Silence Destroyed (MHA)

Chapter 50- Emotional Grenade

Aizawa crouched on top of a building at the crack of fucking dawn. Too early- or too late- for any sane human being to be alive, but here he was, alive and more than ready to die.

Honestly, he wasn't sure why the last few days had drained him so much, between school and patrols, he was never fully rested... The only major things that had happened recently was Naoko showing up and a new vigilante group beginning to make a name for themselves.

Oh wait, that's why he was tired.

When he'd been asked to look into KISMET, he figured it would be a quick thing, so little was known about them, whether it was one person or many, where their usual area was, what they were specifically targeting? It was all one big question mark.

That didn't bug him though. Aizawa had done more with less, and he figured this time would be the exact same.

Do some stakeouts in areas where they were most active, find a pattern, and then he could either swoop in and take them out or report back to the police. It was a headache, but he was used to it.

Honestly, he'd take this over dealing with the public any day. This was actually helping people and when he came across one of the genuinely good vigilantes, he could figure out a way to let them keep helping in a more legal way.

But KISMET... God...

There was no reason they should be so hard to track down, none at all. There were sightings of the vigilantes all the god damn time.

Hell, people were starting to put up signs in support of the vigilantes with the three most common masks that were seen in association with the group, a Naruto mask, a Donald Duck mask, and a Guy Fawkes mask. So yeah, it was a group, but Aizawa had been so wrong in assuming there was just three members of the group.

For the past three nights he'd been out in a rather rundown area which was a literal hotbed of criminal activity not six months ago, but now it was like a whole different place.

The streets were clean, there was none of the usual sketchy people hiding in the darkened alleyways, and, god damn it, the whole fucking area smelled like coffee. And all of this could be traced back to KISMET.

At first it was just a hunch of his, but he saw traces of the group everywhere and when the name KISMET came up, everyone relaxed.

Beyond just conflicting emotions for Aizawa about helping to track down these people, it also made it ridiculously hard to get information. He couldn't go and ask questions without it getting back to the group in question and no matter how often he listened in on whispered conversations, there was no hint as to who these people were.

And it wasn't like getting a glimpse of them made life any easier. He had been on one's tail for a good hour last night, it was the one in the Donald duck mask, when they had just... disappeared.

How? Don't fucking ask him, either that Donald duck mask was covering a covert genius, or Aizawa just had the shittiest luck when it came to this group. He'd seen the shock of black hair and pierced ears... if he was being honest, there was something incredibly familiar about the person, but he couldn't nail it down.

A long, ragged sigh escaped Aizawa, and he shifted so he was sitting, wincing at the cold concrete against his thighs.

Maybe Hizashi was right, he was putting too much of himself into this stakeout.

His eyes felt like sandpaper as he blinked slowly, watching as the world lightened slightly, just enough to wash the world out in monochromatic grey, the beginning of dawn.

The only useful thing he'd learned during this whole case was about a coffee shop across the river in the industrial complex.

Apparently, some family had settled down there and opened it up after coming into some money.