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Aizawa Shouta was having a good day.
His new homeroom class wasn’t all idiots in it for the glory, Nezu’s personal student had graduated last year so there wasn’t the usual bone-deep terror, and he managed to get six hours of sleep before he went to see how much the limelights were failing at the ‘tell people heroics isn’t all fame’ part of their job. If his luck kept up, he would be able to get maybe an hour of sleep before his patrol.
Of course, whatever deity that exists had long decided that Shouta isn’t allowed to have good luck for long, as there a box had arrived during the school day on his porch in horrible neon green paper, addressed to him by his hero name.
Not a good sign.
Dialing Tsukauchi’s number, he waited for his best work friend to pick up.
“Yes Eraserhead?”
“Potential bomb, Small, Rectangular and contained in a box wrapped in neon green wrapping paper, I’ll be at the station in a few minutes, will a bomb diffusion squad be ready for my arrival?”
“A moment.” Tsukauchi replies, probably moving the phone away from the intercom so that he could call a bomb diffusion squad. “Bomb Diffusion, set up a room for a small rectangular bomb and wait for Eraserhead at the entrance.” After a slight pause, Tsukauchi probably picked up the phone to reply to Aizawa’s question. “Yes.”
Not wanting to waste the very valuable time that he has, Aizawa hung up. He picked up the box and was speed walking to the station.
He ignored the looks he got, because even in this super-powered world, it wouldn’t be normal to see a homeless-seeming man carry a bright green box at a fast pace.
Aizawa didn’t have to get far into the station before he was requested to hand over the box. He did so without complaint and they speed walked to the diffusion room, taking care to not jostle the package.
All Aizawa could do is sit in the police station and work on something while they dealt with the likely bomb.
…Which made him realize he didn’t bring anything to work on while he waits.
Great, at least he can stand here staring at nothing but the opposite wall.
It only took about 3 minutes before a very confused Tsukauchi in his long coat and an equally confused member of the bomb diffusion squad outfitted head to toe in blast protection gear come out and motion for him to follow, which he did.
Once he made it to the office, Tsukauchi got to the point. (Logical.)
“Do you know of someone who would send you a quirk-proof book of heroing advice?”
Eraserhead paused for a moment, thinking. If anyone other than the rat knew where he lived and had the eccentricities to send him a book of all things, then they would be terrifying.
“The rat wouldn’t bother mailing it to me, he would just drop it on my desk. I don’t know how I would know anyone else who would.”
Tsukauchi froze, also understanding the implications of Eraser’s answer.
The bomb diffusion squad agent decided to be the one who broke the tension, speaking in a voice that didn’t sound male or female. “The book outlined your quirk with potential theories, patrol route and a suggested way to change it so that it wasn’t predictable, costume analysis with notes on ways to improve it, analysis on combat style and exercises that could work to improve it, as well as weaknesses and how to make sure they didn’t affect you as much. It was scary to see that much information on one person in one book.”
Eraser froze. That amount of information that they had was probably enough to kill him. So why did they write recommendations on how to improve? Did they know something was coming up with a plan that could kill him or debilitate him? Then why didn’t they talk about that? Why send a book?
Eraser could see that Tsukauchi felt a similar sense of dread.
“Be extra careful tonight Eraserhead, maybe showing this to Nedzu in the morning might gain us more insight.”
Eraser walked out of the police station, holding the silly-looking book and wondering what he did to whatever deity to make them want to scare him half to death.
Little did he know that this was the first step for someone else to become a hero.