The Psychic Hero: Redux (MHA x Male Reader)

Chapter 7: The Third Degree

Word Count: 9,160

Average Reading Time: 45 minutes

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I: Reconciliation

Aizawa crouches over the edge of the tallest high rise building in the city. The Hero Association echoed intel into his ear about Yato Nashu, the powerful psychic villain that escaped prison recently, and requested he and another hero investigate a possible hideout of his located near U.A., an abandoned underground nightclub named Tech Noir. The club was the epicenter of a villain attack a few months ago. A villain shot up the place while on the hunt for a woman he was after. A vigilante, acting against Hero Association law, fought back and left the club in ruins. It has been collecting dust ever since. Prime real estate for a hideout.

Aizawa hears an old friend walking up the fire escape to meet him for the ambush. Her clacking heels and overwhelming scent of hairspray gives her away long before her curly hair emerges over the brick walls of the building.

Aizawa: About time you showed up. I thought you'd be here before me, given the target.

Phoebe leans over the side of the building next to Aizawa.

Phoebe: I had some errands to run. The Hero Association believes he's in Tech Noir, but they aren't sure. It's rumor. Not fact. I don't have to tell you how reliable rumor is versus fact.

Aizawa: Still, you were never this late to an assigned case when we worked together. It's not like you.

Phoebe: What do you know about me?

Aizawa stays silent.

Phoebe: That's what I thought. Besides, we were told to raid the place after sundown. It's a quarter till. I'm early, all things considered.

Aizawa: Did you do any recon?

Phoebe: I looked into the history of the club. Real interesting stuff. But I didn't scope it out, no.

Aizawa scoffs.

Phoebe: What's your problem? I came up here ready to start things on a blank slate. I agreed to work with you on this case because I know you're a levelheaded man, but right now, you're acting like a schoolgirl that's getting pissy because her friend didn't sit with her at lunch.

Aizawa: My problem is that you showed up unannounced. You never called. No letter. No sorry. No face-to-face contact. No acknowledgement of what we had, Phoebe. To the students, we're an old flame. To me, we're an open book you turned your back on. You pop up out of the blue after years of silence!

Aizawa raising his voice his new to Phoebe. He's letting his emotions take control. Phoebe gives into her years of built-up feelings and lets loose in retaliation.

Phoebe: Well maybe I didn't call because I felt you didn't care! Maybe I tried to tell you I was eating myself up inside and you weren't listening! My god, Shota! I was out of my mind after all that shit at Kensaki went down! What did you do to help, huh?! What did you do after my explosion?! You just shook your head and gave me bullshit like, 'it wasn't your fault.' Or, 'you did your best.' I hurt innocent citizens, Shota-