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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U.A. students had the next two weeks off to prepare for the sports festival which left the Suzukaze not only bored, but stressed. She wouldn't lie and say that she didn't have a soft spot for the general studies kids who wanted to be heroes. I mean, think about it— your dream of going to school to become a hero is literally playing out before your eyes and you can't do anything but watch and pretend like you're satisfied. Pretty depressing.
Yes, it is a fact if life that things will not always play in your favor, and that life is unfair and cruel, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to live the life you wish for. Maybe she was being too optimistic.
It was well into the afternoon— Mars was lounging in the warm rays of run that filtered into Yasu's living room, and the woman herself was flipping through police reports. She considered this a good day: lounging around, getting some work done. English chatter drowned out the silence that threatened to consume the room, but was easily blocked out.
Aizawa's cocooned body rested atop her couch as he too, looked at the same file Yasu had.
"Any ideas, emo man?"
Shota Aizawa wasn't one for time-wasting nicknames. Still, he found himself tolerating anything that came out of this woman's mouth, and in a way, he found it... special. She had a special name for him— even if he didn't particularly like it.
"Not really... we know it's either a quirk user or a very angry meat packager."
Yasu's head tipped back as a hearty laugh left her throat.
"Really? A meat packager is all you could come up with? Why not something more interesting like a rouge villain surgeon?"
Despite knowing his answer was much more entertaining, Aizawa decided to agree, knowing he wouldn't win. "Then maybe a rouge villain meat packager. Does that sound good to you?"
After swallowing a few pills with a glass of water, and bringing over her friend's medicine, the woman responded.
"Yes, almost as good as key lime pie!" Managing to give him both water and medicine, she allowed herself to sink into the couch beside him, her arm barely touching his casts. "Well that's an exaggeration, but oh well!"
They were currently speculating on who could've committed a string of gory murders recently. They all resulted in cut flesh and innards poured out around the skin. So far, nobody had been able to witness how these people were killed, and nobody had heard any screams. There wasn't even signs of struggle. It was strange, and a bit scary if the Suzukaze was being honest. This story would pick up traction faster than a kid doing homework while the teacher was collecting it if the case wasn't solved soon. Very soon. It appeared as if these night killings could become more frequent— and for being in an area close to a hero school, it wasn't going to be a good look if this wasn't handled swiftly.
