Timeskip to when Aizawa reaches UA
Aizawa stands infront of Nezu's office, about to knock on the door. The door swings opens before he is able to, revealing a dog? Mouse? Bear?
"Good afternoon, Aizawa-kun!"
He nods, "Sorry for the wait, Nezu."
"Not to worry, you're right on time!" They both sit down across from each other.
Nezu is the first to speak, "Now, may I ask why you scheduled to meet with me? This is very unlike you." He questions.
"I need to ask a favour of you." Aizawa responds.
"As straight forward as ever, I see." Nezu remarks, drinking from a cup of tea he pulled out of nowhere. He takes a sip, "Continue."
"I'll just get straight to the point. The case I'm currently on, is for the vigilante who goes by the name 'Yorokobi'. He's quite the hassle. Has been active for more than a year and we still haven't had any leads on his identity. Let alone any luck in taking him in for interrogation."
"Ah, I see. Yorokobi is certainly a mystery. He's gained quite the reputation for himself though."
"Yes, and we have reason to believe he might be younger than we originally thought."
"Oh?" He sets his tea down.
"I managed to get a closer look on him two days prior, he's too short to be anywhere near the ages 17-20. And simply too childish. Afterwards, while trying to escape, he bluffed his way out saying he'll bomb the place if he isn't allowed to leave." Aizawa facepalms, "Those idiot policemen actually believed his words and we might've lost our best shot at catching him."
Nezu starts laughing, "Well, that certainly sounds like something he would do from what I've seen. Though the childish part may be an act."
"Maybe. So..you've already tried to figure him out? Because that's what I need your help in. Either we figure out his identity and capture him or we somehow trick and then interrogate him."
Nezu hums, "I haven't tried to find much about him, Aizawa-kun. But if you want me to, then I will. Anything for a friend and fellow staff member."
"I appreciate it, Nezu. On the off chance he really is a kid despite his incredible skills, we ought to help him before he puts himself in even more danger than he already has. We can't call ourselves heroes if we aren't even able to save one kid."
Nezu nods, "Indeed. Now, let me show you what I managed to find out before. It's not a lot but it's progress."
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Meanwhile..
"Achoo!" Izuku sniffles, "Man, I've been sneezing so much these days. Looks like I really did catch a cold. 'Cause..who could possibly be thinking/talking about me? It's not like I have a family..nor any friends.." And then suddenly, a realization hit him.
He gasps, "Oh my fuckin' potato salads!"
"What if..what if I made Eraserhead suspicious about me?? That would be bad..really bad..I don't want to be put in foster care if he somehow finds out that I live alone! Oh wait..He doesn't know I'm Yorokobi, so why would he care about my home life? It's not like he would find out about anything from such a small talk..Why did he even talk to me in the first place? I was just a random kid who coincidentally ended up in the same cafe as him. Wait..
Wait wait wait..Oh no. Oh God no. No no no no no! Please don't tell me he recognized the shoes! The shoes..why am I such an idiot..For God's sake! The shoes are a dead giveaway even if more people own them! I really can't do anything right. Bakugou really was right after all, huh? I'm nothing but a useless nobody. Maybe I should change my vigilante name to 'deku' instead so people don't have any high expectations for me.. But wait..if he really did recognize me..then why in the world of cold pancakes did he not arrest me??
Oh..right, how idiotic of me. It's probably because he failed to notice. That must mean that the people involved in the incident from 2 days realized I bluffed my way out of custody! And now..they're probably cursing swear words at me. Took them long enough.." Izuku murmurs, sitting up on his bed.
"I should probably do my homework now.."
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