~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

Secret's Out...

An uneasy hush had fallen over the usually bustling classroom as the piercing ring of the late bell tore through their ears like a bad case of tinnitus, a sea of confused and worried young faces staring with perplexity mirrored in their multicolored eyes at the heavy metal door, with a bright red 1A carved on the front, remained stubbornly closed, looming menacingly with a dark aura. 

They had all seen what was on the news last night, and the flustered detective on screen, seen the missing child flyers posted on the fences, and shop windows, and bus stops, even on the billboards of the trains.

'PLEASE HELP FIND ME!' Bold letters staring them in the face above the small, colored photograph of a girl with choppy blue-tinged white hair and big innocent red eyes.

'ERI (YAMADA-AIZAWA), AGE 7, ABDUCTED BY FORMER CARETAKER, KAI CHISAKI'

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THE WHEREABOUTS OF THIS CHILD, PLEASE CONTACT THE HOSU POLICE DEPARTMENT IMMEDIATELY!

The change in their teacher, though, as the disheveled figure, dressed in black and grey, slumped in with an inaudible air of hopelessness that set the class even more on edge, but that was nothing compared to the concern that swirled within them, at the emptiness that filled the room.

Their was no respectful, unified chant of 'GOOD MORNING, SENSEI.'

Their was no bored, but slightly turned up response of 'Morning' droned back.

Their was no sweet voice to follow, a smile, a glow of happy red eyes, the small body attached to their teacher's arm, no sweet, earnest wave to them.

"G-Good Morning Everyone!'

There was a hopeless silence.....

They watched with crestfallen expressions as their raven haired teacher slid behind his desk and slammed his head to the sleek wooden surface, which would have been normal, had it not been for the clear evidence of worsened exhaustion and regressed appearance, the slump of his shoulders, his arms dead weight at his sides, and only for a fleeting moment were they able to see his eyes, one constricted, bloodshot black pupil and matching iris on display, but what they saw in that eye terrified them, shook them to their cores, because that eye was dead.

It didn't matter what their teacher said, how he said it, or how he presented himself, those tired and bruised black pupils always conveyed a certain, unquestionable strength, a well hidden intensity, a look that inspired, a look that said 'I'm a Pro Hero, So Fuck Off'.

But today it was gone.

There was just....emptiness.

The class eyed their devastated teacher with worry and dismay, sitting in complete and utter silence. Seeing him hunched over his desk like that, completely oblivious to their eyes, hands gripping his hair like he was about to tear it out by the roots, his shoulders shaking and his teeth grit, muttering softly into his scarf, and understanding why he was locked in this rare emotion, made them want to join in his suffering, the students in the vicinity all affected by the hopeless air.

The right side of Toderoki's desk started to smolder under his clenched hands, spirals of delicate frost growing across the left.

Smoking holes had appeared in the floor at Ashido's feet where a few slightly acidic tears had landed.

Small arcs of electricity had began to leap through Kaminari's fingers, setting Jiro's hair on end.

Countless other reactions went up, anger, fear and sadness mixing together, the only sound for a long time being the rushed breathing of the aching class, until there was a harsh scrape of metal and tile, a chair roughly kicked back from the desk, the entire class jumping to look in shock as a tall boy with fluffy purple hair rose from his seat in the back of the room, his head bowed slightly with narrowed eyes and grit teeth, stalking to the front of the room with curled fists, the students trying to call him back with fearful expressions.