Untouchable Hope

Chapter Five: Coffee Mugs and Empty Tuna Cans

Notes: What is up my bros? Are you ready for another chapter? Yes we are!

Bell POV:

"Bell, stop smacking so much," Haji scolded her, "You're getting food all over the table. It's nasty." 

She stuck out her tongue, not helping the matter at all, "I can't help it, your cooking is so good." 

Haji rolled his eyes. Having already finished his small breakfast, he was stuck with watching the cat-girl scarf down her eggs before heading to work. Bell glanced over at her friend. His outfit was one she picked out: light brown cargo pants, with a big flowy black sweater, completed with brown suspenders. Since Haji could care less about what he wore, Bell got to pick out most of his outfits. She watched as he tugged on one of his gloves, obviously suppressing the urge scratch his stitches. Bell frowned. 

"Want to come with me to work?" He asked, completely distracting her. 

 "Yes!" She clapped her hands together in excitement. She was in human form at the moment, like she usually was at home, her white ears and tail twitching occasionally. "I like Nina! She gives me treats!" 

"She's spoiling you," Haji corrected, "And you have egg yolk on your nose." 

"Oh, boo." She pouted, unfolding her legs from the table and getting up. "Lets go already!" She leaped unto the coat rack, grabbing their over wear. It wobbled and Haji had to grab the back of her dress so she wouldn't fall. 

"You know," He said as they made their way down the street, "Your awfully clumsy for a cat." 

Bell blew a huge raspberry, and with a puff, she became her tiny cat self, curling up in Haji's hood. "Fine, fine," She heard him grumble, "Deny it all you want, klutz." His sense of humor needs work. 

They arrived in the Cafe later than usual, seeing as Nina let him have the early morning off. The Dreaming Cat had only a few customers in it. BORING. They made their way to the front, waving a hello to Nina as Bell hopped onto the counter. She sniffed, a lovely smell reaching her nose.

Haji leaned down and whispered, "I think Nina left you a bowl of tuna in the back room," She mewed happily, "Better get there before the other kitties eat it."

Shota Aizawa POV:

Shota took a huge slurp of his coffee as he meandered through the halls of UA. Without a class to teach, he was pretty much free, but he had to stay in the building because, reasons. His sleep schedule has worsened deeply since he start the Phantom case. It had been only a few days since the time he spoke with the vigilante, and hasn't seen him since. It's incredibly frustrating. Sometimes he'll see a figure out of the corner of his eye, or he'll hear a faint rustle of a hoodie and he will know, the Phantom was right there. Erasing the guy's quirk didn't seem to help any either, perhaps he had a mutation quirk...

"What's on your mind, Aizawa?" Midnight asked as Shota collapsed on the couch in the staff room. 

"A ghost," He mumbled, chugging the rest of his coffee with a grim face.

"What?"

"He means the Phantom," Hizashi added in helpfully, "Don't worry, he hasn't gone crazy yet."

"I don't know about that," The R-rated hero said under her breath.

"What is this Aizawa?" Nezu popped up from god-knows-where, "He can't he that difficult, can he?" He grinned, and Shota fought the urge to run. 

"Oh he is," The pro grumbled, "When I'm chasing him, it's like he's not even there. And last night I tried to set a trap, and he had disabled it before we even got there."

"Fascinating!" Nezu clapped his hands together, "He sounds incredible! What quirk do you think he has?"

Shota looked at the principal, he obviously hacked into the police database and found the files. Why did Shota have to say anything? "I'm not sure. I'm thinking a mutation quirk of some kind because I can't erase it, either that, or it's not psychical."

Nezu seemed to enjoy this, "Have you considered asking?"  

Shota chuckled, "If I could get him to stay still, maybe I would."

The other's eyes gleamed, "Don't tell me you don't think you can do this, Eraser."

"Of course I can," Shota replied, monotoned voice having a slight edge to it, "He's only human, after all."

He is  human, right?

Nezu POV:

Nezu was in a good mood, which meant everyone in a ten feet radius should run for cover. You never know when he might decide it would be a good idea to test out a new bomb or some weird shit. To be honest, his good mood circled around the Phantom. He'd hacked into the police database, (which of course he already had access to, but hacking was way more fun) and was looking at a hand-drawn picture of the vigilante. It was a rough outline, but it gave Nezu a something good to go off of, including the few eye witness reports. For one thing, he was astounded by the side weapons he fought with. Origami throwing stars. They still didn't know what they were made out of, so that meant the Phantom made his own weapons and support items. It was intriguing. And along with information he gave people, the illegal hero was really something. But there was one thing that was bothering him. Well, truth to be told, there were multiple things that bothered him about this case, but the main thing he was worried about was the person's age. The original guess was around mid twenties, despite the short stature. But now he was thinking differently. Going by the short height, narrower frame and choice of outfit, Nezu was guessing the boy to be about fourteen to sixteen. Oh god, Nezu's eyes widened in realization, If he is that young and has been doing this for over four years he must have started when he was nine or ten. This was not good, not good at all. Nevertheless, Nezu was sure he was right. His pawed hand dialed in the main Detective on the job. Time to share my theory. 

Notes: Hope you enjoyed!! See you next chapter!