❝𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭❞ ||S. Aizawa x I. Midoriya||

1: Warning equals Capture

A/N: I know y'all wanted the original version of what I wrote, but as the Author of this book who revises this in her free time, I notice spelling mistakes, grammar and just straight up rushed parts that make me question what I was thinking during that time. I know you all don't want me to change anything but It needs to happen, I'll archive the old version of the chapter, but I am still going to fix this regardless, just like I'm doing for Helping Love and eventually Pay-Back when I'm back into my Naruto phase.

Sorry guys.

Maquia

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Eraser made himself his morning black coffee and popped a pain blocker into his mouth for the incoming headache and sighed, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip as he sat on the couch before he needed to head out the door and to U.A to teach his class. Damn kids. On the coffee table layed a stack of folders containing information on Ankoku that he managed to get from Ankoku himself, and from the Police and Tsukauchi over the last couple of years. Getting the information was hard from someone who practically didn't exist and lived off the grid in an unknown area of Japan, they're guess was Musutafu since he was well known around the city and was spotted more here than anywhere else in Japan. At least, what they're statistics last said. He sighed, rubbing his eyes and taking a sip of his coffee before leaning back and glancing to his right to a white board on the wall. Pictures, papers and red string tied around tics to show him where leads failed and where clues were left unanswered. Even one case lingered on that board of a missing person, a teenager to be exact, seven years ago. Ankoku appeared a few months before the kid even went missing, but the question varied in theories, a kidnapping or the more logical one, was that the kid was likely dead.

Either would be compatible with the theory, but it was also left as not the real conclusion to his disappearance. The kid was male, green eyes and hair, last seen May 18th seven years ago, no clue to his whereabouts much less status. To Eraser, the kid's disappearance was odd, the mother didn't seem too concerned with her child's disappearance, in fact, the day she made that report, Eraser had gotten weird vibes from her, and they weren't pleasant.

Ankoku was a real mystery, and the kid's disappearance was also a mystery. Why'd he vanish, and what was Ankoku's real motive. Those were unanswered questions, and they were important, but with no clues, leads, just anything they could grab, they were left twiddling their thumbs and hoping to find something, anything to help them and yet, they still had nothing to hold or follow. Mystery be damned. An alarm rang on his phone, and he groaned, fucking life. He had to head to U.A now and mentor his brats, teach them to become great Heroes and make sure they didn't turn into Villains. His job was to teach them, watch them grow and guide them down the right path. He had nineteen students while the other classes had twenty, not that he minded, one less brat to teach and even then, he still didn't want to teach. He wanted to sleep all day, every day, every minute of every waking moment of his depressed life. Give him a sleeping bag and a water and he's good, maybe even a cat, that'd be nice.

As the alarm yelled at him once more, he drank his coffee while getting dressed for another grueling day of teaching, and then later that night resuming the cat and mouse game Ankoku likes to play and have a hope of catching him and soon place him in custody and be done with the annoying brat. That would make his mood so much damn better but with how Ankoku has managed to avoid capture as much as he had, it was highly unlikely of a lucky catch tonight, like every night since this started. As he moved about his house, it was a two story house with four bedrooms; two upstairs and two downstairs, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a downstairs basement and a large living room connected to the kitchen and a hallway connected to the two downstairs bedrooms and the bathroom downstairs, he grabbed his keys, his phone and Hero gear and eye drops and walked out the door, locking it and began walking down the sidewalk, lucky for him, he didn't live far from U.A so it was a ten minute walk to the school, Not that he wanted to go but he looked forward to a new thought hanging on his thought train; drinking.