The Imperfect Demon Lord

Blood

U.A University,

An academy that boasted the best heroics education in Japan. It sat atop a forested hill that overlooked Musutafu. U.A. was renowned for having trained and produced some of the best heroes in Japan, including All Might, Endeavor and Best Jeanist. All of whom earned their way into the top 10 of Japan's Hero Rankings. Each year hero-course students learned everything they needed to know to become excellent heroes in service of the community and worked towards the qualifications necessary to be allowed to use their Quirks in public spaces. They were trained in battle, first aid, and all manner of heroics-related lessons. Basic University education was also provided in the early half of the day.

Walking through the ginormous hallways of the prestigious institution Aizawa couldn't help but wonder about the days back when he was a student here. He wasn't the most popular of kids and he avoided spotlight whenever possible, but he still remembered the day he transferred to the hero course from General studies after thoroughly crushing his peers at the sports festival, probably the only time he thought that maybe spotlight isn't that bad.

When he got in, there were people who judged him for his quirk, some even called him weak since "Eraser" can't exactly counter inorganic substances and brute strength. He worked hard, day and night on his capture gear that encased his neck and his body to overcome those weaknesses and went beyond. Here, he met the people he considered to be his family, his friends for whom he wouldn't think for a second before giving up his very life.

"HEEEEEYAA ERASEEER!" A loud obnoxious voice rang in the hallway and Aizawa was brought out of his musings.

'But god, they are annoying'

As if on cue Hizashi or commonly known Present Mic appeared behind him and threw his arm around the ravenette's shoulder, bro style.

"What do you want Mic" He spoke flatly

"Oh nothing much, nothing much. Just wanted to know if you're up for some drinks! Nemuri is paying."

The Eraser hero sighed at his antics "She lost another one of your bets? What was it this time" He noticed a very visible green leaflet stuck between Hizashi's teeths "Nevermind, got it"

"EATING CONTEST, oh wait you said you got it, okay. Were you spying on us hmm? Too afraid to join in the competition huh Shouta?" The loud hero wiggled his eyebrows at his friend.

"Something like that" Aizawa knew Mic wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't say yes, so he relented, "I could use a break, so sure. I will meet you at the bar, 'Puzzles' was it?"

"YOU KNOW IT!" He shouted excitedly before noticing the glare his friend was giving him, lowering his voice he changed the subject, "By the way, what happened with your drug bust yesterday? Any leads on the kid or the bullet?"

At the mention of the teenager, a memory of a boy in black hoodie with red eyes and a terrified look on his face flashed before his eyes. "Not yet, I didn't see any noticeable features about him. Just the eyes but even they could be a quirk or lenses" He sighed again and looked at the time on a nearby wall clock, "As for the bullets, Recovery Girl was analysing them, the results should be in about now"

Hizashi got the hint and uncoiling his arm from his shoulder, he shouted one last time before running away "I GOT A CLASS TOO, WE'LL TALK LATER, DON'T BE LATE SHOUTAAAA!"

Aizawa gave a small smile and walked towards the infirmary, after about two minutes he knocked on the door and entered the room filled with a unique scent that made him feel like he had entered a hospital.

He spotted the 'Youthful Heroine' sitting behind her desk and writing something he couldn't make out. "Hey, Chiyo-san, are the results ready?"

Recovery girl greeted him back, but there was something about her expression that Aizawa couldn't decipher. Was she hesitating?