Springlocked Deku

Smoke and Mirrors

The next day, Eri awoke in an unfamiliar bed, with a ragged looking man sitting in the corner, huddled in a distinct yellow sleeping bag. She searched around for her protector, and was afraid when she didn't see him. Panic building, the silver haired girl was going to escape, look for him, because there was no way he'd actually lose her like this. And this area was just like the one she had just escaped. While he didn't wear a mask, the man in the corner was untrustworthy. Carefully, she tried to get off the bed and out the door, but he spoke, interrupting her. Eri turned to see hollow eyes staring right at her, as if he could see her every thought.
His voice was just as tired as he looked. "I'm glad to see you awake..."

Terrified "Who... who are you?"
He didn't move, his presence alone enough to make her freeze in place. But, to her surprise, he actually answered her reactionary question. "My name is Shota Aizawa... I am also known as the Pro hero Eraserhead."
She could scarcely believe it. Him, a hero? "H-hero?"
His gaze actually became softer, something Eri didn't think was possible, and he gently asked. "Do you know who brought you here last night?"

She didn't really know at all. But, if he kept his word, then Eri knew who exactly was responsible for her current location. He kept his promise to take her someplace safe. "I... I think so..."

He asked in the same kind and soft tone: "Who?"

For some reason, she found that he was trustworthy, but just didn't show it. The others would have yelled or been in her face about it, meanwhile, Aizawa kept his distance, and tried to make her feel... what was the word? She'd forgotten... "Mr. Springtrap."

He would have been slightly amused, if the name wasn't attached to a currently known serial killer. He inquired for more. Considering the nature of the nickname, it was likely that he treated her well. Then again, Izuku Midoriya was one of the more heroic students he'd taught over his, admittedly long career. "Mr. Springtrap?"

She nodded, her eyes expressing more confidence, mirroring her voice as she told the hero about him. "He was nice. He hurt the bad men and helped me. He saved me..." She started to tear up. "And I don't know if he'll be okay."

Aizawa could agree with that simple view of the undead cyborg. "If I find him, I'll bring him to you. I was there, I saw what he did for you... He has a good heart... despite his violence..." He thought of the situation at hand, Problem Child, don't get in over your head...

At Jaku private hospital, the Doctor was in. He walked proudly through his facility, smiling at patients and fellow staff... but beneath that smile, his thoughts were as dark as a new moon. There wasn't any good within that mind, only a sinister fascination with his work. He was All For One's prized nomu creator, serving him for as long as he'd been alive. His pride and joy was about learning all that quirks have to offer, so the natural course to take would be to work directly with the most extraordinary quirk in existence, All For One. His lord knew of his desires, and granted them, of course with the price of unwavering loyalty. That price, his soul, was acceptable enough for the old man. He soon entered his private office and examined his diploma of medicine. Sighing, he reminisced about all of the different quirks he had worked with, the patients he was unable to save, and turned towards a better cause. Turning to the bookshelf next to it, he ran his hands along the worn, hardcover books and pulled on one, a secret mechanism, a lever which opened the entrance to his hideout... to where his ultimate work was contained: the Nomus.