After the sports festival, Aizawa immediately went home, collecting his thoughts as he recalled his best friend's words and compared them to his thoughts. He bit his lip and sucked in air harshly, frustratingly turning the knob of the door to his apartment, entering the room, then slamming the door open. He grinded his teeth, his fists clenching together, as he immediately went for a shower. 

"This is what is holding you back!" 

His past wasn't holding him back. Even if it did, what did it hold back? It wasn't like it stopped from doing both jobs: a hero and a teacher. What could it possibly hold him back from? How could it hold him back? He didn't allow his past to bother him, he never showed that he was weakened or vulnerable from it. He didn't dwell on his past, he was just...

Tch, he was making excuses himself. He was an idiot when it came to himself. Aizawa cursed at himself. 

Deciding for a cold shower, he twisted the knob to the right, cold streams of water coming from the shower head. His body quivered under the coldness, but he was enjoying the numbness it brought, it seemed appropriate for what he was thinking. Taking a handful of men's shampoo, he ruffled his hair thoroughly with the liquid, foam and bubbles forming at the tips of his fingers, before he lurched his head back. As the cool sensation of the water ran through his thick and long hair, it rolled off his body comfortably from his body, much like a person's gentle touch or embrace. The numbness it gave, it was endearing to an extent, where his face remained the same scowl it always had as he paid no attention to what his mind was truly thinking of for the moment. Lord knows that his thoughts were always the ones that were triggering him the most. 

Reaching for the bar soap, he cleansed his body, rubbing his arms and sculpted chest with it, before running it over his stomach. He stopped when noticing the scar he had on his stomach, which was now just a small oval darker scar, with the middle of it a paler patch. He traced over it with his index finger, referring back to previous memories. 

Still that second was worth everything, as pain ripped through his entire body, it was hot and boiling inside of him, the intensity increasing every moment. Cloudiness filled the brim of his mind as he searched what exactly his thoughts were, other than pain, losing his sense of surroundings. A numbness swept over him, and his hand instinctively went to the source of pain, trailing down to his stomach, feeling a smooth cold surface sticking inside of him. He felt its thickness reach all the way to his behind, a cool sensation dripping down his lower back and stomach. 

He shivered from reimagining the pain it had caused, the USJ was traumatic enough. He could still feel the cold blood run down his body from the wound, and he could fill the beam's thickness sticking out of him, with more of his red liquid coursing down his skin. His eyes would bulge, shocked and agonized from the sheer excruation, and he dreadfully replayed having the sword, pierce his skin, and through and through his body. He was quite thankful to be alive, and even more thankful that he was healed much faster than any hospital he would have been able to go to. 

His thoughts flickered to the bringer of that torture he felt. That villain, she had really hurted him. More mentally than physically, but nonetheless, she was one of the only few that have managed to remove a chink in his armor, and stab him in more than just his stomach; his heart. He still wasn't sure why, but the masked villain still gave him unwanted memories of Y/N, and as he explored more on the reason why, it was most likely because they had the exact same quirks, it seemed to coincidental, but then again having the same quirk as her would be nearly impossible. It could be a relatively similar one, but it scared him to know what kind of quirk had abilities such as controlling the heart beats of a person. Perhaps they could control one's whole organ system? Or was it her odd behavior that reminded him of Y/N's heroic approach to things? Y/N was a hero-in-training, at least, that was what she was supposed to be in her second year, but she had quickly adapted the heroic thinking in her situations. Killing someone was morally wrong, whether an enemy or a villain or a criminal, killing someone only made you the villain, and of one of the highest. In a way, how that masked female hadn't killed both him or Bakugo, reminded him of that, but it seemed silly to compare the two of them. 

After all, one of them wasn't here with him.  

Maybe she just couldn't bother killing him and Bakugo, his thoughts finally said. Would it be too hard to do? He didn't know the factors of her quirk and what the drawbacks came with it, but there was a fair possibility that that could be a case. That concerned him, wondering would he still be alive if the two of them met again. 

When it came to villains, he would just beat them up and capture them, deliver them to the police or have the police arrest him. He didn't take time to dwell on villains he caught, it was nothing personal to him. If he sees crimes, he just stops them, and moves on. 

Yet something inside of him itched for him to stop the masked villain from doing any more harm. And it wasn't just wishing this villain was stopped, he was wishing that this villain was stopped by his hands, and he couldn't figure out why, but what he knew was that he wanted his capture weapon bound around that villain, and to have her mask removed to finally see the fucker's face. But the question lingered around him again, of why he was so interested in the villain. Maybe if he revealed this villain, he would finally be able to reveal why he kept thinking of her? 

He sighed and shook his head along with his irrational thinking, before continuing to finish his shower. Shutting off the water, he dressed his lower self properly, his upper half bare with just a damp towel around his neck with the ends of the white cloth resting on his broad shoulders. He was met with Coffee, the familiar and old cat that had always been with him. He petted the head of his pet companion gingerly, enjoying the purrs being emitted from the animal, before heading to the kitchen to feed the feline something to satisfy its hunger. 

Then, his phone rang. His ears perked up, and he reached for his phone. He glanced at the number, not recognizing it, but decided to accept the call, raising an eyebrow of what would meet him on the other side of his device. 

"Hello?"

There was a pause. "Hello? Is this Eraserhead?" 

His brows furrowed, his usual frown deepening. Who would be reaching the underground pro hero, Eraserhead? No one good, usually. "Yes, this is Eraserhead. Who is this?" 

"Wow, I would have expected the media-hating Eraserhead to have a deeper and gravelier voice. All jokings aside, this is Mr. Hirai Takashi." 

"Hirai Takashi, as in the company owner of the Takashi Supports Item Company?" his eyes widened at the mention of the caller's name. The Takashi Company was well known for being the best Support Item Company for the best pro heroes, he was well known for being one of the richest men in China because of this, his inventions for heroes selling high and on demand. Personal customizations for specific heroes had earned him the fortune he has now, and it was quite surprising that he gained more popularity and profits as a single company owner rather than what used to be a family owned company. The Takashi family was a well respected, rich family because of their company, but shortly after the tragedy of having all living members being murdered, only Hirai Takashi was left to run. He became successful, and even had it outgrew the most formerly most popular Supports Item Company. He was not just popular with the heroes, but as one of the richest men, he was also a very big donor to charities, whether to orphanages, or to cancer research programs, he was a well known celebrity trying to change their society for the better, and almost anybody who knew him admired and idolized him for that, civilian or not. 

"That would be me, Eraserhead! You know, you're a fabled myth, an underground hero that barely anybody knows about. I thought you didn't even exist until they broadcasted the USJ incident! My bad on that part, but it is an honour to meet you." 

"As to you, Mr. Takashi. So, what do I owe the pleasure to you?"  

"Ahh, yes, I'm sure you already know this already, but I am the biggest Support Item Company for the best and top heroes, Endeavor included. I wanted to apologize in advance for doing this without your permission, Eraserhead, but I was allowed by Mr. Power Loader that I could recreate your scarf. After the USJ incident, I was informed by him that your support item was completely destroyed. Mr. Power Loader has had the pleasure of fixing your goggles with a more sturdier and durable metal, while I had the fun with making your weapon! I called you to inform you of that, in case he hadn't told you yet. I do say, your scarf is such an innovative weapon, and I would love to meet the original maker some day."

"Mr. Takashi, I do appreciate the help, but why exactly have you thought of recreating my scarf? We have other support items creators to have helped us. And I'm not too fond of making changes to my weapon." 

"No worries about that! Your scarf will feel, look, and work the same way as it did before, the material will only be made out of harder material, but still maintains the same flexibility and control! And as for the question, underground heroes were always my favorite, so I have a little favoritism towards you. Heroes that only want to save others from crimes but don't live for the media, fame, or the earnings are the most noble heroes! Also, a friend asked to, but she wanted to stay anonymous. You're lucky to have a friend of mine be a fan of yours as well!" 

"Err... thank you for that Mr. Takashi. When shall I be receiving it?" Aizawa was honestly confused at this point, but he was grateful nonetheless. To be recognized by Hirai Takashi himself? Aizawa wasn't a prideful man, but this had given him more pride as a hero, having one of the most powerful men in society be a fan of his. 

"Somewhere along this week! I'm working in my main building, which is located in Tokyo! Shipping should get by soon enough in Musutafu City! I'm a busy man, as you do know that since it seems like you've done your research on me, so I will have to be going. See ya around Eraserhead!" 

Then the phone hung up. 

Aizawa was left confused and unsure of what to say or do, the man was much more different than what he imagined. His weapon was being recreated from one of the most innovative people on Earth, and it was definitely an achievement and a sign that you were to be respected as well, if you were to be recognized by a man like him. He settled the phone down, letting out a sigh of relief to know at least what time he'll be receiving his scarf. The scarf was always a part of him, whether he noticed it or not, but he was always reaching for a round the weapon before noticing that it was gone. 

This to say, has become an interesting twist to his formerly tiring and irritating day. 

A/N: SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN.