Chapter Two: The Future

"Have aliens immigrated to Earth?" Aizawa has since unbinded Tome but he keeps in close proximity, actively pulling the back of her blazer's collar as she tries to run off.

"Don't wander off. Also, leave them alone. They're people just like you or I." He messages something on his phone and Tome notices how high-tech it is. Her theory he comes from money still stands.

"There's no way that's true!" She wants to go talk to them. Finally, something exciting happens that stirs her heart. Where are they from? What can they do? Are they as approachable as the shoujo-eyed extraterrestrials?

Aizawa doesn't seem impressed with her answer as he drags her to the police station.

Oh, good. It is a police station.

They sit in some kind of interrogation room, and Tome tries to call or text on her phone but discovers she has no service.

"You better have a good reason for this Eraserhead," said a disheveled average looking Japanese man walking in.

"Eraserhead? What kind of name is that?" Tome had seen the name on his fake I.D. but she didn't think it's his actual name. His parents must have hated him. She would have changed her name if she was in his shoes.

Ignoring her, Aizawa talks to the other man. He points his thumb at Tome. "I think we've got another one of them."

"You woke me up in the middle of my sleep. You're going to have to be clearer than that." Too many cases for his tired brain to sort through.

"Another time traveller."

Tome's brain catches up to the implication. She abruptly stands, the chair she was seated on scrapes against the floor as it gets pushed back. "Actually?! What year is it?"

"This couldn't have waited until morning?" Tsukauchi groaned.

"What else was I supposed to do with her? I can't leave a kid wandering the streets all night."

"I already have one staying in my tiny apartment. You keep one."

"He's probably anxious to see her. Just deal with it."

"That's not how space works."

"You're the one who wanted to keep quiet, so deal with it."

"Could someone explain what's going on?" Tome looks from one man to the other hoping someone would explain to her rather than argue with each other.

"Let me get some coffee and the paperwork and we can discuss everything. Eraserhead, I need your statement too, so no escaping." Tsukauchi's fingers graze through his hair.

"Get me a coffee too, would you?"

"You want anything to drink?" Tsukauchi asks Tome to which she rejects.

Tsukauchi leaves then returns a few minutes later with a mug in each hand and a folder under his armpit.

"I just need to ask some questions upfront." Tome nods. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Kurata Tome."

"Birth date?"

"15th of June 1999."

Even if they expected the egregious answer, Aizawa and Tsukauchi couldn't help but look at Tome strangely.

"Age?"

"16."

"Address?"

"1096-10 Dashi Avenue, Seasoning City." Tsukauchi's fingers twitch before he writes down the answer. If his quirk didn't let him know when people were lying, he would think this was some prank. "Can we get to the part where I'm a time traveler?"

"Do you happen to know someone named Serizawa Katsuya?"

"Eh? You already found Serizawa? It's been what? Less than an hour and this guy found me immediately."

The two men look to each other. Things clearly aren't being spoken.

"Let's stay calm, okay?" Tsukauchi continues. "Serizawa has been here for over a week. He's tried to reach you through your phones every day to no avail. Can you tell us what led to you being here?" It's important to see if their stories match. He could tell when people lie but there's still ambiguity.

She recounts her memory of the portal which matches with Serizawa's recount.

"And that's when you found her?"

"It spat her out into the pavement so I thought it was some untrained quirk usage."

"I still don't know what you mean when you say quirk." It's still weird that there are people who don't know what quirks are.

"It's why we think you're a time traveler. You say you are 16 and born in 1999. That would put you in the year 2015. That's the pre-quirk era. It's currently the 21st of March 2170."

Tome's jaw drops. It was August when they fell in. Though, if this is time travel then it would hardly matter when she left. But 2170? That's over 150 years in the future.

"Most people now possess a quirk. Quirks are superpowers–"

"What are yours?!" Tome was eager to learn more.

"I can erase a person's quirk when looking at them." She can't help but feel like he may as well not have a quirk because what's the point of canceling someone's powers?

"How boring," she says in a deadpanned voice. It isn't the first time Aizawa has heard those words but they still sting. "How about you?"

"I can tell when someone is telling the truth and when they are lying."

Not amazing, but better at least. "Try it on me!"

Tsukauchi already had been, but Tome doesn't give him the chance to vocalize his thoughts.

"I've met aliens!"

"Not this again." Aizawa thinks maybe her comment on the way to the station was part of some larger obsession now. He waits for Tsukauchi to call her out but it seems the man's brain is frying.

"...True." A single word fries Aizawa's brain too.

"I've been possessed."

"True."

"Salmon is better than tuna."

"False." This is why there are grey areas in his quirk. The person just needs to believe what they day.

"I was brainwashed into joining a cult, though it was kind of fun."

"True and true."

Pre-quirk era wasn't problemless but these don't seem like pre-quirk era problems!

"The first party I attended was when I was six years old."

"False."

Only the normal statements turn out to be false while the outlandish claims are true.

Tsukauchi cuts her off before she can make another statement. He would like to wrap up and get more sleep.

"We can discuss this more another time. We still haven't found a way to return you home, and there's still another one of you to find. In the meanwhile, you can stay with Eraserhead here as he's so gratefully signed off on." It isn't Tsukauchi's fault Aizawa assumed he was signing off on his testimony.

"I didn't–"

Tsukauchi pushes the signed page towards his face.

It only starts to kick in that as cool as this can be, she can't go home. "Can you ask Serizawa to contact me? My phone no longer connects." Psychic powers sure are handy. Serizawa can connect through technology without needing someone to accept a call or needing a signal.

"Of course."

Aizawa gives in to his fate. "Alright. Kurata, let's go."