Heartbreaking Secrets~

Green Hair, Red Shoes

The moon sets, people from all over the town flee from their miserable jobs, slowly making their way to the train station, hoping to get home and greet their family, eat, and sleep. Only to wake up once again for their repeating nightmare. People push and excuse themselves, finding their way through the crowds. It's busier than it usually is.

A scruffy, long haired male grips his coat. He stands on top of a building, glaring at everyone under him. It's cold, he's tired, and here he is looking for a problem child that left without a trace.

He takes in everyone's appearance, one by one, "Anyone with green hair?" He mumbles to himself, looking over the people once more. "Anyone with red shoes and green hair?" He tires himself more with the robotic questions he repeats to himself.

No one fits his problem child's description. Where could he be?

Ticked off he jumps to the next building, looking over the pedestrians. "Green hair? Red shoes?" He looks down. "Not one." He sighs.

He continues his search for hours. Local heroes who were patrolling at the time were notified and made aware to look for his description.

Chances of him being taken by the League were low, telling by the security footage that they watched over. Izuku left willingly, he just left. How did he get past the monitored gate? That was a serious question for them to ask later, but for now his whereabouts were top priority.

There was a chance that he could've left, but gotten taken on his way back. They knew that it could have been the case, but they didn't want to jump to conclusions. For now only staff and patrolling heroes were informed of his disappearance. They didn't want to worry the public or small criminals that a student was gone. Afraid that they might set off people to hunt him and use him as their bait.

Stupid reasoning to keep it underaps when it was 50/50, but a plan was a plan and they had to go off of what was ordered.

Aizawa shuffled to the edge of a bakery building, he scooted close until he could glare upside down into the glass windows. He hoped he'd find a lazy mop of green hair somewhere from inside, but was met with no luck.

However looking over, the glass window reflected the view behind him. He could make out some festive colors. Mentally making a small note of his words earlier.

"Green hair and red shoes."

Green,.. red.

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