look ragged and stitched in various places, mainly below the knees, on the back and on her stomach. She also doesn't like to wear shoes. The reason her left arm is bandaged might come up later.