Aizawa came to the school early the next morning. He'd already had two cups of coffee and was halfway through his third. Mic had headed out to his radio station today- he'd been talking Aizawa's ear off about some special giveaway or charity thing he was doing today. Meanwhile, he had sparring lessons with overzealous fifteen year olds to look forward to. Lucky him.
In the hallway outside 1A's classroom, Aizawa paused. He should probably check in with Nezu and make sure that his time slot for the gym was still open. Last week he had booked it and another teacher had crashed his class halfway through. The principle meant well, but Aizawa always thought he was a little scattered. Made sense with everything he had to do.
Aizawa knocked on the door to Nezu's office and waited, but there was no answer. "Nezu?" He knocked again before noticing something odd.
Around the edge of the door, there looked to be- scorch marks? Aizawa traced one with his finger, and it came away covered in soot.
The eraser hero's blood ran cold, and he threw his shoulder against the door.
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The Traitor in Our Midst (rewrite)
FanfictionThe traitor still lurks in the halls of UA. How much death and destruction must happen before they are caught? *rewrite of an older fic, Traitor in our Midst*
