Eraserhead and Scribe

Eraserhead and Scribe Chapter 31-end

Chapter 31

Aizawa got out of the cab first, turning back to hold out a hand for Scribe while All Might emerged from the other side. They were on a deserted street in a dingy part of the town. All Might looked at the crumbling bricks and peeling paint of the building. "This is where we're meeting?"

"This is the address he gave me." Aizawa shrugged as the cab pulled away. He wished he'd brought his capture scarf, but they were all dressed simply in jeans and t-shirts to avoid attracting attention. Not that there was much to catch the attention of, unless you counted a scrawny alley cat and the rat he'd pinned down with one paw.

"Let's do it." Scribe strode to the front door of the building. She paused in the act of reaching for the front door when it swung open. "Guess that means we're in the right place."

Aizawa caught up to her and All Might followed. The door swung shut behind them, leaving them in a musty semi-darkness. After his eyes adjusted to the light, Aizawa could see green lights running up the side of the stairs. He started up them, cautious because they looked as unstable as the rest of the building, but he found them to be pretty solid beneath his boots.

"I don't think things in this place are what they first appear to be." Scribe spoke from behind him.

When Aizawa reached the top, he found another door, which also swung open before he could touch the knob. This time when it closed behind them, there was an undeniable sound of a lock. Then the lights came on and they found themselves in a clean, white corridor with a few good paintings. Their footsteps echoed on the polished hardwood floor. A door at the end of the corridor stood open. A figure stepped out.

"Eraser. All Might. Scribe. Thank you for getting in touch with me." The man from the council stepped forward, holding out a hand.

Aizawa accepted it, as did All Might. Scribe hesitated. "What do we call you?"

The man's eyebrows shot up. "Is that important?"

"Call me old fashioned, but if I'm going to shake your hand, I at least want to have a name to put with you."

He nodded. "Fair. Though not quite what I expected from one who goes only by 'Scribe'."

"At least you have something to call me."

The man smiled. "How is 'Kohei'?"

"I like it." She accepted his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Kohei."

"Thank you." Kohei beckoned them in. "We don't have a lot of time, do we? We need to figure out how to protect Izuku Midoriya, convince Shigaraki you've really left the country, and devise a plan to convince some other heroes to join us in the process. Because I doubt very seriously that Shigaraki believes he can waltz into Endeavor's office and back out with young Midoriya."

Aizawa nodded, looking around at the room they were in. A single long table with four chairs and a whiteboard at the end. "It may not make any difference at this point, but we think we know how Shigaraki accomplished this."

Kohei raised his eyebrows. Scribe was the one who answered. "When we...met, I guess. He said he knew how mind quirks worked. He thought I'd put something in his mind so he'd be distracted by thoughts of me. He called it poison." She winced at the memory.

Aizawa resumed the explanation. "We think it could have been done recently by someone Shigaraki has access to. If Scribe is right, it could be as simple as making eye contact, and with Endeavor coming into more contact with people in his capacity as the number one hero, it would be a simple matter to put the person in his way." He sighed, feeling a grudging respect for the thought put into this plan. "And once the seed is planted, even me erasing the person's quirk might not do anything. It's not a bad plan."