Aizawa Shōta is an enigma to many people. He seemed to be a stoic man with little regard for his work, yet somehow managed to always be early and support his students. He was exactly the opposite of what you'd initially think.
Suzukaze Yasu was qui...
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A dead looking female was currently sprawled across the floor of a barely decorated apartment, not just because she couldn't sleep, but because she was still replaying the situation from an hour ago in her mind.
A child's mangled body was in the middle of a fairly popular sidewalk. Thankfully it was only five in the morning so there was a chance nobody had seen it... yet, at least. Calling the police chief, her stomach flipped at the sight. Not that she couldn't handle gore, but the fact that the skin was cut off the child and then strewn across the floor into a pile was a different kind of sickening. Who would do this?
A red pile of flesh wasn't the main scene, it was the decapitated remains, which had bones snapped and pointed at odd angles through the muscle and fat tissue. The only distinguishing feature that stayed behind was the presumed hight of said person. Their hair had been burned off and the scent of charred skin was almost unbearable.
Yeah, she had an idea as to who it could be.
Though never personally knowing the victim, the foreign feeling of pity and sorrow caused her face to contort into one of disgust.
There was no trail of blood insinuating that 'this' had probably been quite literally dropped off here for people to see once they woke up. Therefore, no location leads as of yet. Ah, just when she was going to finish her patrol as well. The police sirens were the first thing she noticed, the next being their lights as seven cars rolled up.
Whoever was out there was really wildin and they had absolutely no shame in leaving a skinned body on the side of the road. How wonderful.
Groaning into the carpet, Yasu pushed herself up, Mars flicking his tail across her nose. Sluggishly she walked over into her room to get a fresh new set of clothes which was technically considered her hero costume. It consisted of a white button up, black tie (which she always made sure was perfectly straight and angled), a dark blazer, short pencil skirt, and comfortable flats which she'd had design specifically for hero work. OhP- she almost forgot the oversized blazer she wore on her shoulders.
Taking a long shower, Yasu let the hot water cascade down her body. Scrubbing off any dirt or grime, also washing her hair. Bandaging herself up once dry, the woman looked in the mirror, scowling at her reflection.
'How disappointing....'
Breathing deeply, Yasu plastered a smile on her face, heading out the door and onto the ever-growing busy streets. It was much later in the morning than she'd anticipated. Now about seven, the female blasted herself upwards, jumping on a nearby roof to avoid foot traffic and began sprinting towards the prestigious hero school. She was probably going to be late, and she hated being late.
She didn't live too far, however once she hopped down onto the sidewalk a few blocks away from her workplace the foot traffic was a bit heavier, and by heavier she meant that she had to avoid ramming into people while running. She could've made it in ten minutes if she took a cab, but Yasu didn't trust a stranger to drive her around, and now it was 7:15, five minutes until class started.
