Inquisitor

- The Wreck -

A man in a hoodie stood in front of a display of TVs behind the window of a store. The TVs were showing U.A.'s sports festival live. The man shifted the weight on his feet and leaned to the side, his leg brushing up against the duffel bag that lay at his feet.

He looked at his left arm, pulling up his hoodie's sleeve and watched the hands of his watch tick forward. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and switched the playlist he was listening to. The classical music softly playing in his ears changed to a much more violent track. He turned the volume of the music up and activated his quirk.

'Any moment now.'

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A man who lost his hoodie walked into his makeshift house of a warehouse. After cringing at the noise of the door as always, he walked over to the shrine and gave his prayers before entering the workshop. He dropped the duffel bag in the corner and pulled out it's contents.

He had wandered around the streets for almost seven hours waiting for a chance to snag his bag without the police noticing, doing so at his first chance, then immediately heading home.

He sat down in the chair at the desk and sighed. His run in with the pro hero had been more than a bit taxing. He kept tabs on all the heroes that were a serious danger to him and Eraserhead was near the top.

He ran a hand over his head as he reached over and grabbed the remote for his TV spinning around in his chair as he turned on the news. If the police knew anything and had turned it public he wanted to know. He spun back around in the chair to face the desk and activated his quirk.

Grabbing tools he started tinkering with one of the several rods on the table. Now that he knew the one in the bag worked he needed to get the rest up to par. Working on the rods for around an hour he started having trouble keeping his eyes open and realized that he was tired. Most likely from wandering the streets for seven hours.

He got out of the chair and walked over to another section divided from the rest with the sheets and blankets he used as walls and was about to set out his futon when his quirk picked up what was being said of the TV.

He quickly ran back into the room and turned up the TV, sitting back down in the chair and watching the screen seriously. He was fully awake.

"It appears that the police are holding an emergency press conference, we are currently sending a reporter to the scene as we speak."

This... was not good.

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Tsukauchi re-checked his clothes again to make sure they looked the right way. He had seen other detectives be dismissed for not looking the correct way during a press conference and didn't want people to not take him seriously.

He had brought his and Aizawa's discovery to the chief of police and had received an okay to perform a short press conference to both announce the presence of this new villain and to warn the people how dangerous they were.

"Seriously, stop checking yourself out in that mirror, it's not good to be that into yourself."

Tsukauchi looked to his side at Aizawa who was also in a suit. The chief had wanted a pro hero out on the stage and hadn't given Aizawa a choice on if he wanted to or not. The option he would've picked all too obvious from his constant grumbling.

"You know that's not it. Besides, you had a person to help you get ready." Tsukauchi quipped back.

"Psh, please. If the kid had seen me on the news looking like I normally do I'd never hear the end of it from him." Aizawa turned away from the detective and to the mirror in front of him.