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angryrantsofdomesticity · 2 years

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The Science behind Erasure

-it's actually ingenious!!

SO recently I wondered....if Aizawa does hero work after hours...does that mean he also has increased night vision?? Because it wouldn't makes sense for a hero who relies on his eyes to work at a time when he can't see....right?

(this led me on a scientific deep dive because I am a huge nerd.)

As we know, Aizawa's eyes light up (red) when he activates his quirk. It just so happens, red doesn't glare like other colors of light do. This means red light makes night vision easier. Why? Because your pupils don't need to re-adjust between the light source & the dark around you! This reduces eye strain & keeps your field of vision clear & consistent at night, while still illuminating your path!

Simultaneously, red light is difficult to see at a distance so it'll help keep your position safe from possible attackers. This is why military flash lights are usually red!

So YES!... Aizawa's quirk can improve his night vision... By acting like a red flashlight! But that's not all!

Then I started thinking of HOW his quirk works...He stares at someone, his eyes glow red, his hair floats...and somehow the enemy's power stops working??

As we know, Erasure deactivates the enemy's quirk gene. This happens when Aizawa glares at them. But HOW can he deactivate a gene by only seeing the outside of the body? Especially since Erasure doesn't erase physical mutations??

Turns out, red light has a longer wave length than other colors, allowing it to penetrate the body more easily! In fact red & Infrared light (invisible to humans) is often used in medical imaging to detect things like veins and blood vessels beneath the skin.

Simply put Aizawa's quirk penetrates the body kind of like an x-ray. The reason we can see his eyes light up, and NOT the target being illuminated( like the picture on the left below)?? It's because he likely also emits red light that crosses over into infrared spectrum. So the red light that actually enters the body is invisible to the naked eye.

However real x-rays fall on the opposite side of the light spectrum under Ultra violet light. They not only enter but pass through their target, So to be clear Aizawa probably does not have x-ray vision. You may have also heard of Infrared in terms of night vision goggles. Aizawa likely does not have thermal/night vision either. His eyes only EMIT visible red light which allows him to see better in the dark & Infrared which enters the body.

So while Aizawa's glowing red eyes may at first seem like a meaningless, but cool, feature of his quirk, it's really the tell into how erasure works!

However, glowing red eyes only tell us how aizawa's quirk REACHES the gene, not how he switches it off! So how does he do it?? With an electromagnetic field! The light spectrum is a small part of the larger electromagnetic spectrum & the only part of it visible to the human eye!

So, how do y'all know I'm not just making this up?

Because his hair floats!

What's the most familiar electromagnetic force humans encounter on a daily basis?--- STATIC ELECTRICITY! When aizawa switches on his quirk he essentially becomes a cat being rubbed with a balloon! The carbon nanofibers in his capture weapon conduct static electricity so that floats too!

Aizawa's Erasure works by emitting an electromagnetic field, which like the infrared light, penetrates the body of his target! Now that we know how his quirk reaches the inside of the body, the question is how does it disrupt the quirk function?

As it turns out, electricity can be fired at DNA to switch Genes on and off in real life! So Erasure specifically targets the quirk gene and immobilizes it temporarily with electricity!!!! That's crazy!!!

Since we know Aizawa can't erase the quirks of heteromorphic types it's safe to assume it's because physical mutations effect more than one gene & Erasure specifically targets a single quirk gene.

If Erasure got into the hands of AFO it could easily mean the end of the world, or any one who apposes AFO for that matter. Sure AFO could use Erasure as Aizawa does, but he could also scientifically manipulate it to target genes OTHER than the quirk gene. Meaning he could kill you, or even make your body fall apart, with just a look.

Congrats you made to the end! You now have a PHD is Shota Aizawa.

#shota aizawa #bnha analysis #eraserhead #erasure #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #mha analysis #science #boku no hero academia analysis #eraserhead bnha #aizawa #aizawa shota #bnha meta #bnha manga #bnha anime #mr aizawa #bnha memes #bnha

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kleem-o · 10 months

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Request for you to make an aizawa fic! ❤️

Sulking: Boyfriend!Aizawa x reader

"C'mon babe talk to me"

Aizawa let out a frustrated groan as you turn away from him. He has just gotten home when you were laying down on the couch, it was quite weird that you didn't greet him like you always did when he came back home, and he saw how you were pouting a bit while scrolling in your phone, eyebrows a bit furrowed. It was obvious that you were upset, but Aizawa didn't know why. Now Aizawa was panicking. Was it something he did? Was it something he didn't do? He's pretty sure he left the toilet seat down this morning, and he's sure he made the bed and took out the trash. "Babe c'mon, you need to talk to me, yeah? Tell me what's wrong" Aizawa says as he tries to get you to look at him. He placed his arms around you to turn you around, only for you to push his arms away "Why don't you talk to your new girlfriend, huh?" Now you were full on pouting, your eyes were getting a bit glossy, and you had your arms crossed as you turned to face the back of the sofa. Aizawa was taken aback by your sudden outburst, immediately thinking about what would make you think that. "Babe, what the hell are you talking about??" He squeezes next to you on the sofa, and pulled you on top of him while you struggle "uGH let go of me!!" you say even though you tucked your head under his chin. "Not until we talk, okay?" He started playing with your hair, and it finally made you talk while you wrapped your arms around him "I saw a certain someone flirting with you today you know!! Asking you to marry her.. what about me?!?!" Aizawa's eyes widened. Oh. So you were jealous because of that. How cute, Aizawa thought. He felt a bit of relief knowing that it was nothing serious, that it was something he could fix. "I'm pretty sure that woman was just joking, but since my cute girlfriend is sooo upset, I'll talk to her about it, and I'll do my best to avoid her." You looked up at him suddenly "What!! No I don't want that.. you're friends with her right?" "Well yeah but if you're not comfortable with it-" You covered his mouth with your hand and he deadpanned at you. "I-it's fine.. as long as you know who you belong to." Aizawa raised his eyebrows at that, he removed your hand from his mouth and asked "And who do I belong to?" You rolled your eyes "Me dummy" You were about to get up, but Aizawa held you and switched positions, with him now being on top of you. He held you tight while he whispered in your ear "You know I only love you." This made you blush as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. His stubble tickled your neck a bit while your hands trailed up and down on his back, earning a satisfied groan from your boyfriend.

"I'm still upset. You'll be on dish duty for a week."

"..."

You bit his shoulder, and he retaliated by tickling your sides while kissing your neck. All that could be heard in your cozy apartment were your giggles, his chuckles, and kisses you both shared.

hi anon this is my first time writing him i hope u like it.. it might be a bit ooc tho sorry!

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #shota aizawa #eraserhead #eraserhead bnha #aizawa fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction

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nightmareupondaydream · 1 year

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hi there! hope youre doing well, if u dont mind (and if u even do these types of things) can u do some hcs w dad! aizawa, mom! mirko and dad! hawks with a child reader whos obsessed w watching things burn, and just fire in general?

Child who loves fire and burning!

with Eraserhead, Mirko and Hawks

Note: I hope these are okay, I tried to make it as in character as possible but didn’t have many ideas

Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa)

• Give this man a break

• Their entire childhood is him putting out fires

• Kid can’t be left alone with present mic because he probably lets the child light things

• Every time anyone’s birthday comes around, Shota lets his child light the candles

• Makes the mistake of bringing his kid to work one day, the kid finds out about todoroki’s quirk and stays by his side all day

• Honestly as annoying as the habits might be, Aizawa loves watching his little one get super sleepy and point in the general direction of a fire mumbling how pretty it is as he picks them up

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

• Highkey encourages his lil arsonist

• Endeavour’s biggest fan 2.0

• Has definitely accidentally set some of their own feathers alight before

• Honestly, he would probably light the fire with his child so there’s multiple fires

• Has to call into work because there was a fire incident and they BOTH need to grow back their feathers

• This child has the biggest candle collection ever

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)

• You can’t tell me that Mirko’s child wouldn’t want to burn the world

• I mean their mum is a badass are we surprised?

• Mirko actually found the little fires funny at first

• Until there was a massive blaze and the fire was hot enough to be blue

• That triggered something in mama and she’s putting it out immediately and holding her baby tight

• Rabbits and Fire don’t mix even without that trauma

• An electric fireplace has been bought so you can watch the flames without triggering anything bad

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #mha imagines #shota aizawa x reader #mirko x reader #hawks x reader #hawks bnha #bnha mirko #eraserhead bnha #child reader #bnha x child reader #bnha fluff #bnha headcannons #✰kana-writes #✰kana-reblogs

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whattheheckmidoriya · 2 years

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Hey :) how you doing?

would you write shota x platonic! student reader (or older s/o) who’s having a panic attack and he helps them through it? hella introverted reader, some comfort? i understand if you don’t want to write this, thought id try.

Back and Forth

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Word Count: 1,702

Warnings: Allusions to a panic attack, established relationship

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff!

Description: When your mind keeps you up at night, far from the clutches of slumber, Shota is quick to come to your aid.

Author's note: Hey, love! Thank you so much for your request and your patience! This one was a bit challenging, hence why it took so long, but I hope the wait was worth it— even if a bit!

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Shota knew something was wrong the moment he woke up.

Groggily, he patted your side of the bed, frowning at your absence. Scarred fingers feathered over cold sheets, sending a chill of dread down his spine. A dizzying sense of unease spilled into his stomach, making him groan as he sat up, sunken eyes roaming over the room in search of you.

“Angel?” he rasped, voice rumbling thickly with the remnants of heavy slumber. His ears rang at the lack of response; his heart dropped. When he called out for you again and silence fleeted back to him as a reply, he nearly toppled out of bed. Hurriedly, he crossed the room, almost tripping and falling over as his feet got tangled on the bedsheets. He cursed colorfully, kicking them away before carefully opening the bedroom door.

Truthfully, part of him expected to be plunged into the darkness of night as he stepped out of the room, yet he found himself grateful for the glow of the kitchen lights. Even if they burned his eyes, they meant that you were home. You’re here.

He was ready to release a sigh of relief, to grumble and tug at your sleeves until he'd convinced you to go back to sleep with him, but a muffled sniffle had him freezing mid-step. Sorrow softened the sharp lines of his gaze, fingers fluttering anxiously by his sides. A trembling breath breezed past his lips. Turning the corner, he got a full view of a shattered scene, and his heart ached with every beat against his chest.

Flour, eggs, milk, and an assortment of other ingredients cluttered the once clean countertops, seemingly discarded before even half of them were put to use. Shota gaped at the sight before pressing his lips into a thin line. Concern bubbled in his veins as he recalled the last time this had happened; he suddenly found himself glad he’d woken up. Carefully stepping further into the kitchen, he found you curled up in a corner, trembling as you pressed a hand to your mouth, muffling your cries.

"Oh," Shota breathed, running a hand over his face in concern. Carefully, he knelt before you, though you didn't seem to notice he was there. Choked sobs flooded the air, pained and panicked, your chest heaving with each strangled breath. His heart ached. A hesitant hand reached out for you, stalling to see it you pulled away and cupped your cheek when you didn’t. With your cheek squished against the palm of his hand, he gently ran his thumb over your skin, each loving touch erasing the trails marked by stinging tears. “What can I do?”

Unable to provide a verbal response, frustration boiled in your veins along with a stream of panic as you turned to hide your face in his touch. You clung to his wrist as if keeping him in place would alleviate the sinking pit of dread that made your stomach turn. You shook your head with a sharp, desperate gasp of air.

Shota frowned. “Hey, hey,” he called, careful to keep his voice low and gentle. “Angel, listen to me, alright?” His other hand reached up to trace the arch of your brow. Feathered touches trailed over the contour of your cheekbones, and he dared to capture a stray tear with a careful pressing of his lips over your skin. "We're going to get your breathing under control," he reassured. "Can you do that with me?"

You squeezed his wrist and nodded against his hand, hiccuping on a whimper. When he tugged at your hand, placing it over his chest, you didn't pull away. Instead, you slumped against him, burying your face by his beating heart.

A smile dared to tug at the corners of his lips. "Alright," he hummed, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. “Repeat after me, angel.” He waited for a response and continued once you tapped your fingers over his chest, “Breathe in,” His chest swelled as he inhaled, exaggerating his breaths in hopes of prompting you into following along. He held in the air until he saw you mimicking his actions. “And breathe out.” Slowly, he blew out the air through parted lips, feeling light as you followed him through drying tears. “One more time?”

As you followed him through the breathing exercise, you felt the built-up anxiety puff out past your lips, your lungs putting all their might into expelling the troubles that followed you. Soft weeping escaped you, your shoulders trembling with the remnants of your pain and fear.

“C’mon,” Shota clicked his tongue, falling onto his bum as he tugged on your hand, pulling you onto his lap. “Keep breathing with me, angel. You can do it.” He encouraged, letting his lungs expand with deep breaths. “That’s it,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, tightening his hold around you as you snuggled closer to him. He smiled. “Better?”

You grumbled halfheartedly into the crook of his neck and nodded. A beat passed before you spoke up, “I’m sorry,” Your voice crumbled as seeped past chattering teeth, low and uncertain. "I'm so sorry—"

He hushed you softly, tracing shapes and patterns over your back, his touch soft and adoring. Understanding balmed his words carefully, allowing for them to slip off his tongue with ease, "Stop that," Your soft trembling tore at his heart. "You have nothing to apologize for."

But your mind said otherwise. "I made a mess," you cried, eyeing the ingredients you left unattended. "I woke you up," Squeezing further into his embrace, you hoped to hide away from the shadows lurking in your mind. "And now you had to deal with this!" The dejected note in your words tore at your throat bitterly, upsetting your chest with ragged breaths.

Shota's breath hitched and he instinctively pulled you in closer, gently rocking you back and forth rhythmically. He wondered if you knew how he'd spend every waking moment by your side if given the chance. A deep breath drew his shoulders back and when he exhaled, he sagged over you, his back curving as if shielding you from terrors unknown.

"This," he breathed, gently yet firmly. "Will never be too much for me— you'll never be too much for me. I believe we vowed for better or for worse, right?" A low hum rippled through his chest when you nodded meekly. "Then that's exactly how it'll be, angel."

A cry sputtered past your quivering lips. "But Shota—"

You weren't given the chance to finish when he pulled away slightly, carefully angling your face to meet his softened gaze. "I don't want to hear any of that," He sighed, "You've seen things, angel, and you've gone through things that weren't so good. I know it can get bad at times— feeling like you're constantly in danger when you're not is a scary thing."

Cupping your cheeks, he pulled you close, letting your foreheads meet softly. Your breaths mingled as he continued, "But when that brain of yours lies to you, saying something's out to hurt you," He smiled reassuringly, "I'll be here to keep you safe, always."

Trying to meet him halfway, you gave a wavering smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He confirmed, caressing the apples of your cheeks.

Melting into his touch, you muttered through quivering lips, your words trembling with emotion, "My hero."

In a cheap attempt at hiding the blooming tint in his cheeks, he pulled you against him, keeping you close to his heart as he settled his chin over the top of your head. Tightening his arms around you, he felt contempt while sitting on the kitchen floors as your chest rose and fell softly.

His sore eyes were just fluttering to a close when your hushed voice sprang him to attention. "Can you do it again?" you asked.

Inky brows pulled together curiously. "Do what?"

You snuggled further into him, hiding in his chest. "That back and forth thing you did earlier," a quick beat passed before you continued, "It felt nice."

A breath of amusement spilled past his lips. "Alright," he relented. He could never say no to you. "But let's get off the floor." He figured the tears might've worn you out. It was best to keep you where you'd be comfortable.

With ease, he bundled you into his arms and kept you close to his chest as he maneuvered you both off the floors and back into your shared bedroom. Shota settled by the edge of the bed, his heart a puddle as he glanced down at you. Adjusting his grip, he sat you on his lap and slowly began rocking you back and forth, warmth pooling his stomach the moment you hummed sleepily.

Feeling you, so small and fragile in his arms, he swore his soul was bursting with more love than his poor aching heart could contain. Still, he relished the feeling of innocent intimacy that such a moment with you provided him with, cherishing the realities of a love so raw and pure. Shota adored every bit of it.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, holding you with care, still going in slow, rocking motions. He'd do it forever if it guaranteed you peaceful slumber. Sore eyes glanced at the cracked door, catching sight of the illuminated kitchen. With a short shake of his head, he smiled. He'd have to clean up later. But for now, his interest was solely tethered to your rhythmic breathing and the slight slacking of your lips.

With a final kiss to the top of your head, he hoped that, somehow, you'd always understand how dearly he adored you. Every beat of his heart was wholly devoted to you. Every breath from the depths of his lungs ached to utter your name like a prayer.

Whether you fell three steps back or ran a mile before him, Shota would always be there by your side. And if you were to ever fall, he'd be ready to offer a hand to pull you back onto your feet.

Nothing that your mind was capable of conjuring could ever scare him away. He was here to stay, now and forevermore.

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black-and-yellow · 2 years

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Losers

Sometimes you just have to force your friend to pose for a mirror selfie in a public bathroom.

Put way too much effort into this for it just being a redraw of me n my friend in VRChat.

(world: ‘She left you at prom last minute so now youre crying in the bathroom while mr brightside plays’.)

#let me know if this kind of dumb vr redraw stuff is something you'd want more of #I take a lot of pictures #i used to spend a lot of time in the UA world #because it was really funny to go there as Aizawa and have a ton of people exclaim 'it's Aizawa-sensei!'#but anyway that world isn't there anymore so that's sad #I miss the pickupable fried egg they had in there #had some good memories holding that egg in my hand (no plate) very funny #bnha #mha #eraserhead bnha #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #present mic #finished reading volume 7 of Vigilantes today #yes I know it's taking me a while I'm managing my expenses #I'm glad to finally have context for that panel that says 'you want yamada?'#because yeah. i do want yamada #I'd like to listen to Silly Thing and Dancing With Myself with him #is that too much to ask

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portraitoftheoddity · 2 years

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Heroics are dangerous...

Shinsou whump featuring Aizawa, because the more I like characters the meaner I am to them.

#lena's art thing #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #eraserhead bnha #bnha #hitoshi shinso #my hero academia #fanart #art #whump #hurt comfort #blood cw #is it too early for whumptober?

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vvalymare · 16 days

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no literally this is the single greatest piece of merch i have owned in my life im obsessed with him??? he cost me a whole $4 from the fucking dollar store and this is exactly the kind of merch he would approve of, 1000/10 best purchase i have EVER made

#bnha #eraserhead bnha #eraserhead #his torso rotates too #and his legs go forward and backward #obsessed #this is absolutely perfect #shouta aizawa #aizawa shota #aizawa #bnha aizawa

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grumpycakes · 1 year

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I KEEP!!! Forgetting!!! To post my finished things!!!!!

So have this wonderful commission for @atsuyuri-sama of their self insert having a chat w Aizawa about Teaching woes.

Super fun to work on and really sweet idea wise~

#melart #boku no hero acedamia #fanart #aizawa shōta #eraserhead #eraserhead bnha #my hero academia #digital art #artists on tumblr #finished art #commission #finished commission #digital illustration #clip studio paint

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twisted-lies · 1 year

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༊·˚ Gothic Shouta Aizawa Headers :: Requested by @man4jiro

Don't tag as Kin!

♡ / ⇆ if saving | credit if using

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ashe-smash · 11 months

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I’ve had this thought in my head for so long and I can finally set it free- every time I see a fic or art of Aizawa (or Shinso ig?) using his capture weapon for bondage I’m always like “SIR?? You use that for catching CRIMINALS. How often do you wash that?”

AND HE WEARS IT ON HIS F A C E

#aizawa shōta #eraserhead bnha #bnha x reader #aizawa shota x reader

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stim-cat-cafe · 2 years

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Aizawa Shota + White and pink

X X X | X ☕ X | X X X

#《 Stimboard biscuit 🍪 》#bnha #mha #white stim #pink stim #cat stim #fabric stim #soft stim #coffee stim #boku no hero academia #aizawa shota #shota aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #eraserhead bnha #bnha eraserhead #arson's bnha color game #my hero academia #《 Pleasure serving you 🍵 》

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recipro-turbo · 1 year

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the blood through your bandages

Rating: T Word Count: 2.1k Notes: Inspired by a thought Cardi had on the BNHA Twitter Refuge Discord. Originally posted to AO3 January 2023.

Tags and content warnings: blood/injury, implied/referenced self-harm, engine tune-up, dadzawa

Summary:

At his brother's suggestion, Tenya Iida undergoes the painful process of tuning up his engines―the act of ripping out his baby exhaust pipes to allow for new, stronger ones to grow in their place―on his own in the forest. Unfortunately, the aftercare isn't something he can properly tend to when he's loopy with blood loss.

It's a good thing Shota Aizawa catches him just as he's returning to the dorms.

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In a lot of ways, Tenya Iida takes after his older brother, Tensei. Most of these were good qualities to have, in Shota’s eyes―responsible, earnest, approachable―but the worst quality they shared was the masochistic lengths they’d go to better themselves.

Shota doesn’t make it a habit to get involved in his students’ personal lives. It isn’t rational to do so, and it only leads to unnecessary attachments. Of course, his concerns about attachment had been thrown out the window long ago for this batch of problem children, so maybe it was inevitable that he’d end up finding Iida limping back to the dorms just after he finished room checks.

He’s ready to go for his capture weapon when he finds Iida’s legs are bandaged. Poorly, at that. That’s Shota’s first indication that something is wrong. The next is how unsteady Iida seems to be on his feet, every step uncertain.

“I apologize for my tardiness, Aizawa-sensei,” Iida says, his usual energy gone. He doesn’t even chop at the air. “I will accept any manner of discipline you deem―”

“Are you all right?”

Iida blinks. “Oh! Yes, sensei, everything’s fine!”

Shota approaches Iida, eyes going to the bandages wrapped around his calves. When he sees the backs, he finds that they’re stained red.

“Are you aware you’re bleeding through your bandages?”

Iida jolts. Clearly, he was not. Shota sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. These kids were going to be the death of him. “Get inside. I’ll take a look at them.”

“Ah, there’s no need to trouble yours―”

“Tenya.”

“...Yes, sensei.”

Shota follows Iida into the silent dormitory, nudging him towards one of the sofas while he continues to the kitchen. He takes a can of orange juice from the fridge, returns to the common room and wordlessly hands it to Iida, who accepts it with a nod of gratitude.

The first aid kit Iida had been carrying with him sits open on the coffee table, still stocked with more than enough supplies for Shota to tend to his wounds. Starting with the right leg, he begins to unwind the bandages around Iida’s calf, expecting to see training-related injuries.

He does not expect to find six bloody holes where his class representative’s exhaust pipes should be. The skin just inside the ports is red and irritated, broken in places. Though most of the blood remaining on his skin is from wounds that have started to close up, the two holes near the bottom of his calf are sluggishly bleeding.

“Iida,” Shota asks, managing to keep his voice steady, “what happened?”

“I was tuning up my engines,” Iida answers, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Tensei told me it’s an Iida family secret. By removing my old exhaust pipes, stronger ones will grow in. It maximizes speed, minimizes fuel consumption, and should allow me to move at top speed for longer periods of time.”

Despite the way he slurs some of his words, Iida speaks with pride―Shota finds it hard not seeing the sweet, cheerful four-year-old he used to babysit when Tensei was called in last-minute for patrol or to respond to an emergency. Tenya’s admiration for his brother had only grown over the years, especially during the months following his involuntary retirement at the hands of the Hero Killer. It was touching and all, but that admiration lead to some incredibly idiotic decisions.

“And you chose to do this on your own in the forest,” Shota says, putting pressure on the ports still bleeding. “Why not approach me? Or Recovery Girl? She would’ve at least healed your wounds.”

Iida pauses, taking a swig of his orange juice. “I suppose some part of me assumed that you would get the wrong idea. That, ah… you might believe it was a form of self-harm.”

Shota knows he could probably make that argument. It wouldn’t be the first time Iida let himself needlessly suffer―the compression sleeve he still wears on his left arm from time to time is proof enough―but his class representative isn’t one to lie. He never has been, even when he was just a little kid.

“Tenya, I won’t say I wouldn’t have had any reservations about this,” Shota says, “but what if something went wrong? Doing this on your own could have caused unnecessary damage to your engines or to your legs. You may have already damaged something.”

Iida tenses up, tightening his grip on the can.

“You’re sixteen. Tensei didn’t tune up his engines until his third year. Why he told you now, I don’t know, but you were not ready―”

“With all due respect, Aizawa-sensei,” Iida says, “I disagree.”

Shota looks up from his work, an eyebrow raised. Iida’s expression is something stern, determined.

“Tensei’s class was not relentlessly targeted by villains. He was not put into a position where obtaining a provisional license and taking on a work study a year ahead of schedule was necessary to ensure his safety. Perhaps I did go about this the wrong way, and maybe it is too soon, but that’s no different than what we’ve already been through. What’s one more item on the agenda fast-tracked to ensure I’m equipped to keep my classmates safe?”

It’s a fair enough point. A rational argument. Shota can appreciate that. That still doesn’t change the fact that Iida has lost enough blood to make him unsteady on his feet. It was a miracle he even made it back to the dorms, even if he was late.

“First thing in the morning, I expect you to go to Recovery Girl,” Shota says, leaving no room for argument. “I can keep your wounds clean and bandaged, but I’m not the person who can tell you if you’ve caused yourself lasting harm.” He pauses for a moment before tacking on, “I also expect a written apology for not being back by lights out by tomorrow evening.”

“Yes, sensei. I apologize for causing such trouble.”

“Save it, problem child.” Despite his choice of words, Shota’s tone is fond, tinged with an affection reserved for someone he considers family. If Iida notices, he doesn’t mention it.

A comfortable silence settles over them as Shota cleans away the mess of blood. If Iida is in any pain, he makes no verbal indication of it. As he works, his mind goes to Tensei.

Shota knows that Tensei thinks highly of his little brother. He also knows that having his pro career ended far too soon had probably fucked him up a lot more than he was willing to acknowledge. Tensei wouldn’t knowingly force his own ambitions onto Tenya, but this doesn’t feel like information Ingenium would give to someone who hasn’t even completed his first year in the hero course. This feels like someone trying to live vicariously through someone too blinded by adoration and self-consciousness to see it.

He applies ointment and wraps fresh bandages around Iida’s right calf before moving to the left. The bandages are in a worse state than they were on the other leg, like they’d been wrapped by a preschooler. The bloodstains are larger, darker. Shota grimaces as he begins to unwind the bandages, wondering if he should give Recovery Girl a call after all.

The ports on Iida’s left calf are messier, but Shota is relieved to find that they don’t appear to be in any worse condition than those on the right. All six are still bleeding, but it appears that it’s slowed down to the point where he’s certain Iida isn’t in any real danger. He begins the process of cleaning the wounds, taking great care to not reopen any that appear to have just stopped bleeding.

By the time Iida’s left calf is wrapped in clean bandages and the first aid kit has been packed up, it’s roughly an hour past lights out. Shota gently eases Iida’s legs off of his lap, moving to stand up. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”

Iida must be exhausted, because he doesn’t try to refuse Shota’s help when he guides him over to the elevator, a steadying hand on his shoulder. He all but collapses onto his bed when they reach Iida’s room, eyes sliding shut the moment his head hits the pillow.

Shota feels the corners of his mouth quirk up into a fond smile as he pulls the blankets up over Iida. He gently pulls off his glasses, setting them down on his nightstand. Once he’s sure his student is settled, he heads for the door.

“Goodnight, Uncle Sho.” Tenya’s voice comes out soft, so quiet Shota thinks he might have imagined it.

“Goodnight, Tenya,” Shota says, the door shutting behind him with a quiet click.

-x-

The moment Shota is in the privacy of his room in the teachers’ dormitory, he makes a phone call.

It’s late. Normal people might let it go to voicemail, but Tensei Iida answers on the second ring. “Iida speaking,” he says, very clearly still half asleep.

“You’re a goddamned idiot, Tensei.”

There’s a pause. “I’m not going to say you’re wrong, Shota, but do you mind giving a guy some context?”

“Tenya wasn’t back by lights out,” Shota says. “He came back just as I was heading out to track him down, and his calves were a mess.”

“Oh! So we have this tradition―”

“―where you rip out your exhaust pipes and let new ones grow in. I know, the kid explained it to me.” Shota sits down on his bed, kicking off his slippers. “He was bleeding a lot. I don’t even know how he managed to get back to the dormitory in the state he was in.”

“Is he okay?” Tensei asks, suddenly a lot more alert.

“He’s supposed to see the old lady tomorrow morning just in case, but as far as I can tell, Tenya’s fine. He’s sleeping it off now. I’m just hoping his ports look worse than they actually are.”

He hears a sigh on the other end of the line. “That’s good to hear.”

“Why’d you tell him about this, anyway?” Shota pinches the bridge of his nose. “Your parents made you wait until you were a third year before they allowed you to tune up your engines, and you didn’t do it on your own.”

“Hang on, he did what―”

“Tenya went out to the forest to pull his exhaust pipes. He told nobody. Not me, not Recovery Girl, not any of his classmates.”

He hears Tensei curse. “I told him to have someone there in case he passed out―”

“Did you think he would listen?”

“I… yeah, I assumed he would.”

Shota lets out a tired sigh, feeling some of his irritation towards Tensei melt away. “There’s a lot you missed, Tensei. I doubt Tenya has brought it up, since you had your own shit to sort through, but he and his classmates have gone through so much and we’re only part way through second semester.”

Shota knows that his friend has had a rough year. The one time he did manage to visit Tensei while he was in the hospital, he had been a shell of the man he was, trapped in a medicated haze while the doctors tried to save his legs. Nobody had told him about Tenya’s encounter with the Hero Killer until well after the fact, when he was recovered enough to handle the news. Tensei didn’t get to see the extent of his little brother’s grief and rage through the thick fog of painkillers, and with the dorm system in place, he doesn’t get to see how Tenya’s own trauma at Stain’s hand affects his actions even now.

“Tenya is a good kid,” Shota continues. “You’ve taught him so much. Your guidance has made him into a capable leader and has put him on the path to becoming a great hero. But I don’t think you understand just how much he looks up to you―he’s got it in his head that he has failed you, and his way of atoning is pulling shit like prying out his exhaust pipes in the middle of the forest without telling any of his teachers.”

Maybe it’s a lot to drop on someone, but Tensei needs to hear it. Thankfully, Tensei isn’t the type to get defensive―if he were, Ingenium wouldn’t have been known for being a team player.

“Shit… I’ll need to talk to him, then,” Tensei says. “Tomorrow, after he’s had some rest.”

“Please do. Tenya follows orders and takes lessons seriously, but when it comes to his mental health, you might be one of the few people in his life who can get through to him.” Shota absentmindedly rubs at his tired eyes. “I’ve got essays to grade. Have a good rest of your night, Tensei.”

“Yeah, you too, Shota. And thank you for looking after Tenya.”

Shota smiles. “I always look after my family.”

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Quiet Chapter 8: Sorry Chief

Description: Finally, you and Tsukauchi sit for your first round of interrogations.

Warnings: Mentions of guns

Word Count: 2,471

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Anticipation bubbled in your veins, your heart roaring in your ears as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose. Looking over your files one last time, your fingers trailed over the ink scribbles that marked the pages, notes upon notes of observations and questions. Slipping the files close, you looked up to meet Tsukauchi, who was already tucking his own batch of files under his arm.

"Ready, Beholder?" the detective asked, an aching glimmer of hope twinkling in his eyes as you pushed yourself away from your desk. "There might be a chance we won't get anything from this."

You bit your lip at his comment. Interrogations were slow, yet brutal. The truth always lingered somewhere between a storm of lies and pitiful stalling. You, however, always had the upper hand; it’s hard to hide from someone who can virtually see everything all at once. With a deep breath, resolve settled over your features, silencing the murmuring anxieties within you. You smiled. “Today’s a step towards something, sir,” Nodding, you continued, “I’m ready for whatever that is.”

Tsukauchi met your smile with one of his own, fixing his hat over his head before fetching his keys. The careful jingle of his keys had you joining his side, the detective tossing a reassuring glance your way. Pulling the door open, he prompted you to step out first and he quickly followed suit, staying near as you navigated the hallways together until reaching your destination.

Noise from all around flooded your senses, everything from morning small-talk, to gossip and the beeping and static of walkie-talkies seeped into your ears. Part of you was just as ecstatic as you were nervous. The cool air pooling out from the vents tickled your nose and wrapped itself around your neck, chilling your bones, but you couldn’t stop to pay it any attention. Your heart picked up as you came to a stop before a door that, unlike the rest, lacked a window to the other side.

A trembling breath expanded your lungs as you lingered by. It only took a moment to register all that went on behind the door.; the barrier did little to deprive your senses. A thumping heart, rhythmically tapping fingers, bouncing leg, and soft, frustrated mumbling. This was the first of many suspects you’d have to sit with, Tsukauchi asking the questions while you acted as an organic lie detector.

“This is Victor?” you questioned, watching your partner sort through his files until he found what he was in search of. A vague memory of your first encounter with the criminal lingered at the back of your mind, the clicking of the barrel of a gun still ringing in your ears if you concentrated long enough.

The detective nodded, his brows pulling together. He hummed his confirmation, “Detained for suspicious activity and inciting violence near a school,” reading off of the report, he continued, “Word on the street is that, like most of the criminals under our custody, Victor has been spreading rumors of a villain alliance. Motives unknown.”

You frowned, toying with your thoughts before daring to speak of them. “Should we ask him?”

He tilted his head at you, curiosity glinting in his dark eyes. “Ask him about what?”

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you thought over your words carefully. The restless finger tapping on the other side of the door irked you slightly. With a sigh, you collected yourself. “We’ve got a lot on our plates recently-- none of these things we have solid footing on.” The soothing aroma of roasted coffee settled comfortably in the depths of your lungs as you took a deep breath. “It’s a huge shot in the dark, but isn’t it worth considering that maybe some of these things connect?”

At that, the detective shot a teasing grin your way, quirking a brow. “Weren’t you the one who thought that might be too ambitious for these criminals?”

You clicked your tongue in a weak attempt at hiding your own smile, but the subtle curl of your lips had a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “And weren’t you the one saying that it was worth looking into? Listen,” You wondered what Toshinori was doing-- hopefully not pushing the kids too much during class. He had a way of overdoing things without even intending to. “We have a bunch of criminals forming alliances with each other out of nowhere, and they get bolder with every passing day. We have a mountain's worth of missing person reports, and then we have Tomura Shigaraki proudly claiming he’s found a way to destroy the Symbol of Peace,” You jab a finger towards the door, prompting the detective to follow. “These things might be completely unrelated, but don’t you think it might not be a coincidence that all are happening simultaneously? By asking him, we might be able to get a clue of whether these events are connected or not.”

As silence settled over the two of you, the detective pondered over your words, his eyes still fixated on the door before you. The watch on his wrist ticked and whirred as its hands moved with the passing of time, its rhythmic ticks resounding in your ears. He didn’t reply, not while the weight of your words pressed onto his shoulders slowly.

“I don’t want to leave these possibilities unattended, Tsukauchi,” you breathed, fixing your utility belt. “But I’m not making any moves unless I can be sure we’re on the same page.”

“Do you still have the photo?” he blurted suddenly, only glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “From your patrol in Yokohama?”

Behind darkened lenses, your eyes widened as you immediately shuffled through your files, flipping through marked and tabbed pages. Finally, you held out the image, watching intently as he plucked it from your fingers and inspected it with the same attention as he did when you first reported your findings.

“We’ll just ask if he knows the kid, alright?” He tucked the photo into his own file, his gaze meeting yours. “I need you to pay attention to his reaction.”

Clenching your jaw, your head bobbed in response. “Got it.”

A comforting hand settled over your shoulder, offering a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “C’mon, let’s get this over with.”

Victor wasn’t as menacing as he liked to make himself seem. Brown locks of hair glowed amber under harsh white lights, his eyes refusing to meet either your gaze or the detective’s. Judging by the scowl twisting his face, he certainly remembered you as you remembered him, only now his wrists sat enclosed in stun cuffs, unable to activate his quirk.

“Good morning Victor,” Tsukauchi greeted, his words void of their usual warmth and charisma. His eyes remained trained on the man before him as he pulled out a chair for you, only allowing himself to sit once you were situated in your rightful place. “Doing well today?”

Victor humorlessly laughed, ignoring the detective and narrowing his eyes at you. Without his metal helmet, his eyes glared at you with raging flames, not the icy, mechanic hues you remembered. “You’ve got quite some nerve to come to pay me a visit, sweetheart.” His voice bitterly rang deep within your ears, “I should’ve pumped you with lead when I had the chance.”

How he flexed his fingers with sour poignancy wasn't lost on you.

You merely stared back at the man, biting your tongue long enough for Tsukauchi to drop his files onto the table with a heavy thud. Victor’s attention snapped back to him then, his eyes blazing with anger as the detective silently sorted through his files. It was quite amusing, how your friend’s cool demeanor always ticked off the person on the receiving end of it. “Let’s get started,” Tsukauchi said, cutting through the tension nonchalantly. “Witnesses testified to seeing you near schools, inciting violence and threatening to harm the kids. Anything you have to say about that?”

“Screw you,” the criminal snapped, sinking into his chair. Tilting his head back, he glared at you through hooded eyes, scoffing when you only fixed your glasses. “I’m not telling either of you anything, so go shove your questions up your--”

“Is it true you were recruiting other criminals?” Tsukauchi cut him off smoothly, pointedly waiting for a reply. “You aren’t the only one who’s been reported and accused of this. Did you purposely go out of your way to recruit others for a job?”

If his body language and refusal to immediately reply didn’t give it away, his eventual response certainly did. “I work alone,” Victor grumbled. Angrily, he twisted his wrists within their cuffs, cursing at how they bit his skin. “And would it kill ya to loosen these damn things?”

“Yes,” you responded cooly. Leaning forward, you clasped your hands together, your knuckles hooking under your chin and propping your head up. “I’m sure it would be a risk if we were to accommodate you with looser cuffs. With that gun quirk of yours, no doubt we’d both be under a shooting if we dared concede to your wishes.” You sighed, the clenching of his fists roaring in your ears. “So yes, it would kill us.”

“Smart-ass,” he bit under his breath, though you heard it clearly.

You cleared your throat. “You didn’t answer his question,”

Victor sat up, his jaw ticking as he replied coldly, “I said I wouldn’t be answering shit.”

“Did you purposely go out of your way to recruit other criminals for a job?” Tsukauchi repeated, pushing for a response. With a steady gaze, the detective read the man sitting opposite him like an open book. You were quick to follow. Tense shoulders, clenched jaw, narrowed eyes. Something still remained unsaid.

“I work alone!” Victor snapped loudly, making you wince slightly. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice. “My jobs are my jobs only! I don’t work with others, and don’t plan on doing it any time soon!”

Your eyes widened, your spine straightening at the strain in his voice. Under the table, your foot subtly tapped over your partner’s shoe. He’s lying.

Tsukauchi skillfully played along, not even glancing at you as he once again sorted through his files, your heart leaping in realization as to what he was searching for. Before retrieving what he’d been looking for, he averted his eyes back to Victor. “Witnesses say they’ve seen you sneaking around with other criminals,” there was a pause before he continued, “But you work alone, don’t you? So who were they? Casual friends?”

Victor merely turned his head to the side, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Not a snitch, you thought.

“What can you tell me about Tomura Shigaraki?” The words slipped out of the detective’s mouth, smooth and casual as if he were chatting with a childhood friend.

Curiosity gnawed at the back of your brain, rabid and untamed. You truly wanted to know.

Then you heard it. As loud as a shot of a gun, his heart hammered against his chest in a moment of utter silence. His eyes widened, something akin to fear and anger flickering behind his gaze before it vanished. He shifted in his seat, the stun cuffs rubbing his wrists raw as he twisted them slightly.

“If there’s anything you could tell us--” The detective couldn’t finish his sentence as the criminal snapped at him.

“I don’t know anything!” Victor hissed through clenched teeth, refusing to make eye contact.

You frowned. That’s awfully defensive for someone who knows nothing. Once again, your shoe tapped against your partner’s. He’s lying.

“Have you ever heard of him?” Tsukauchi tried again, sliding over the photo you’d captured when you first witnessed Shigaraki’s fearsome claims. “Seen him?”

Victor froze before slapping the photo away. “No!”

Before either of you could utter another word, a gaping hole opened behind Victor, startling the three of you before realization sunk.

A mocking grin reached the criminal’s lips, the soles of his feet meeting the side of the table before him. “Sorry, chief,” he laughed. “Seems like I’m needed elsewhere!”

“Wait!” You jumped from your seat, barreling over the table to hold onto the man. Before your fingers could even take a hold of him, he pushed off the table, tumbling into the warp hole and disappearing as the gate closed in on itself.

Silence, thick and tense, blanketed the room, only shattered by the frustrated breaths that rushed out of your chest.

“Was that--?” Tsukauchi asked, not being able to reach the end of his question before you were already confirming his words.

“That was him,” you replied, your head falling to your chest in defeat. “Dammit!” Your fist met the table in a rush of anger, the echo of the hit bouncing off the walls and rattling into your ears. Bile boiled in your stomach, twisting and turning uncomfortably.

After a beat, Tsukauchi spoke up gently, “We should go report this.”

With a deep breath, you lowered yourself from the table, nodding at his suggestion. Just when your thoughts were coming together, a commotion broke the air on the other side of the door. You furrowed your brow, wincing at the sudden rush of running and shouting that boomed from outside the interrogation room.

Before either of you could react, the door slammed open, an officer bursting through with bated breath. He lingered for a moment, eyes fearful as he tried catching his breath.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing the way his hands shook ever so slightly.

The officer opened his mouth, clamping it shut before trying again. When he spoke, a haunted look crawled up his face, “They’re gone.”

“Who’s gone?” Tsukauchi piped up, tucking both of your files under his arm.

Carefully, the officer spoke, “Everyone,” he gasped, “Every suspect, every single criminal brought into custody by you,” His eyes landed on you. “They’re all gone!”

Your heart sank, your tongue heavy in your mouth.

“There’s also a call from U.A. for you both,” The officer continued, barely taking in full breaths as he spoke. “They’ve had a security breach.”

You perked up, jaw dropping slightly. Without a second thought, you grabbed your things and rushed out of the room, Tsukauchi hot on your heels. “We have to go, now!” you shouted, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you ran.

The detective led you to his car, unlocking it and sliding into the driver’s seat as you dropped into his side. "Just our luck," he grumbled, flooring the gas pedal as soon as the car roared to life. "Our luckiest day yet." the detective said sarcastically.

As the car lurched through the road to the school, your mind reeled back to Toshi and the kids. And Aizawa. Silently, you prayed everyone was safe.

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