Chapter Two: I'll See You Around

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Y/N's POV: 

     I walked down the hall back to the office, principal Nezu was consulting Aizawa and my dad about the continuous villain attacks.

"Ah, there you are, Ms. Toshinori," principal Nezu smiled.

I waved, holding the folder on Nana Shimura, "Hello," I said quietly.  I sat down in a chair across from Nezu, sitting next to Aizawa.

Nezu cleared his throat, "So, our main concerns are the leak and Shigaraki who's supposedly related to Nana Shimura," he began, "F/N?  If I may have the folder," he asked as he held his paws out.

I handed him the folder and he opened it, skimming through quickly, "She had a son whom she put up for adoption, do we have any information on him?"  He asked.

I shook my head, "Just the public information on his job, immediate family, and that he died fifteen years ago in a tragic and mostly unknown accident with the rest of his family," I answered.

Aizawa spoke up, "Who were the others?"  He asked.

I nodded, "There was his wife, mother in law, father in law, and daughter in the accident," I answered.

"Did he have any other family members?"  Aizawa asked.

I opened the file that I had brought on him, "Biologically, he had a son, though there's next to nothing here aside from his birthday, otherwise, it's just a sister in law who had one daughter and adopted a little boy," I answered.

My father thought, "Is there a hospital listed?"  He asked.

I shook my head, "No, we have nothing on the son, aside from his family, birthday, and date of death," I answered.

Nezu raised an eyebrow, "Date of death?"  He asked.

I nodded, "It says that he died fifteen years ago, almost a week after the rest of the family, though it doesn't say how he died," I answered, looking at the page.

My father leaned back in his chair, "The adopted son, who is he?"  He asked.

I nodded, looking at the family tree, "His name is Kaido Tanaka, he moved to England three years ago in pursuit of his career as a historian," I answered.

Aizawa sighed, "Then we have to presume that All for One way lying," he groaned.

Nezu hopped up onto his desk, "Pardon, F/N, but I'd like to have a private conversation with these two, you're dismissed for the rest of the day, dear," he smiled.

I nodded and stood up, leaving the files and folders, "Of course, have a good rest of the day," I smiled as I left.

I walked down the hall, humming to myself.  I walked out to the front gates, sitting by a bench.  I shot my co-worker a text, asking her to pick me up since I drove here with my father and he had to go home but I had to go to the station so I could work on figuring out who the missing son was and get some estimates for what he might've looked like.

We lived right down from the school unlike the rest of the teachers who lived on campus.  Since I lived with him and didn't work for the school, he couldn't move me into the teachers' dorms so we got to stay in our house.

My co-worker shot me back a text saying that she couldn't, I sighed and stood up from the bench, "Guess I'm taking the bus," I mumbled to myself, though that was pretty normal for me.

I didn't make enough money, I was still paying off my debt to the college I went to in America, I couldn't afford to get my apartment so I was paying rent to my father since I didn't want to mooch off him, I didn't have enough to get a car so the bus to work since my co-worker had an 'on-call' job.

I left the school grounds and walked down the mountainside to the street, I proceeded to the bus stop and waited, sketching what he might've looked like off the top of my head, "Probably black hair, and he was a young boy so probably a bit rounder."  I thought while drawing.

"Hey, F/N," I heard a raspy voice say, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up and saw Tenko, his thin frame stood in front of me, dressed in a long black coat, his long and fluffy looking grey hair falling around his wrinkled eyes, his cracked and chapped lips were smiling, it was a small smile and looked a little strange, but it was a seemingly genuine smile none the less, "Oh, hey Shim-" I stopped, thinking, Shimura

He looked at me confused, "Are you okay?"  He asked, breaking me out of my thoughts, yet again.

I shook my head, "I'm fine, I just got lost in thought, sorry," I smiled.  "Quick and odd question: how old are you?"  I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, "I'm twenty," he answered, putting his now gloved hands in his pockets, they were black artists gloves and were pretty cool looking, to be honest.  His left hand only had with pinky and ring finger, so he had no exposed fingers on that hand.

"He's the age that the Shimura son would be," I thought.  "Alright, just checking," I smiled.

He sat next to me at the bus stop, "Why'd you ask?"  He questioned.

I shrugged, "You just reminded me of someone and I wanted to know," I smiled.  "Keep calm, if he was that Shigaraki criminal then he wouldn't have been in U.A.," I told myself, though I didn't know what Shigraki looked like since I had only heard of him and never saw him on the news myself, "it's probably just a coincidence, you've made this mistake before, don't jump to conclusions."

He nodded, "Why are you waiting at a bus stop?"  He asked.

I smiled at him, "I'm taking the bus back to work, I have to work on an older case," I answered.

He hummed, "What case?"  He asked as he sat next to me.

I took a deep breath, "Fifteen years ago, a family died of unknown circumstances, they didn't find the bodies, and one of the members of the family we know nothing about aside from that they were a member of the family.  I'm working on drawing the family," I smiled.  "What were you working on for your piece?"  I asked, calming down when looking at his red eyes that were strangely therapeutic to look at.

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his scarred neck, "Just a report comparing Endeavor's past five years to a few other heroes," he answered.

I nodded, "Is it fun being a journalist?"  I asked.

He shrugged, "It has its ups and downs, but it isn't my main work," he said.

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh?  What do you do then?"  I asked.

He chuckled sheepishly, "I work in philosophy and social science," he said.

I nodded, "That seems so fun!"  I smiled.

He shrugged, his face bright red, "Here, as a thank you for helping me," he said as he pulled out a pink crystal sculpture of a pomegranate that dangled off a rose gold necklace from his pocket.

I gasped, "Oh, isn't this extravagant for help?"  I asked.

He shrugged, "I thought that'd look good on you and I had it lying around," he said.  He leaned closer to me, moving to clip it around my neck, "Do you not like it?"  He asked, a concerned look on his face.

I shook my head, "No, this is beautiful," I smiled, "I just feel like it's so fancy, is there something I can do to pay you back?"  I asked as I held the pendant in my hand.

He shook his head softly, "No, there's no need to," he answered quietly.

The bus pulled up and I stood up from the bench, "I have to go now, it was nice meeting you," I smiled.

He waved and stayed seated, "Bye, F/N," he smiled, "I'll see you around."

I nodded and boarded the bus, holding the new pendant of the necklace in my hands as we drove off.

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