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Shouta Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead, was a relatively young hero, but he liked to think he was fairly well versed when it came to disasters. Though he was primarily an underground hero, conducting his business in the shadows, Shouta was occasionally called in during the day to handle individuals who had lost control of their Quirks; His unique ability to temporarily erase them came in especially handy when situations required a more delicate deescalation.
But Shouta had never seen anything like this.
His throat tightened as he looked at the turmoil surrounding the scene. The world itself seemed to be being ripped apart at the seams. Everything from chunks of pavement to cars parked on the street were wrapped in an unearthly emerald glow, and drawn towards the epicenter of the disturbance. Shouta could hardly make out the tiny figure, cocooned in a brilliant white light and blazing iridescent flames, floating above the ruined apartment complex.
He slipped through the fences sectioning off the torn up section of road from the public and was immediately approached by an older police officer seemingly in charge of the site.
“Thank goodness you’re here, Eraserhead.”
“What do we know so far?” Shouta cut in as the winds picked around them.
“Other tenants of the building have identified the kid up there,” he said, gesturing in the direction of the blaze, “as Izuku Midoriya. He is seven years old and was thought to be Quirkless. He lives in apartment 417 with his parents Inko and Hisashi, their whereabouts are currently unknown. However, noise complaints from minutes before the disaster place them in the apartment — apparently it was quite the volatile household.”
Shouta nodded grimly, it was one of those cases.
“We are fortunate that you happened to be nearby. This is usually such a quiet area.” He hesitated, glancing downwards, “You’re the only pro hero on the scene. ETA of the nearest agency is at least ten minutes-”
“We don’t have ten minutes.” Shouta said flatly, “I’ll just take care of this myself.”
The officer’s eyes widened, “Are you sure? The cracks have rendered the structure unstable and the fire is concentrated in the apartment.”
Shouta, unbothered, put on the gold slotted goggles hanging around his neck. “Are all other tenants accounted for?”
“Yes, but-”
“I’m going in now.”
He surveyed the building, noting the leftmost stairwell seemed the least impacted by the bright, green waves of debris and sprinted towards its entrance. He began his ascent, and soon found himself at the top floor. Shouta was immediately unnerved by the overwhelming quiet. Making his way towards apartment 417, part of him couldn’t help but remain awestruck by this kid’s — Izuku’s — Quirk, but what could possibly have triggered such a violent manifestation? Before he could even consider the possibilities, he reached the center of the calamity.
Shouta’s stomach turned. The room was straight out of hell. Flames and wreckage swirled all around, but he was able to quickly assess the situation. He immediately zeroed on the charred, withered corpses — Inko and Hisashi — resting in a pool of boiling blood. Additionally, he saw shards of glass and noted the faint stench of alcohol. Something terrible had happened here.
Shifting his attention upwards, he was relieved to see he had Izuku within his sight and wasted no time activating his Quirk. The tempest halted instantaneously and the green flames turned a familiar orange; Izuku went limp and began to fall. Shouta rushed towards the center of the dying blaze just in time to catch him.
Holding the child in his arms as he ran down the stairs and out of the wreckage, Shouta carefully assessed his physical condition. To his dismay, he realized Izuku had been bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, but luckily the flow had effectively stopped — it must have been some type of Quirk overuse. More importantly, the boy’s breathing was regular, though he had bruising all over indicating a recent beating and severe burns on his hands, arms, and face. Shouta clenched his jaw as he thought of the carnage behind them.
The kid had a hell of a lot to wake up too.