Logical ruse

Aizawa had a small list of those close to him, well those who were not family. He never got close to many, being a hero was dangerous work. However, sense he had known her he found out that Cynthia was a bright young woman a great hero in the works.

This aciddent that had befalling on the lone wolf like hero was a mysterious one. How long would it last? What would the effects be?

Aizawa breathed in softly, his young appearance was refreshing in a way. Smooth face lacking his scruff and no dark bags under his dark eyes. As he slept he seemed at peace.

Cynthia sighed and paced the room. Struggling to piece this all together, it was so strange. She made sure any wound he had was treated and wrapped up. She looked him over, blushing softly.

A mix of frustration and attraction. She shook her head, making sure she listed the proper questions to ask when he woke up. All she an tell right now, he has been deaged. But why? By whom?

Should she at least tell someone?

He was unconscious but was sleeping quite well, he turned his head. He was silent in his sleep as he was when awake, the evened breathing told he was sleeping with ease.

He was shaking a bit as if he was shiver, a hour had ticked by, more movements.

Sitting up he held his head in his hands, he felt to dizzy to move much. "Cynthia... What time is it?"

Text {~} Aizawa. 'Cynthia, I am trusting you with a task. Don't tell anyone. Meet me at Takoyaki super house.' @erasexhead

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) Huh? Oh, uh, ok.

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) On my way.

Cynthia felt a bit afraid about this. Why only her? Was he in trouble? Was SHE in trouble? She left her home, wearing short-shorts, off-the shoulder purple shirt and her hair in a ponytail.

Going over to the location that her teacher specified.

@erasexhead

This aciddent that had befalling on the lone wolf like hero was a mysterious one. How long would it last? What would the effects be?

Aizawa breathed in softly, his young appearance was refreshing in a way. Smooth face lacking his scruff and no dark bags under his dark eyes. As he slept he seemed at peace.

Sleep.

Text {~} Aizawa. 'Cynthia, I am trusting you with a task. Don't tell anyone. Meet me at Takoyaki super house.' @erasexhead

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) Huh? Oh, uh, ok.

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) On my way.

Cynthia felt a bit afraid about this. Why only her? Was he in trouble? Was SHE in trouble? She left her home, wearing short-shorts, off-the shoulder purple shirt and her hair in a ponytail.

Going over to the location that her teacher specified.

@erasexhead

A hooded figure dropped down from a building ledge and stalked close. His wounds evident, he stopped. Swaying in place he crumpled to the ground like a dying Lilly, his scarf covered in blood.

The face however was not of the thirty year old man whom was her teacher. It was him but his face was so much younger, he was close to the age of a second year.

She blinked and squinted a bit as she sensed a presence. Then caught the scent of blood , turning around. She gave a soft gasp and rushed over to him. “U-uh…what..” she muttered.

“Mr. Aizawa? ” she blinked, " God not again..“. She took a deep breath and lifted him in her arms.

“Don’t… To my place… Can’t see me like this..” he was out of it, he seemed to have been beaten pretty bad. He was lighter and his hair was shorter. He opened his eyes and looked to her. “trust… You..”

“Y-your place?” She blinked, biting her bottom lip. She glanced around and then began to rush over to Aizawas. “Christ, what happened?” She asked, looking upon his face. Her heart was racing wildly in her chest.

How did this happen? Why did it?

He closed his eyes and shifted in her arms he was breathing was quickened. He was in pain but he didn't want help all he wanted was to go home. He was bleeding still, however he managed to give his address to the other before passing out completely.

He was out, his eyes closed and his breathing calmed, whatever had happened left him with a fresh face of a 16 year old.

Text {~} Aizawa. 'Cynthia, I am trusting you with a task. Don't tell anyone. Meet me at Takoyaki super house.' @erasexhead

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) Huh? Oh, uh, ok.

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) On my way.

Cynthia felt a bit afraid about this. Why only her? Was he in trouble? Was SHE in trouble? She left her home, wearing short-shorts, off-the shoulder purple shirt and her hair in a ponytail.

Going over to the location that her teacher specified.

@erasexhead

A hooded figure dropped down from a building ledge and stalked close. His wounds evident, he stopped. Swaying in place he crumpled to the ground like a dying Lilly, his scarf covered in blood.

The face however was not of the thirty year old man whom was her teacher. It was him but his face was so much younger, he was close to the age of a second year.

She blinked and squinted a bit as she sensed a presence. Then caught the scent of blood , turning around. She gave a soft gasp and rushed over to him. “U-uh…what..” she muttered.

“Mr. Aizawa? ” she blinked, " God not again..“. She took a deep breath and lifted him in her arms.

#Yes he is going to call you xD

"Don't... To my place... Can't see me like this.." he was out of it, he seemed to have been beaten pretty bad. He was lighter and his hair was shorter. He opened his eyes and looked to her. "trust... You.."

Text {~} Aizawa. 'Cynthia, I am trusting you with a task. Don't tell anyone. Meet me at Takoyaki super house.' @erasexhead

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) Huh? Oh, uh, ok.

(Text: Aizawa-Sensei) On my way.

Cynthia felt a bit afraid about this. Why only her? Was he in trouble? Was SHE in trouble? She left her home, wearing short-shorts, off-the shoulder purple shirt and her hair in a ponytail.

Going over to the location that her teacher specified.

@erasexhead

A hooded figure dropped down from a building ledge and stalked close. His wounds evident, he stopped. Swaying in place he crumpled to the ground like a dying Lilly, his scarf covered in blood.

The face however was not of the thirty year old man whom was her teacher. It was him but his face was so much younger, he was close to the age of a second year.

#I had to #XD

startshxtwithme

What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse?

"Mr..Aizawa? How are you feeling?"

He looked up rubbing his temples. He was in pain still but had taken his migraine medicine, right now he was in a darkened room. “I am fine, but ashamed it happened. Hizashi told me how you worried so much, I am sorry that I did that in front of you.”

She gave a weak smile , furrowing her brows. Slowly approaching her teacher , hands placed on her chest. “Well, you did give me quite the scare. But I think it was better that I was there. It might have turned out worse if I wasn’t. ” she stated, rubbing the bak of her neck.

"Well,I was lectured by three people and forced on a day off." he said he removed the rag on his eyes and set up to look at her, around his eyes were red his eyes tearing up because of the migraine.

"Mr..Aizawa? How are you feeling?"

He looked up rubbing his temples. He was in pain still but had taken his migraine medicine, right now he was in a darkened room. "I am fine, but ashamed it happened. Hizashi told me how you worried so much, I am sorry that I did that in front of you."

rppanda

Send 🔄 + a Gender to encounter my Muse like that for an entire thread!

erasexhead:

“You just made one of the weakest excuses I have heard in a long while. I have colleagues who are American, now give me one that isn’t pathetic and screaming for me to give you a pat on your head.”

His voice was down right cold, “I don’t take sidekicks,” it was as if this man was a solid block of ice (emotionally speaking).

“You are twenty four and have never give thought to going to a career center?” his shook his head. His hands still in his pockets, “I cannot believe I was sent to bring you back to UA, you are more on the lines of being a case given to All Might.”

Sadie’s eyes narrowed, focusing on her wrist as her smile faded.

She was definitely not getting out of this one. She kept trying to think of a plan but they all ended with failure.

“I… Can’t go to a career center….” she shrugged. “Not to mention theres not really a point to these days… Even if I got a job…it wouldn’t be the same as-”

“Wait… Bring me back to UA?” her eyes widened at that. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Her gears started going, trying to piece a puzzle in her mind, trying to figure out what he was trying to do, what he meant by that.

“No.. No fucking way!” she growled then, looking up into his gaze. “I’m not going back there, and you can’t make me!”

He used his scarf once more Tying her wrists. "we can do this the easy way or the hard way and believe me... You don't want to do the hard way." most rumors and stories of Eraserhead spread about the underground was he was not all the other heros. One suggestion was he was like fighting a villain in heros clothing.

erasexhead:

He dropped her and watched her the purse on his person. “You are in good health, mentally seem to be all there. Physically you are not broken, you have a quirk and yet you have not gotten a job?”

“how old are you?” he asked voice never changed, it was as if he was almost emotionless.

Sadie’s eyes narrowed, sweat dripping down her brow. She was anxious but kept her cool.

“Twenty four….. And I haven’t gotten a job because no one wants to hire an American….” she rubbed her wrist now that she was free, still sitting on the ground in front of him.

She wasn’t about to tell him she was an illegal. She had heard about the notorious Eraserhead, considering he was the talk amongst thieves and vigilantes. And he was a by the book kind of guy….

“Tch, Whats it to you? Looking for a shitty little sidekick for your operations? Your supposed to be the lone wolf type right? Or are you getting your kicks off by tying up people.” she smirked.

#( I am so sorry he is a blunt man)

"You just made one of the weakest excuses I have heard in a long while. I have colleagues who are American, now give me one that isn't pathetic and screaming for me to give you a pat on your head."

His voice was down right cold, "I don't take sidekicks," it was as if this man was a solid block of ice (emotionally speaking).

"You are twenty four and have never give thought to going to a career center?" his shook his head. His hands still in his pockets, "I cannot believe I was sent to bring you back to UA, you are more on the lines of being a case given to All Might."

@erasexhead continued from here

“My associates are handling them, you stole from a woman. It is still a crime no matter how you look at it.” he used his scarf to catch her up and his hair fell his eyes were hidden but it was easy to see his eyes were narrowed.

“So what is your excuse? It better be good.”

Sadie winced, feeling her leg get wrapped up, along with one of her arms.

The sense of panic coming over her, but she swallowed hard to try and contain herself. At least Hero training taught her to remain calm.

“And what if my excuse ain’t?” she asked, only to recieve another hard look at him.

She bit her lip, taking in a shuddered breathe. A sigh escapes her as she looks away from him, letting go of the purse. “I needed the money…. I haven’t had anything to eat in two days….”

He dropped her and watched her the purse on his person. "You are in good health, mentally seem to be all there. Physically you are not broken, you have a quirk and yet you have not gotten a job?"

"how old are you?" he asked voice never changed, it was as if he was almost emotionless.

"No you don't." - @erasexhead

@erasexhead

“Shit, Shit, Shit.” She held someone’s purse tight to her person as she ran. Using her quirk the best she could to run as fast as she could.

But before she knew it she was tripping over her self, the strength zapped away by the pursuiter’s quirk.

She fell onto the ground, gripping the purse tight. Wincing at the scrapped knee she had then. “Damn…” Her eyes raised to see the Pro approaching her, feeling her heart skip a beat.

She didn’t wanna go to jail, she didn’t want to be shipped back to America.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the man’s face, only to start crawling backwards away from him.

“Don’t you have a bigger villain to find?”

"My associates are handling them, you stole from a woman. It is still a crime no matter how you look at it." he used his scarf to catch her up and his hair fell his eyes were hidden but it was easy to see his eyes were narrowed.

"So what is your excuse? It better be good."

"Mr. Aizawa? What age did you discover your quirk?"

“I was five, and visiting my aunt for the summer. We were at some flower festival and a villain tried to still my aunts purse using his quirk and it just happened. My mother was in shock at first but that is when some pros came in to handle it. I was.. They told me I was hero material because even as a child I reacted and helped.” he shrugged. “ it also began my eternity of dry eye. ”

He was motionless, this was no fever but a migraine that had past a limit. His phone buzzed and a picture of mic appeared, and then another. The ‘where you at shouta’ turned to many frownies.

Cynthia grabbed the phone , texting as fast as she could. ‘This is Cynthia Luvington, Mr. Aizawa is passed out and looks really clamy! Idk if I should call ambulance due to security in the building. WHAT DO I DO!?!?’.

She felt the tears weld up in her eyes, panicking. She didnt want him to die.

Present Mic came in soon after, “Well well, someone hasn’t been taking his migraine medicine.” he leaned down picking up the unconscious male and looked to Cynthia.

“please be a doll and open the door, hold the applause until after I rescue this damsel.” he was playing cool and gave the girl a wink.

The brunette looked up at him and watched the pro-hero. She ran to hold the door open, the tears run down her cheeks. “Is-is he gonna b-be ok-ok M-Mr. Mic? ” she asked, clutching her tie tight.