Note: Readers are aged up to about 23-28. The story will take place while Aizawa is still working as a hero before he becomes a teacher at UA.

Enjoy. :D

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I don't even remember how I got here.

I was supposed to see it. I was supposed to predict it!

You shifted ever so slightly, body curling in an attempt to make the extremely uncomfortable position a bit more bearable.

It's my fucking quirk! So why-?!

"I said, Don't. Move." The man repeated, the bonds around your wrists straining even more. He had you pinned, knee pressed against your back as you were rendered chest down against the concrete.

Dammit all! It wasn't supposed to end like this!

"I see them!" A distant voice called out from the edge of the building. "He caught her! Eraserhead caught her!"

I CANNOT get caught.

I was ordered not to get caught!

Another futile tug escaped your body. You yanked against the tough fabric binds, interest briefly piqued by how strong it was.

"Stop resisting. You're caught, it's over." He growled down at you.

But you didn't listen to his commands. Perhaps you thought you could overpower him. But from his advantageous position, it was nearly impossible despite how strong you may be. The struggling continued, mind racing as you counted down the moments before the police arrived as well. There was sheer panic behind your quick, shortened breaths.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said, voice toning down. "Relax and come quietly."

You said nothing, teeth only grinding against each other in remorse.

"Eraser!" An officer called out. "Are you injured?!"

"Nothing serious. She managed to land a punch or two." He calmly responded. A few officers had arrived beside the two of you.

"I see. Then you can leave the rest to us. Good work." The officer leaned down into his radio and spouted off a few orders that your mind was much too preoccupied to follow.

This is it...

You turned your face to the side, looking up at the man who had captured you. Part of you wanted to search his eyes for answers but it as to no avail as they were protected by a pair of yellow goggles.

Eraserhead.

It was... familiar.

There was a glaze over your eyes, but that's it. You wouldn't cry. Not in front of him. The police officers gathered to yank you off the ground. Your head hung low, mind spacey even as the commanding officer gave his spiel about your basic human rights.

It's irrelevant. It doesn't matter what you say.

You only lifted your head to glare at Eraserhead. He pulled his goggles up and rested them against them atop his head, eyebrow raised.

"Wait a second." He said to the officers. They paused after placing the cuffs over your wrists, glancing up at the hero. "What's your name?"

He was talking to you now. In your mind, there was no point in answering. The roles had been established. You were enemies. Why would he give a shit about what your name was?

At that moment, your lips glued shut tighter than previously. The only answer he received was your eyes narrowing in defiance.

"You're not going to answer?" He questioned. More silence. "So be it."

With that, the police lead you out of the building towards a car. Your head was pushed down further to allow you to slip into it. No a word was uttered the whole time, your eyes locked on the floor. Eraserhead approached the group of officers that remained outside the vehicle.

"What's going to happen to her?" He asked.

"Well, she'll be questioned about who she works for and what her motivation is. Standard stuff." The officer responded, flipping through a few notes. "She's refused to say a word this whole time, but hopefully we can change that with a bit of persuasion."

"What kind of persuasion?"

The officer paused. He turned up to squint at the hero curiosity.

"Eraserhead, you seem oddly concerned about a criminal." He huffed.

"We've been tracking her for months. The situation is just delicate." The hero replied.

"Come to the station with us then. You've been closely following this case too. Perhaps you can provide some valuable insight."

Eraserhead looked through the window of the cop car one more time.

"Alright."

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"Dammit, why won't you talk already!" The cop smacked his hands against the table in an attempt of intimidation. You didn't move, not even a twitch. "Who sent you? Who do you work for?! Not saying anything is only going to put you in a worse position..."

I know that. I'm not stupid, stupid.

The room was cold and empty. There was a long window along a single wall to allow spectators to look in. But you couldn't see out. Only your reflection appeared in it along with that of a lone table and an angry cop.

"PAY ATTENTION!" He commanded, voice now escalating. Of course he was frustrated. You hadn't spoken a single word since your capture. The elusive pray had been captured but there was no reward.

Your mind was preoccupied with possible strategies of escape. How many people were behind that wall? Did the cop have a quirk? You could feel their pressure; the anger of the cop, the eyes from the other side of the glass. But there were still too many questions.

And if you spoke, you were as good as dead.

"We're not getting anywhere like this..." The officer groaned.

"Take a break." A voice called over the intercom.

With that, the cop exited the room. You sat silently in your seat, eyes cast down at the floor. You straightened up and pulled against the handcuffs behind your back.

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"She won't say anything." The officer scoffed, back pressed against the wall and arms crossed. "We've been at this for an hour, perhaps we should try physical interrogation."

"We will do no such thing." The head officer retorted. "She's not responsible for any known, heinous crimes."

"It could also deter her further. She's the only person from this organization we've been able to catch, and you've been tracking them for years now." Eraserhead added.

"Then how do you suggest we get her to talk Eraser?" The first cop groaned.

The hero remained quiet. Truthfully, he didn't really know the best way to go about this. But Eraserhead was sure there was something about you that felt familiar, he just wasn't sure what it was exactly. And that was all they had at the moment.

"Give me a few minutes with her." He finally said.

"What good would that do?" The commanding officer scoffed.

"I'm not sure, but it's not like you have a better idea."

The cop was a bit insulted but complied with the request. There wasn't much harm in it.

Eraserhead entered the interrogation room. The sudden clicking of the door made you glance up briefly, gaze quickly returning to the table. He stood against the wall across from you in silence.

What's his deal? What the hell does he want?

It was eerily quiet. You could only hear the racing sound of your heartbeat.

Dammit, if it weren't for him, I would have gotten away!

It beat at your head, the pounding becoming exhausted and nauseating. You could feel him looking at you, but you couldn't feel the anger or malicious intent that had been so prominent in the cop.

It confused you.

But you couldn't risk being deceived. You had to assume the worst.

Eraserhead...

You lifted your eyes to meet his.

We are, without a doubt, enemies.