●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|5| I Didn't Want To Hurt Anybody

What caught his attention was the man who looked to be twenty to thirty, with brown hair and yellow eyes, face morphed into pain and horror, pale as a pure white moon. The one who committed all those petty theft crimes. He was absolutely covered in his own blood, dripping down from his forehead, chest, arms, everywhere. In some places, the skin was torn up and raw skin was exposed, some places reaching deeper. There were clumps of sticky blood clinging to his right hand, which was only a few inches away from a gun holster.

The boy looked up at the underground hero and fear was evident in his eyes. Tears were dripping down from his eyes, yet the creases around his eyes gave an implication that he was smiling. "Eraserhead, right? Almost thought you were some hungover hobo." The boy giggled. Aizawa's expression hardened. "This isn't a joke, kid. I don't know what you're doing in a store at nearly five in the morning, neither do I care. What I do care about is why you just attempted murder." The short boy's eyes widened and his eyes darted to the bloodied man on the floor in front of him.

"I.... I wasn't trying to kill him. I just- he tried to- I needed the stuff- I didn't want to hurt anyone! I didn't realize I hurt him so badly...." Aizawa realized that the boy was no longer smiling, even if the mask blocked the view of his mouth. His eyes were waterfalls by this point, and he was shaking. "Kid." Aizawa took another step towards the boy, and reached out his hand. The kid had clearly been provoked, and where Aizawa would've showed more indifference, having his class had made him a lot more compassionate to kids like that, although he'd never admit it. The boy backed up before dodging to the right, shooting past Aizawa. The hero immediately flung out his capture weapon to grab him, but the boy dodged, as if he knew what the weapon could do, and how Eraser would use it.

As the boy shot past, Aizawa swore he caught a shimmer of a dull toxic green eye, that looked as if it might have once been a bright emerald. He quickly gave chase to the boy, but by the time he got outside the bloodied child was gone. The only sign of him was a short shock of green lightning trailing off a rofftop. Aizawa quickly called the police. They either had a new vigilante, potential villain, or a serious case of traumatization.

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It was probably a miracle the injured criminal survived. He had been rushed to the hospital and now Aizawa and Tsukauchi were standing next to the hospital cot for answers. Naomasa looked down at his notebook before his gaze turned back to the handcuffed criminal. "So. Did his voice change or sound any different from Eraserhead's discription? And did he sport any weapons other than a bat?" The criminal shook his head. The man was obviously shaking, and while Aizawa might have found it funny a grown man was scared of a five foot teenager, he had also seen the kid. Not a laughing matter.

"The little demon didn't even say anything. If I didn't hear him mumblin' I'd assume he was mute. The brat only had a bat, dunno how he did all this." The criminal gestured to his wounds. "But the weapon has glass in it, probanly how he broke the weapon. Naomasa jotted down a few things in his notebook. "Alright then. His appearance? Hair, eyes, clothes?" The criminal shrugged. "Was, too dark, but I saw some black in his hair. His hood was up though. Didn't see his eyes neither, but his hoodie was light blue. He had a black mask. He already had some blood on him."

"Did you hear anything before he saw you?" This peaked Aizawa's intrest and he focused his gaze on the yellow eyed man. "Somethin' about 'taking things too far' when he was behind the counter. Probably his first time robbin' anyone. Crying and crap." Tsukauchi nodded and jotted down some more notes. "Did you do or say anything to provoke him to attack, and was there any quirk usage?" Once again, the man shrugged. "Didn't see no quirk. Probably so no one would be able to find out who he was."