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Third-Person POV

Y/n sat stiffly behind Aizawa and Yamada, the sterile coldness of the Tartarus interview room biting deeper than the metal chair. Kurogiri sat across from them, restrainted.

Tsukauchi repeated quietly, "Aizawa. Yamada. Please... Try to reawaken Shirakumo's attachments."

Y/n looks at his teachers who were waiting for Kurogiri to wake up from his shut down.

"Hah! Reawaken Shirakumo's attachments?! Talk about old times, or something?" Yamada finds the idea laughable.

"Please try."

"What about his family?" Aizawa asked.

"If you two can't manage it, we plan to ask them to see him."

Y/n frowned. "Isn't that a little... sudden? For a family who thinks their son is dead?"

Before Tsukauchi could answer, Aizawa activated Erasure, "As if I'd let his parents find out about this disgusting mess."

Kurogiri awakens and yawned, surprised to see Aizawa and Yamada. 

"Oh? An unusual arrangement of visitors. Eraser Head. Present Mic." The glowing eyes drifted to Y/n. "Ah... and the young swordsman. I believe we last met during the U.A. raid."

Yamada notices that even with Erasure, Kurogiri's mist doesn't disappear, meaning it is a part of his body.

"Looks like they got it wrong after all! He and Shirakumo have nothing in com-"

"How is Shigaraki Tomura?" Kurogiri suddenly asked. "Has he been caught, or anything?"

"I dunno!" Yamada answered.

"I see. That's too bad."

"Are you concerned about Shigaraki?" Aizawa asked.

"Yes, looking after him is my duty." Kurogiri said which made Aizawa to realize it.

"What a crappy duty that is! I can't believe your duty is to take care of that gloomy little..." While Yamada blows this off, his tone strikes Aizawa.

Especially as Kurogiri continues to say, "It is no trouble. I'm not the type to neglect someone."

Aizawa's breath shattered. His hand flew to his mouth, trembling, as tears welled.

Y/n stared frozen. He'd never seen his guardian like this.

Aizawa leaned forward, voice cracking as memories bled through.

"He was... the kind of guy who wouldn't hesitate to take in a kitten I ignored," he said, voice raw. "Always smiling. Always acting before thinking."

Kurogiri tilted his head, confused but something flickered in the mist.

"Back then," Aizawa continued, "I was half-hearted. Always hesitating. Shirakumo... pushed us forward anyway."

"Aizawa Shota, huh? I'm Shirakumo. Nice to meet you, Shota."

"Shota! The cafeteria seats are gonna fill up!"