Chapter 3: Worry

Aizawa frowned as he studied the people being interviewed by the police. Where was she? The three villains had already been transported away. The original two to the police station for holding while the one Mira had taken down was sent to the hospital. He didn't know what her quirk was and the guy seemed pretty out of it and having difficulty breathing so the police had decided it would be the best course of action to have him under medical monitoring for a while. Which again brought him back to where the hell was she?

An officer had already gone to the bathroom to check on her and come back empty handed. No Mira. Had she run, thinking she was in trouble for using her quirk?

Aizawa stalked into the store, checking around everywhere. There was an emergency exit in the back but the alarm had not been set off so he assumed she didn't go through there. There were no windows in the bathroom. Had the police just missed her? Maybe someone had already interviewed her. Aizawa sighed softly. He hadn't even had a chance to check if she was ok. She looked panicked last he had seen her.

He finally went to the police, who all informed him there was no 'Mira' among those interviewed and no one had come forward to inform them of what the quirk used on the third villain had been.

She had run.

The next time Aizawa saw Mira was months later. She had not returned to the store, which only made him more suspicious of her actions. It also, though he would never admit it, made him a little lonely. He had gotten used to their chats. He had even told Hizashi about it. Big mistake, he realized, when the voice hero yelled out her name in excitement on school grounds, asking nearly every student if they knew a woman named Mira. Aizawa had eventually gotten him to shut up by wrapping him in his capture weapon.

"God damn it all, Tomura!" Aizawa studied the angry yelling woman walking in the alleyway that night. He frowned, eyes turning red behind his goggles as he swung down into the ally.

"Is Tomura your colleague?" His voice made her screech as she turned around sharply. She froze at the sight of him and immediately turned her eyes away for a moment before looking back, an odd expression on her face. "Aizawa-san! Are you ok?" she asked, looking over him as if she had expected something. She had probably activated her quirk out of fear. He told himself it was only fear and not malicious intent. She wasn't bad. She was too kind, as she had once told him and he had agreed with the statement.

He deactivated his quirk, allowing his hair to fall back as he removed his goggles. "You left the scene a few months ago."

Mira flinched at his glare. "Ah… Sorry. I, um, got freaked out. Nearly fainted in the, um, bathroom from overusing my quirk and then stumbled out. I think an officer stopped me and asked me some questions but I was so out of it…" she was lying. He knew she was. No officer said anything about a woman of her description, out of it or not.

When he said nothing, Mira gave him a soft smile. "Um, are you on patrol, Hero?"

He nodded.

Mira frowned as she looked down at her feet shyly. "Aizawa-san?" The silence was defining in her ears for a long moment.

"Hm?"

"I need some advice."

"About?"

Short answers. She realized he was unhappy with her. She was sure he would be even more upset if they attacked children like Tomura wanted.

"Well…" she fidgeted under his gaze. "Say that a colleague hypothetically wants to do something I don't agree with to get to a goal. If I help, hypothetically that is, maybe I can prevent the part that I don't agree with or I may end up accidentally making things worse. But if I don't help, it may not happen anyways." She looked him in the eye before taking a deep breath. "I… I don't know what to do."

Aizawa studied her worried expression with concern. He looked up at the sky with a deep sigh, letting go of his anger with her for now. She was just… too kind.

"Well, from what it sounds like… If you don't step in, it could happen and nothing you do could change it. It seems better to try to stop it." He looked at her with a raised brow "Hypothetically of course."

The woman gave a breathtaking smile. "You're right! Of course you are!"

Aizawa wanted to correct her that he wasn't always right but lost the chance when she turned around and ran off. "Thank you!" she called back.

"Wait! It's dangerous walking alone!" He yelled out but she never stopped. "Let me walk you home," he mumbled into his scarf, the words reaching no farther than his own ears.

He turned away, returning to his patrol.

"Pathos," Tomura's gravelly voice pulled the woman's attention.

She blinked a few times at the room around her. "Oh." Was her only response. Tables thrown about, some broken into pieces. Chairs in the same state. One chair, or at least the upper half since the legs had been broken off, was currently in her hands. The walls were a mess too, drywall broken though in some places, insulation hanging from the jagged edges.

"Do you really have to throw a tantrum?" the blue-haired man raised a brow at her in annoyance.

"Look who's talking," Pathos scoffed, dropping the chair and re-adjusting her disheveled hair. She remembered anger as she thought about the fact that Aizawa-san was a pro-hero. How vexing. Hero's were annoying and she wouldn't mind killing a few. Well, just not Aizawa-san. And that's what angered and worried her… the fact that she couldn't just kill him. She liked him too much. And he seemed to like Mira. And what if someone else killed him… The very thought drove her mad. If anyone touched him, she would raze the whole world to find them.

"He's just a hero, Pathos. We can take care of him." Those were the wrong words to say, as Pathos grabbed Tomura by the shirt.

"You will not touch him!" She hissed. "He is mine! No one can hurt him!"

Tomura grunted, pushing her away, careful not to use his quirk as he did so. "And if he shows up? All you know is that he's a hero with a quirk that seems to prevent other quirks. Seems pretty annoying to me."

"If he shows up, I expect you and the others to leave him alone and let me handle him."

"Fine. But if your new toy gets in the way, don't be surprised if I hurt him a bit, just enough to get him out of the way at least."

Pathos nodded at this. "Fine. A little is fine. Hopefully he's not there."