Untouchable Hope

Chapter Three: Run, boy, Run

Notes: What's Up? We got another chapter here mans! Sensitive topics in description!! Corpses and descriptive gore will be coming up.  Just a heads up. Also! Izuku wears black colored contacts (normal ones of course) because I think his eyes would give him away, but he takes them off for vigilante work. I don't know why I didn't make it the other way around, but yeah. Here we go!

Naomasa Tsukauchi POV:

 It was currently three am and a very tried detective had fallen asleep on his desk and was being prodded awake by his fellow officer. 

"Detective!" The cat-man poked him, "Eraserhead is here to see you." The sleeping man jerked awake, a piece of paper stuck comically to his cheek. 

"Send him in," He grunted, trying to regain his head and groping around the deck for his clipboard. 

"You look like shit, Detective," Aizawa said with his usual charm.

"So do you. What the hell are you wearing?" He said, eyeing his friends pink sweatpants and large hoodie that said 'cats rule'. One tennis shoe and a boot completed the fashion statement.   

Aizawa glared, "You were the one who called me over here at the ass crack of dawn, saying you'd made a breakthrough, Tsukauchi. You can't ask me to come here fast and be a fashion icon." 

"Fair enough," Naomasa yawned.

"So, what breakthrough did you make? You weren't very specific." 

"The Phantom case," He said, rubbing his eyes, "It isn't huge, but it's something."  

"Oh?" The hero sat down, "What is it?" 

"Well, he stopped an attempted rape earlier last night," Naomasa started, "And the woman saw him, he also spoke to her." 

Aizawa looked more intrigued, "He's never spoken before, has he? What did he say?" 

"See for yourself," He clicked his keyboard, turning his computer screen to face the other. 

The video played, 

"Tell me, did you see the Phantom at all? Any recognizable traits?" The Detective on the screen asked, sounding resigned. 

"I did see him actually," The woman in the chair said, "He spoke to me, too." 

The surprise was evident even in the footage, "What did he look like?"

"He was on the shorter side, but it was hard to see in the dark. He was wearing....-well, it's hard to explain," She tapped he finger on her lip.

"We'll send in a sketch artist after this and you can tell her, alright?" Naomasa said, "What happened after you saw him?"    

"He walked towards me and bent down, asking if I was okay," She replied, twisting her braid, "I told him yes and since my phone was smashed, he gave me a another to call the police." 

A scratching of paper and pencil was heard over the mic, "I remember his voice sounding oddly deeper than I think it should have, maybe a voice changer or something? But under the mask he sounded a little raspy. For some reason it was very reassuring, the way he spoke."  She furrowed her brow, "I couldn't tell what age he was, but I remember him having emerald eyes. They were very pretty, almost like jewels, but I only saw them for a few seconds, otherwise his hood covered them. He had black oil paint surrounding them as well."

"Anything else before we showed up?"

"Yes. He tied up the men and waited next to me until you came. I asked a couple questions, but he never said anything else," She said, "He was gone when he saw the flashing lights, and he left this in my hand," She held up a small origami green boat. "He was very kind to wait with me, I was on the verge of a panic attack. I think he knew that, having him there was a good distraction."