"Aizawa! Aizawa! Wake up~!" a voice boomed through the teacher's lounge.

The raven-haired man groaned, irritated from being awakened from his much-needed nap, fluttered his tired eyes, and yawned, before unzipping the zipper of his sleeping bag, which immediately released unpleasant odors.

"What was so urgent to have you wake me up?" he groaned.

"Jeez, do you ever wash that thing? Take it to the washer," the voice hero complained, pinching his nose in between his index finger and thumb, while his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his other hand swiping the air to clear the odor from his proximity.

"Shut up Hizashi. What the hell made you have to wake you up?" he grumbled, yawning and stretching out his arms, before crossing them over his baggy clothes again, practically burrowing his head in his 'scarf' in case his associate was going to ramble on for another hour.

"Look at this! Doesn't it remind you of someone?" he waved a packet of papers around. As the Erasure Hero's eyes adjusted from the exhaustion, he noticed it was a newspaper. Who even used paper newspapers anymore?

"What's so important from the news that I have to hear about? Another hero was injured in a pointless battle with another villain? Or another 'hot' model celebrity has risen from nowhere? Or did the scientists create another 'revolutionary' technology. Which one is it this time?"

"Surprisingly, none of those Shota! Look at this and tell me that this doesn't remind you of anyone!"

The dark-clothed hero sighed, before taking the papers, airing them so that they would be less bent over, and looking at the page.

Murder: Dangerous Quirk or Lethal Drugs?

A murder has recently been reported on Cardiac street, where three bodies laid. A group of criminals that were on the run from yesterday's attack on celebrity...

His eyes scanned past the identity of the criminals killed and onto their deaths.

Police investigation has reported all three of them had died from Tachycardia, each one dying only a few seconds after, the order being in Goya, Nakatomi, and Kuno. Considering they are all in their early 30s with no records of cardiac illnesses and showing signs of good health, along with the almost indistinguishable time difference in between their deaths, it would be implausible to assume this was a natural death. Police are suggesting that this could be an illegal drug or a quirk. We have no evidence of either one, but they are the most likely causes with anything else the media has come up with.

"Everybody is having some sort of argument! What do you think, Quirk or drug?! Some even think that this is just some deranged hero!" the other male yelled out.

"I don't care, I don't know, murder is murder, and that makes him no hero," he responded sharply, peeling his eyes off from the page, and shoving the stack in the Voice Hero's arms. "Thank you for wasting my time, now let me go back to fucking sleep and make me black coffee when the bell rings."

"Hey... doesn't it remind you of-"

Before the loud talker could finish, immediately the Erasure Hero's weapon wrapped around his limbs and mouth, the hero quickly constrained and tangled from the wrappings as the homeroom teacher glared at him with a lethal gaze, his hair defying gravity as it was propelled vertical, and his eyes ready to use his quirk. The bilingual teacher gulped, raising both his hands in surrounding the best he could that the bondage allowed him to.

"Don't mention her name," his voice sneering with venom and loathe echoed through the lounge. He pulled back the wrappings, and immediately it coiled around his neck again, forming its scarf-like structure again, his hair falling back to its usual place, settling comfortably on his face and draping down the sides of his hand.

Crouching down and crawling back into his sleeping bag, while the other had the rare occurrence of being in unceasing silence.

"I forgot that you held an incessant grudge against her since second year..."

"Wake me up if the bell doesn't, Yamada," the other male replied, drifting to sleep the instant he closed his eyes.

"Right..."

The three teachers laid around lazily in their break room, enjoying their lunch while striking up conversations about possibly anything. Well, two of them at least. The other sat quietly near them, not caring for their conversation. Lord knows he was the only same one that knew what was really necessary to negotiate with comrades.

He noticed that Hizashi was glaring at him cautiously as he whispered something to the R-Rated hero next to him, with her also glancing at him in the same way. They were most likely speaking to each other about his 'touchy subject,' he knew just from those looks- he never got the same ones unless it was about that. It wasn't something that they had to handle with great care, more of a greater annoyance that reflected on his worst mistake in the past.

Their looks shot at him from the two others told him that they were still talking about that topic. It annoyed him that they still had questions about it, even after fifteen years.

"If you have something to say, get it over with," he grumbled. "I already have an idea of what you're talking about."

Their eyes widened, and looked at each other falteringly with perturbing expressions etched on their faces as if they were about to go into a battle of life and death and weren't sure if they would come out alive.

The indigo-haired woman nodded first, following the voice hero after, settling on an agreement.

"We want to know what happened with-" Hizashi whispered fearfully, knowing of his wrath if he was to be ticked off in the wrong way.

"Like I'd tell you," he responded. "Next," he drew out the last word longer to emphasize his impatience.

"Shota! You can't just drop it! You've been avoiding this for a decade and a half. Man the fuck up and stop hiding us from the dark! Tell us what happened."

He glared at them dangerously, his pupils fading to red as an unsettling chill crawled up their spines from his menacing glare. "Tch. You're one to talk. It's been 15 years, shouldn't you be the one to 'man the fuck up.' Why are you still so engrossed into the past, hmm? It's clearly personal, why do you try barging into it?"

Tension rose between them, displeasing silence lodging in their proximity as they both seem to be indirectly confronting each other.

"Okay guys, break it, we don't need another fight. We aren't kids-" the yellow haired male tried to intervene, but was soon interrupted.

"She was our friend too! But then one day, you two end up ignoring each other, and we never got to see her again! Literally the day before, we would see her everyday and do the random shit we always did, together! But something happened between the two of you, and like the selfish bastard you are, you kept us from meeting her! She was your friend too, hell, you loved her, but ever since that day, it's like you regretted her fucking existence. You guys were together since you guys were like toddlers. So wake the fuck up, look around, and tell us what the fuck happened between you two!"

"Ask her yourself, Nemuri, if you're so concerned! But I'm not making the same mistake of befriending her again. Not ever." Whispering the last sentence quietly, like the air was so fragile that it could break, it was almost like he was battling with his own emotions when he said that.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Every time we approach this topic you're always so agitated. Even mentioning her name is like poison to you! Don't you think we deserve to understand, to at least get an explanation for the last fifteen years?"

The Erasure teacher opened his mouth to object but then the school bell rang through the building, signaling them that their lunch period was over. With a sigh, the raven-haired male packed his belongings, exchanging glances with the other two before heading to his next period of teaching.

"Shota! Shota! You're here! My hero!" the girl exclaimed, greeting her friend with a hug.

"I'm here to save the day!" the older boy cheered, throwing up his fist as he arrived at the doorstep of her house. "I'm here to save the day!"

"C'mon, c'mon! Mommy! Me and Sho will go to the back!"

From a nearby room came a gentle response of an "okay."

Giggles escaped the both of them as they went to the yard to play, playing as superheroes.

"Oh no, there's a villain on the loose! He's got me! What will you do~?" the girl cried, standing on the playground tower, only a few feet high from the ground.

It was a playground set, with many features to it. Very similar to those in parks, only smaller in size, it had a slide, a tower, and a staircase to lead to a bridge. It took up the majority of the playground, being a square connected to other shapes to make the set. The staircase attached to it on the side was made out of three small steps. The tower was just a rectangular prism, the square was the entrance to it, as it was attached to the doorway. Inside were more stairs, only leading to a few feet up, where there was a slide, surrounded by a short fence on all the other sides.

"Don't worry, I'll save you!" The boy rushed up the stairs, fighting off the imaginary villain by throwing his fists rapidly in their air, then rushing to the girl.

"My hero!" she yelled, lunging at the boy with a tight embrace, as he wrapped her arms around her back. "Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will! You're the prettiest and smartest girl ever!"

"Yay, yay, yay! Sho and me, happily ever after!" she cheered. They both shared laughs at each other, until they heard a yell from their fence.

"Hey! Hey! What are you guys playing!"

"Nemi! Zashi! How'd you get here?"

"What are you guys playing," the blonde questioned, struggling to stay over the fence that surrounded the playground.

"We're playing superheroes! Wanna join?"

The other girl answered. "Sure!"

Both of them climbed over the fence, which had been proven to be a struggle, being taller than their 7 year old bodies. Nonetheless, with the help of the two others, 'Zashi' and 'Nemi' had gotten over the fence.

"C'mon! Let's play!" the girl yelled enthusiastically, smiling with the most innocent and pure smile an angel could do.

"How revolting," the Erasure hero scowled at the sudden bringing of the memory, clutching his fist tightly as frustration boiled inside him, and then shaking his head to wipe out anymore of those horrid memories. Why now out of all times for those memories to be brought up?

That smile had fooled more than once.