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Kōkan Sayaka's POV

Nighteye ushered us out of the building and onto a train, taking a twenty minute train ride to osaka.
It was silent on the train, with the exceptions of Centipede's typing on the keyboard of his laptop, and my head constantly banging onto the window as I contemplated my life.

Nighteye grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head away from the window, earning a tired yelp from me and some bad karma going his way when I kick his goddamn shin.

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Tsukauchi was talking to a few other officers when we arrived. I actually never met him, but he seemed like a pretty cool dude from what people have said about him.

I look into the alleyway and see a whole lotta blood leaking out.
"Ohh, that's real nice, right there." I comment, looking around.
I walk closer to the cautionary tape and see a clump of blood and guts sitting there with about two DNA specialists taking samples.

I force myself not to gag as I step away, not before sending a mortified glance in Nighteye's direction.
He catches my drift and comes to my side after finishing talking with Tsukauchi.
"Isn't this just wonderful?" I question, gesturing towards the mess in front of us.

He ignores my comments and shoves a bunch of files in my hands that together, was about three inches in width.
"There were witnesses, Verto." He stated urgently.
"Oh shit." I blurt out in realization. "Did the witnesses find anything juicy?"
He deadpans.
"Well, why don't you open the files?" I nod, and ignore his annoyed stature.
In the manila folder were witness reports Tsukauchi made from interviewing one worker heading home that night, and two homeless people that were sitting in another alleyway near the crime scene.
Since there were so many papers, I crouch down on the floor and spread them out a bit, Nighteye following my lead.
There were profiles and dates all over, and at least fifty different pictures too.

"Damn daniel," I whistle, sitting up while putting my hands on the back of my head. "Do ya think this is enough for us to have a lead?"

Nighteye rubs his chin in thought.
"If we find enough evidence through this, then yes, most likely."

I was about to respond when I saw a particular profile. I picked it up and my eyes light up in recognition.
"Hey Nighteye! Isn't this the guy you kicked in the balls at the nightclub?" I question, shoving the folder in his bespectacled face.

He furrowed his eyebrows at the file and took it from me.
"Was he part of Horikoshi's organization..?" He mutters to himself, while I start having a look at the other files in the meantime.

I picked up a witness file and sifted through it. Looking up from the information, I turned to Tsukauchi, who looked like he was texting someone. "Heyo, Tsukauchi! I'm Verto, nice to meet you," I say loudly, catching his attention. "Also are you sure you interrogated each witness thoroughly?"

He shut his phone off quickly and crouched next to me. He held out a hand which I shook. "I'm Naomasa Tsukauchi, but you probably know that already." He offered a small smile, which I returned.

He then picked up another witness file while looking through it briefly. "Yes, I did interrogate them, but if you would like specifics to be asked, then that can be done, why?"

I bite my lip and continue to stare at the story that was documented that the businessman said what happened. "Something... feels missing from these files. I- I don't know what, but there's something wrong with the information." Tsukauchi nodded and looked at one of the hobo's files.

"We sent the information to Centipede, if you want to see it later." He informed me, and I nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Here's my card, in case you find anything."

Tsukauchi passes me a cream colored card with black print on it that showed his name and phone number. "Thanks, I'll tell you if I find anything!" I say, shoving it in a zip pocket in my utility belt.

He saluted me jokingly and went over to talk to a fellow police officer, that was a cat.

Cat.

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Months later, we finally gained enough information to go through with a mission.
But before we could do anything, I now had to turn into teacher mode, since next week is the entrance exam!

I'm going into the school so I can set up a bit and get settled so I don't die.

U.A.'s tall structure that slightly resembled an 'H' loomed above me, and I looked at it in nostalgia.

Now, there were a lot of things I expected as I went through the sliding door to the room, like seeing Hizashi screaming, or seeing lots of familiar heroes and faces, but one thing I didn't expect was seeing Aizawa fucking Shōta standing near the coffee machine (that was right next to the fucking door) chugging a full mug of black coffee.

"Aizawa-san? I didn't think that you would teach here." I questioned.
"Just started." He mumbled in between drinking. "Nemuri passed in a forum without my consent." I shrug at my female friend's antics, since that wasn't the worst that she had ever done.

"Also," Aizawa had finished his cup of coffee and was now placing the empty mug on the table on the table.
"What's with this 'Aizawa-san'?" he queried, furrowing his eyebrows. I blinked and let out a confused 'huh?' in response.
"Before you called me Shōta-kun, I don't know what happened to that name, but I really don't care which you use." He stated.
My expression turns shocked at the proclamation, but it soon morphs to a wide smile.
Warmth blooms throughout my chest as I feel a light dusting of pink on my cheeks.
Aizawa Shōta just said to me, in his own special way, that he liked to be referred by his first name from me. (COUGH COUGH).

"Okay then, Shōta-kun!!" I exclaim, feeling the name slip out my mouth smoothly.
He nods at me blankly, sporting a small smile while shoving his hands in his pockets and starting to walk away.

"Hey Shōta?" He stops and faces me again.
"Where's my desk?" He motioned for me to follow him, and I stepped towards him, and there was a desk with a paper sign on it that said my hero name.
"I'm right next to you, so don't bother me." He said gruffly.
I laugh and hook an arm over his shoulders. "We're desk buddies, broh!"
He rolls his eyes at me and stalks away- presumably to his own classroom- leaving me to sort out my desk in the meantime.

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