Sansa doesn't end his call with a curt good DAY to you, sir, because he's talking to number one hero All Might and also on duty, but he wants to. He also feels like reinacting one of those dramatic ripping-hair-out scenes but luckily by virtue of having fur and not hair, he cannot. Instead he must sit in his chair and try his best not to scream.

This case is driving him insane.

Sansa usually deals with cases that involve scared kids in bad homes. Vigilantes aren't really his thing. But the precinct is always stretched thin, and vigilante cases add a little more to his paychecks, so he accepted the Starry Smile one without much fuss. He told himself that it couldn't be that much trouble. Vigilantes usually don't last very long.

He regrets taking this case. He regrets it so much.

Starry Smile, as Sansa has informed the heroes also working on this case, does not have a schedule. This week is the one consistent thing they've been able to pin down. This week, the anniversary of both the time Inko and Izuku Midoriya died, and a year later, when Starry Smile captured Hisashi Midoriya. Sansa can hardly begin to guess what emotional ties Starry might have to this week. It's not all that important in the long run, anyhow.

What is important is that this week is when they have the highest chance of spotting and capturing him.

Spotting him they've got down—there have been plenty of civilian statements in the last few days. They track him up and down the city—and sometimes out of it—yet none of the heroes he has on the case has seen hide nor hair of him.

And now Tsukauchi has called him for an on-the-phone statement from motherfucking All Might because motherfucking All Might saw Starry. Sansa can't even be annoyed that All Might insisted on a phone statement instead of coming to the station in person. He finally has a general description to run beyond Starry's outfit, skin color, and vague height.

The general description is of a kid, or course, but that just means that he and the heroes need to capture Starry even faster. They'll never keep this kid from hurting himself if they can't even catch a glimpse of him.

Sansa is in the middle of editing the heroes' vigilante reports on Starry when someone knocks on his door. Eraserhead opens the door without waiting for an answer, shuffling in and looking dead on his feet.

"They told me I had to come in for a new copy of that hideout list." Eraserhead grunts. He reaches one of the chairs that are set up in front of Sansa's desk and eyes it. After a second he shakes his head, obviously deciding to just stand for the duration of this little meeting.

"Oh right, someone mentioned that." Sansa answers, clicking open his files to print off a new copy. "Not sure why you want it though. You don't like this case anyway."

Eraserhead just shrugs.

"If I'm going to be called in everytime the kid so much as sneezes, I might as well keep up to date."

Sansa hums in response, watching the paper print. It's a logical reason. Eraserhead is known for those, after all. Sansa pulls the list out of the printer as soon as possible and holds it out over the desk.

"You know, they might not call you in anymore. You aren't the only hero that's seen him now." He comments as Eraserhead takes it. "I got an on-phone statement from All Might."

The paper crinkles ever so slightly where Eraserhead holds it, and only Sansa's inhuman eyesight lets him catch the faint wrinkling of Eraserhead's nose at the name. It figures that an underground like him wouldn't like the overall flashy-ness of All Might.

"We have a better description and a possible name now." Sansa continues instead of asking about Eraserhead's scowl. "Starry called himself Mikumo. It's probably an alias but it won't hurt to look into it, you know?"

Eraserhead grunts again, seemingly in agreement, as he looks over the list. Sansa quietly goes back to editing Starry's profile while Eraserhead reads.

Dark curly hair that "seems as if it hadn't been brushed or trimmed in ages." Seems to be young, possibly between the ages of 11 and 17.

"How old did he look?" Eraserhead pipes up after a bit. Sansa looks up to find him seated in the chair, staring back at him. "I always said he looked too short and tiny to be that old."

"Closest idea we have is that he might be around 13." Sansa says. Eraserhead's scowl deepens a bit, which has Sansa nodding in agreement. "Way too young to be doing this stuff. Hopefully we can get him in sooner than later."

"Right." Eraserhead stands again, tucking the folded list into a pocket in his black hero suit. "Until next brief."

"See you."

Eraserhead opens the office door just as a younger officer is about to barge in. The officer barely stops themself before running into him. They're redfaced and panting like they've run from down the block, and they barely glance at Eraserhead. Instead they duck around him to face Sansa. It takes him a second to place them as a newer recruit, Officer Riley Griffin.

"Sansa, there's," They pause to take a deep gulp of breath. Sansa exchanges concerned glances with Eraserhead while they collect themself. When they continue, it is with a grave face. "There's a new Starry sighting. By a hero."

"What? Already?" Sansa questions, already standing to grab his coat. "Who, where, how?"

"In some alleys next to a commercial area." Griffin hurries to explain. "But sir. The hero—it was Endeavor, sir."

Both Sansa and Eraserhead still immediately. Endeavor is the second top hero for a reason, but that position comes with an extraordinary amount of injury and damage to his surroundings. Endeavor is a hero focused on bringing villains down no matter what. If that focus extends to vigilantes, then...

He motions for Griffin to continue.

"Endeavor roasted him alive, sir." They say without preamble. "No one can find him to administer first aid."

Sansa swears vehemently on his way out the door.