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Tsukauchi had asked Aizawa to meet with him at the police station. Usually, it was Aizawa offering to get him coffee (Tsukauchi would still be paying for his of course) and saying he would be heading in for questioning, paperwork, or turning in villains. Situations like this always meant Eraserhead would have to do more paperwork.
Aizawa entered the station in a simple white T and cargo shorts with his hair in a bun, getting a few odd looks from officers who only saw him on the clock. It was embarrassing, but he couldn’t be bothered to get into uniform. It was his day off! It was his last week off before the first years ruined his sleep schedule. One of those students seemingly had severe anger issues.
He walks into Tsukauchi’s office where the detective awkwardly slides him a warm cup of coffee, black, Aizawa’s favorite.
“Sorry for calling you so early,” he called at 11:00 A.M. which is still early for Aizawa. “But I know you're the best person for this vigilante to talk to.”
Tsukauchi tends to get ahead of himself when talking about a case. “So it’s a vigilante that you don’t want in custody.” Eraserhead is very lenient with vigilantes in most circumstances. He can’t even count on his hands how many college students he has talked out of vigilantism. However, this could have waited till night, or this meeting could have been condensed to a phone call.
Aizawa sips his coffee as Tsukauchi pulls out and opens a folder as he chuckles. He has worked with Eraserhead ever since he graduated from U.A. and Aizawa has only gotten better at reading people. Well, you should be if you want to be an underground hero. “The vigilante is a kid.” Aizawa looks Tsukauchi in the eye and puts his coffee down. “Or, at least that’s what we think.”
The detective hands Aizawa pictures of the vigilante. “He is short, about 155 centimeters (5’ 2”), but he fights low to the ground so it’s only a rough estimate, we think he’s 12 to 14. He’s been on the scene for about,” Tsukauchi checks his notes. “Nine Months, but we only just got footage of him.”
Aizawa looks through the photos, they’re poor quality and are black and white (that’s what you get for using security camera footage), but he can clearly make out this vigilante.
The first photo shows him simply walking on the sidewalk. The vigilante is most definitely a kid. Even with the perspective of the photo, this kid is short, fitting the 155-centimeter estimate. He’s wearing a cloth mask with a sloppily drawn spider web design on it. He appears to be wearing a white T saying “SHIRT” and a simple, zip-up jacket. He is also wearing what seems like, Aizawa looks closer, Jeans? That’s very impractical. Notes on the photo state his costume in all green except for large red shoes.
The second photo shows. Aizawa looks toward Tsukauchi to which he just shrugs. The detective knows which picture he’s looking at. It features the (probably 155cm, probably 13-year-old) kid lifting up an overflowing dumpster during a fight with a knife-handed villain. He seems to be trying to make an opening for a civilian who is in the process of running away. Most strength quirks need at least a little muscle to work off of, so seeing this skinny kid (seemingly) easily handle a dumpster is notable.
The third and final photo features the kid climbing a building. Aizawa looks closer and it appears he isn’t latching on to anything, he’s sticking to the wall. Aizawa isn’t fazed as much by this photo, he’s seen weirder. He hands back the photos.
“Spider quirk I’m assuming?” Aizawa queries as he grabs his coffee, still warm much to his delight. “It would fit his motif.”
Tsukauchi sighs. “Wish it was that simple. We’ve gone through quirk registries and the only abilities that match are mutant quirks that don’t fit the vigilante’s profile.”
“Support gear?”
“Maybe, but if so then we have a genius on our hands. Making sticking and strength enhancing gear that isn’t visible is already an accomplishment for someone with-” Tsukauchi pauses. “ Presumably limited resources, but it also works when it’s raining. We have footage of him climbing while it’s pouring.”
Aizawa hums. Tsukauchi knows he has a soft spot for kids (as much as he doesn’t want to admit it), so Aizawa was the best person to come to about this vigilante. Eraserhead could be able to both track him and convince him to stop. Maybe even get him to join the hero course.
“I’ll make sure he’s safe,” Aizawa states. “It isn’t safe for a kid to do any of this kind of work.” He sets down his now empty coffee cup and picks up the folder. Though, Aizawa notices the lack of an actual name, substituting it with a simple ‘kidilante’ hastily written on it. “Did he give a name?”
“No, shockingly.” Tsukauchi chuckles. Vigilantes are almost always in it for notoriety, whether it’s to gain fame from civilians or to strike fear in the hearts of villains. “My boss has been calling him ‘Spiderman’. I think it sounds fitting.”
Aizawa grunts in acknowledgment (and because he’s getting up. Is he getting old?!). He points the folder at Tsukauchi with a tired expression. “I’ll get this ‘Spiderman’ off the streets in my next patrol, watch me.”