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The Seamstress part 2

The fight continued for almost half an hour.

The girl's fighting style was too unpredictable to get the upper hand even without her quirk and Aizawa didn't want to fight at his full strength now that he knew her age.

Just as Hawks was about to step in, the girl suddenly doubled over in pain clutching her head.

Her face went paler (is that even a word) and her hands started pulling on her hair.

Eraserhead slowly walked up to her not knowing if this was a trick or not, but the walk turned into a sprint when she collapsed.

Her breathing was shallow and her skin was extremely hot.

Hawks landed on the roof next to Aizawa, looking like he didn't know what to do.

"She has a fever. A pretty high one too. We need to get her to Recovery girl."

"She's a villain, we need to take her to the authorities."

Eraserhead turned to glare at Hawks with such a look it made him flinch.

"She's the same age as Todoroki and Tokoyami."

Hawks flinched again.

"Not to mention she has amnesia. We take her to UA, and when she wakes up we can decide what to do with her."

"You're thinking of enrolling her into that villain redemption program aren't you? Damnit Aizawa, your soft side is showing."

Hawks said, as he watched the underground hero handcuff the girl's hands before picking her up.

Time Skip! (Ugly cries face down on the ground) Stupid time machine!)

Aizawa was sitting next to the villain's bed with his eyes closed when he heard struggling. He opened his eyes to the Seamstress awake and weakly pulling on the handcuffs attaching her to the bed.

"Finally awake are you?"
The girl's head snapped his direction, before giving him a frightful glare.

"You gotta name?"

The glare intensified.
Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, who was standing a few feet behind the pro hero, shivered at the piercing blue eyes.

Aizawa sighed at the silence.
Of course shes not going to tell them, even if she did answer, she still had amnesia, what is the likelihood of her knowing?

"Marinette... I think"

Nevermind.

"Where are you from?"

"I don't know"

"How old are you?"

"I don't know"

"Do you have parents?"

"If I do then I don't know them."

This continued for a few more minutes, Marinette occasionally pulling against the restraints, as if to test if they were still there.

Eventually the detective walked out to make a phone call, leaving Aizawa and Marinette alone.

"You seem to be one of the good ones."

Aizawa looked up.

" What?"

"Good heroes."

He raised an eye brow.

"Not everyone can look a murderer in the eyes and pity them.so either you are a good hero, or just plain stupid. Either way I appreciate you not handing me to the hpsc. That would have been a nightmare if I've ever known one."