It was a calm night, not a cloud in the sky, and no noises to be heard. Eraserhead was doing his nightly patrol when he got a call, from his wife.
His wife, Miku, usually patrolled at night as well, manly because she liked her day job as a preschool teacher. It was her day off and she had said she planned to catch up on some much needed sleep. But here she was calling at 1am.
"Hello?" On the other side of the phone there was someone taking deep breaths as if she was trying to calm herself down. "Shota, something is wrong" Her voice was distant as if she had just come out of a trance. "What is it?" Aizawa couldn't help but be a little concerned. "I don't know, that's the problem, something is going to happen, but I can't tell what, or who it will affect." Shota knew what she wanted him to say. "I'll be carful, tell me when the feeling goes away. Make sure to be careful yourself"
She got like this sometimes, it was her quirk, time Steal, she could steal time from living things to gain energy. With the energy she can freeze things in time as well as push them into the future to the point of destruction. Occasionally she would get a premonition about something and it always came true to some degree, so if she thought something bad could happen Aizawa had to be extra careful.
"Ok I wi-" the line suddenly went dead as if she just hung up on him. He got an uneasy feeling, she wouldn't just hang up. It could be an accident but he wasn't sure. He decided to head home early.
When he got there nothing seemed suspicious from the outside. No windows were broken, the door was locked, actually there was no damage at all to the outside of the house. Shota released a deep breath Miku was probably fine. She probably just accidentally hung up. She was pretty clumsy after all.
The momentary relief disappeared as soon as he unlocked the door. When he opened the door there seemed to be a gust of wind in the house that had papers flying everywhere before slowing down. Things were broken and thrown everywhere. The whole couch was flipped over and the tv shattered. Her phone was laying on the ground by the counter. The screen was broken as if it was dropped. The large plant Miku always kept in the kitchen was dead. Probably from her quirk.
Shota couldn't believe his eyes. He sunk to his knees while tears ran down his eyes. His wife was missing.
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The next day detectives were searching the apartment. It was clear what happened. Miku was kidnapped. It only became more apparent as the search continued. The detectives found traces of chloroform around the apartment as well, but that wasn't it. They found some kid of bullet that was made of glass. It hit a wall and shattered on impact. They took it and wanted to do extensive research on it.
Eraserhead missed school that day. It was one of the few times he missed voluntary, Miku was always the one to make him stay home occasionally for rest. She hated the fact he pushed himself too hard, even though she wasn't much better.
Aizawa was told to stay out of his house for a few days, so he wouldn't disturb the crime scene. Mic came and got him. "Hey, Aizawa don't worry they will find her!" Although Mic's voice was loud but it didn't have the usual energy. He was concerned too.
The next day Aizawa went to school. As he walked in the students knew something was wrong. Their usual tired teacher walked in with red eyes that had bigger bags under them than usual, a distant look on his face, and, what stood out the most, no sleeping bag in sight.
"Uhhh Sensei are you ok?" Kirishima was the first to speak up but Aizawa didn't respond. Miku loved class 1-A, she had only seen them a few times but she claimed they were sweethearts. The kids liked her a lot as well, from what he heard at least.
"What happened?" The kids were whispering now. He knew he should say something, but he didn't know what. Yesterday the class met the big three, apparently they all got punched in the gut by Mirio
"I'm fine, let's get to work."
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Midoriya's pov
Aizawa was acting strange all morning, but he wouldn't say what was wrong. It wasn't until Midoriya got to his dorm and look at the news that he realized what happened.
The News broadcaster was talking "It has just been released that the pro hero and preschool teacher Miku Aizawa has gone missing. Police refuse to release too much information, but they have said she was kidnapped. If you see her please call authorities."
In the corner of the screen was a picture of Miku teaching a preschool class. Her red hair was brushed to the side as usual. Her brown eyes sparkled with a kindness Midoriya had only seen a few times in person.
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It was after the USJ attack. When he first walked in the class he saw her sitting there with a small smile on her face as she graded papers.
Everyone assumed she was taking over for Aizawa and didn't ask many questions. That was until the bell rang. She stood up from the desk and walked over to the podium. "Hello, my name is Miku Aizawa." This surprised the class, Iida was the one to raise his hand. "Are you related to Aizawa sensei?"
She gave him a small smile filled with only kindness. No one in the class could see her being related to their grumpy teacher. "Actually, I'm his wife, you can all call me Miku." This only surprised class 1-A more. The woman in front of them seemed too nice, plus Aizawa had never said he was married.
Midoriya was the next to raise his hand. He was trying to figure out who she was. "Are you a pro hero?"
She nodded her head. Only then did the students notice her outfit. It clung to her skin, but didn't seem to tight. It was red and black. On her arms she had what appeared to be a support item. On the left side it had some buttons and a small door where something came out. On both hands she had red gloves that were thick as if to protect her fingers.
"I'm the night hero Borrowed Time." She gave a dazzling smile that seem to lower everyone's guard. Even Bakugou. "Now I know you all just survived the USJ, but the fight isn't over." Her dazzling smile didn't change as she watched the students freak for a second. "The sports festival is about to start!"
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Borrowed Time
Fanfiction"Hello?" On the other side of the phone there was his wife, Miku, taking deep breaths as if she was trying to calm herself down. "Shota, something is wrong" Her voice was distant as if she had just come out of a trance. "What is it?" Aizawa couldn't...
