Under the Night Sky

#1: Sticky Situation

"Erasurehead, I've got the shot lined up. Just give me the word when you're ready." Deadeye stated into her earpiece. Her gunmetal gray bow was pointed at the target. A millionaire who happened to take part in a drug trafficking ring. He was standing away from the party in a corner, talking to someone on his phone. From what it seemed like, it was a heated discussion.

Erasurehead was down on the floor of the gala, acting as security for the man, while Deadeye had snuck in through an open skylight. He was in a full suit while she was in her black hero costume and helmet. Maybe one day Erasure would let her wear a fancy dress to one of these missions. Probably not tho, bow and arrows are hard to hide in a dress.

"OK, now!" He said into his ear piece. Letting go of the bow string, four arrows stuck into the man's shoulders and knees. The man stumbled into the crowd of people, causing people to crowd around him.

"Alright! Now we have to get the HELL out of here!" Deadeye got up from her position, threw Erasure's captured weapon to him, holstered her bow, and booked it out of the gala's hall. The arrows she shot were set to taze everyone near the millionaire in one minute, and the two of them needed to get far away.

Erasurehead caught up to her quickly, catching the helmet that Deadeye threw at him. He slipped it over his head, jumped onto her bike, and held onto her waist. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Deadeye took off from the alleyway the bike was hidden in. She looked over her shoulder and saw many people fall to the ground as police entered the building. Their work here was done.

Next item on the list was to get back to the agency to do the paperwork for the mission. The duo had been undercover for almost two weeks, so they had quite a bit to do. Deadeye shook her head, and focused on getting back to the agency. Feeling Erasurehead tighten up on her waist, she sped up, weaving in and out of traffic. He let out a groan while she let out a cackle.

"REMIND ME TO NEVER LET YOU DRIVE AGAIN!"

Back at the agency, the two separated from each other. Outside of missions they couldn't stand each other. Deadeye, or Mia Yamamoto, and Erasurehead, or Shota Aizawa, had quite the rocky history behind them.

They were friends in highschool. Keyword is where. They had met when Mia had transferred to UA, in her second year. Her, Hizashi, Shota, and Oboro were a dynamic quad of people. The four of them planned to open an agency together as soon as they graduated, becoming the first agency to be run by 4 pro heroes. That never happened, as Oboro died in the group's 3rd year. Shota was there when he died, and Mia blamed him for his death. The three of them never quite got over the grief, and Shota's and Mia's relationship quickly fizzled away.

They constantly got into fights after he died. It didn't matter what. It always turned into an argument. Hizashi never took sides, trying to bring peace between them. It never worked, and soon Mia was moved into class 3B.

Not far after that, they graduated. Hizashi and Shota started their agency, Mia moved back to America. She didn't talk to them for years, building her career in America. She worked with the Avengers, S.H.E.I.L.D, and more. She trained under Hawkeye and Black Widow, making sure she has pinpoint accuracy in any shot that she takes. She worked as an underground hero, making sure to protect the people who couldn't protect themselves.She went to college to get her degree in education, so when she couldn't be a hero anylonger, she had a plan B. She had a life in America.

But then her homeroom teacher throughout highschool called her. The teacher who pushed her to study harder and be a better student than she ever thought she could be. Nezu asked for her to come teach at U.A. To come and train the next generation of heroes, and who was Mia to refuse? That man had seen her grow into the hero she is today, so of course she accepted. She packed her life up in America and moved back to Japan.

Once Hizashi got word of her joining the faculty, he invited Mia to join his agency. Not wanting to start up her own, she accepted. She didn't realize that Shota worked there. So when they ran into each other for the first time during the night patrol it was awkward.

"Oh. Hey Aizawa. I wasn't aware you worked here," She squeaked out. It was so unlike her to be shy, but she hadn't seen this man in years. He looked so different, but so similar to what he looked like in highschool. He had grown taller, and his hair had grown longer. But the hero costume was the same.

"Hi Yamamoto. Neither did I. Hizashi get you?" He asked, voice deadpanned. But inside, he was freaking out. Mia had changed so much since high school. She'd grown taller, her hair had grown longer. She didn't have the lavender highlights that she used to have, and her hair had curls in it now. Her hero costume had changed, with it now being similar to a race car driver suit. She has held a helmet in her hand. A helmet. "Wait, why do you have a helmet? Wouldn't that inhibit your ability to use your quirk?"

She looked at the helmet that rested on her hip, "Stark tech, it enhances my quirk. It also acts as glasses... I'm vision impaired now because of my quirk." Mia had always worn glasses most of her life, but with each over use of her quirk, her eyesight got worse and worse. Tony was able to counteract that by making the helmet. It worked a lot like her quirk in pin point accuracy, as well as acting like his own glasses.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

And they stood there for a couple of long minutes.

"I.. have a patrol to get to; I'll see you around, I guess?" She stated, awkwardly putting her helmet on. Shota nodded and watched her shuffle out of the agencies door. Her bike fired up, and she zoomed off, leaving him in awe. When did Mia become so... different?

"Shota, snap the hell out of it. We are here." Mia said, taking her extra helmet off of his head. He nodded, hopping off the bike. They had an ok relationship now. Civil with some tension. Shota wished it would go away so he could see the girl he once loved. But obviously, it wasn't going to change.

They walked into the agency together and split ways, going to their own offices. Unlocking the door, he walked into the room. The suit he was wearing was to tight, and he was uncomfortable. He quickly changed into his comfy clothes. He looked at Mia's office and decided to not bother her, she was in a mood.

Unlocking her office door, Mia threw her helmets onto the couch. It seemed like Shota was in a mood today, and she really didn't want to deal with him. So, she'd sleep at the agency tonight, not wanting to bump into him at the apartment complex they lived in. Looks like it was a sore back tomorrow.