EraserHead[Shota Aizawa]XAll Might[Toshinori Yagi]

Bad Memories

A tall blonde skeletal man wearing a bright yellow suit walked in the big building shaped like a U. The male was carrying a black bag that inside had a bento box that was wrapped in a sky blue cloth, with little white rabbits on it. He walked along in the big empty hallways, his foot steps echoing. School was going to start in a few minutes.

The dark haired man was sitting in the teachers lounge. A cigarette in between his lips, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a pen in the other.  His hair was up in a bun and bandages were around his neck. (For he left some cuts there)Papers were laid out on the table in front of him, usually they were paperwork about the students, or test that needed to be graded, but this time these were hero reports. He had been on patrol and had to file the proper paperwork for what he'd done during the night.

The tall blonde walked in the lounge, closing the door behind him, He gently placed the black bag on the edge of the table. He looked over at the dark haired male, clearing his throat before speaking "If you don't mind me asking, Shota," He was given the permission to call the other male by his first name instead of his last, "Why do you always come in early?"

Shota heard the male walk in, glancing at the bag that was placed down. He put his coffee down on the table as well as the pen, grabbing the cigarette and pushing the tip down on the ash tray that was on the table. Looking up at the blonde he responded, "I rather be early then late." He stated, looking back at the papers.

Toshinori nodded softly before sitting down on the couch, leaving space between him and Shota. He looked around the lounge, leaning in the couch, groaning softly. His body was sore from the battle he had with a villain the other day, (In this fiction he is still the #1 hero) the battle left some bruises.

Shota glanced over at Toshinori when he heard the groan. He stayed quiet for a moment before speaking, "Are you alright?"

"Hm?" Toshi looked over at Shota before nodding, "Oh, Yeah. I'm alright" he said with a soft smile.

"You sure? You look like shit."

The blonde chuckled nervously by the comment, scratching the back of his neck "Yeah, I'm sure"

Shota nodded, "There is fresh coffee if you like some." He said, looking back at the reports.

The male shakes his head, " No thank you, I'll get some later" he said, glancing down at the paper work. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing one and reading it.

Report.
Unknown
Time: unknown
Date: 4/23/92
Location Tokyo, Japan, Warehousing District.
Incident:
A brutal beating of a young boy by his father. Boy was left to bleed to death in the streets.
Father ran and has yet to be located. Boy is thin.  has many broken bones and what appear to be whip marks. 
Boy is being taken to hospital.
  *Written by Tokyo police department thanks to witnesses*

Shota snatched the paper back and shoved it into a folder.

"That report was from many years ago..." Toshinori said as he looks at Shota with a concerned look on his face.

Shota grits his teeth. "I know it is. Roughly twenty years." He looks down and shoves the folder into his bag.

"How old are you? 31 correct?.." Toshi asked. there he goes, trying to crack the case-

"Yes..." Shota muttered

Toshinori did the math in his head "You were 11 then?" What a smart boy.

"Yes."

"And how old were you when your father left you?" He asked softly, "Unless you don't want to talk about it! My apologies, I shouldn't be forcing you..." he mumbled, looking down at the ground.