Are You Crying, Too?

Meeting

The days passed by slowly.  I searched as much as I could for information about Deku and his whereabouts.  It was hard to juggle the search and work at the same time.  Bags of purple decide to make themselves home under my eyes.  It made me wonder if I was turning into Aizawa, my homeroom teacher.  Who the hell would want to turn into a homless-looking guy like him?  Just the thought of being like him made me cringe.

"Honey, the milk is raw!" I heard some one yell from across the street. I turned to see who it was, only to be blocked by the massive crowd.  This is where my research lead me.  To the crowded city of Tokyo. 

"Aw, fuck-biscuits!  Sorry, honey, I accidentally touched it with my thumb!" I groaned at the idiocy of that fuck-tard; he should now how to control his quirk.  

I walked through the crowded city, careful to not let my face be seen under my red hood.  This was one of the only times that I ever cursed my popularity.  If a fan saw me, then my cover would be blown.  I didn't want to be seen. Especially with what I was doing, or rather, who I was seeing.
I was meeting with someone that liked to call themselves Izaya Orihara.  They were an information maniac and new almost anything that went down in the world of Japan. He had contacted me when Deku first 'died' by personally giving me a letter through my mailbox.  He said he had information about Deku's death, but I was to deep into depressions hold to care. I actually called the cops on him, as he was wanted for giving information to criminals about people and places.  He suspected that I would send the cops after him and he didn't show up where he said he would.  I thought that if he knew everything, then he would know that I would show up where he told me to before. So thats why I was walking through Tokyo.

Izaya told me to meet him in a small cafe across from an old clock shop.  He said he would be waiting there for me to show up.  I could only hope that he knew I was coming, and that he would be there.  Or else all of the effort and time it took to get here would be wasted.

I walked through the small cafes wooden door and glanced around the room.  Their was a couple of girls in the back and a lone boy in the middle of the cafe.  Everything was brightly lit, but it all looked dull.  Their was no color besides brown, gray, and pale pink.  The smell of coffee permeated throughout the room.  I took a seat right near the door, ready to leave at any time.  A man walked up to me and asked for my order.  I was tempted to tell them to fuck off, but thought better of it.  Instead, I asked for a coffee and told them that I wasn't hungry.  

It didn't take long for me to get board of waiting.  I took out my phone and looked at my messages.  Kiminari was the one that texted me last.  He asked if I wanted to go on a double date with him, Kyoka, and Kirishima.  I told him that he could suck Kirishima's dick.

"So, you finally came.  I was wondering if coming here was a waste of time," I heard a voice say from above me.  It was smooth, unlike mine.  I looked up and saw someone that looked slightly like Aizawa.  He appeared younger then him though, and he had shorter hair, and his eyes weren't bloodshot.  He also didn't have a beard.

"You're-...." Izaya nodded before he slid into the seat across from me.  He ordered a simple cup of coke.

"Let's see...  What does the hero, Ground Zero, want to know?" I looked at him questionably as he popped right into a conversation.

"What do you want in return?" I asked.  Izaya laughed, making me puzzled.

"What the hell are you laughing at!?" I yelled.  Izaya calmed down enough to talk.

"I get more than I need by just watching what you do.  Humans are a fascination to me, after all.  I can't wait to see what you end up doing,"  I looked at him weirdly, "I love humans.  And I love seeing what choices they choose.  It's amusing.  So, do you want the information or not, Bakugou?" My head hesitantly nodded.  I knew that I couldn't trust what this guy said, especially with his odd way of acting, but information was information.  If it helped in my investigation, then I was fine with whatever.

Izaya handed me a piece of folded paper before speaking, "In there is the location of Izuku Midoriya.  He is being held by a villain under the name of Phthonus, and until just recently, was being tortured quite brutally.  He was healed by someone named Kira who has a healing quirk, and he doesn't have a scratch on him."

His words made my brain freeze.  Deku was being tortured?  Ever since when?  Why the hell wasn't I there to help him!?  If I had realized sooner what had happened, then Deku wouldn't be hurt!  He would fine...  He would be in my arms!  I wouldn't feel this guilt anymore!  Why didn't I pay more attention!?  Dammit!  God fucking dammit!

I grabbed my hair beneath my coat hood in frustration.

I don't exactly know what's happening right now with Midoriya, but if you plan to save him, you better start planning," The shit-head told me.  I got up from my seat and stomped out of the cafe with the folded paper in hand.  My red eyes were set forward, brimming with pure determination.  I glanced back when I heard the  shit-head laugh hysterically.  I saw his head tilt back from the force of his laughter through the window.  Then, I saw his lips move as he talked to himself, but I couldn't hear what he said.

'---- -- ----- -- -- ---...  -------- --- -------- -- --- --- ---- ---- ---- ------ --- ------.' I'd soon wish that I did.