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ShoutingOutMyLove:
Yo! You have you guys seen that new post? Rad right?
OGAllMightFan:
Are you talking about the photo that MindMelt posted?
ShoutingOutMyLove:
Course!
Alien101:
How do we know it's true? It's pretty blurry.
KingExplosion:
Looks like fake shit to me
MindMelt:
It’s not fake. Took the picture myself
RivarlyintheDark:
I agree with the rude one, it looks forged.
KingExplosion:
the emo fuck is right, looks fake as hell. Is it even them? It could be something else.
MindMelt:
Of course it’s Red Blurr! It has everything in the photo. Tall, hunched form, white thin arms that extended, red glowing eyes, what else do you need?
Midoriya quickly closed the link when he saw multiple people start typing at the bottom. He knew it’d be a full-blown argument as soon as KingExplosion got on. He’s seen arguments that he has started or participated in and they could last for hours. He tried to stay out of it most of the time but he does pop in to correct certain details or add to the conversation.
The website isn’t so large; with only about 100 members but only 25 truly active members, and it looked like it was put together by someone with “A passion for Graphic design”. Along the top was one of the clearer pictures of Red Blurr with the title of the website written across the top. The comic sans on the top declaring the website is called ‘The Cryptid: Red Blurr!!!’, was a deep red to mimic the red eyes that were seen on the cryptid.
The cryptid itself wasn’t seen all too often and therefore wasn’t popular outside of the small community. They knew very little about it but what they did know of it, was found out by the members in the chat. They might have a small fanbase, but the people in the fanbase are very dedicated and detailed.
A lot of the members started out because they saw the Red Blurr themselves and decided to search the internet about what they saw. Some people like him are just avid fans of cryptids and looked into local ones and the other’s are mostly conspiracy theorists.
“Are you going to stand there or are you going to participate.”
The deep flat voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he felt the heat rush up his neck as embarrassment settled in. Midoriya looked over and rubbed the back of his neck as Aizawa stared at him.
“Sorry Sensei.” He mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was his first day and he was already messing up. Perhaps his mother was right, he needed to start being more focused on the ones around him than those he cannot reach.
“Breaks over, come on, it’s your turn,” Aizawa said with a raised eyebrow. He quickly nodded as he swallowed the lump in his throat and took the ball from Kaminari who went before him.
This was it. He had to focus on the here and now, this will determine if he will stay in UA or not. Side hobbies weren’t as important as this, even if he took the time to catch up on breaks, it could still distract him as it did now.
The next couple of minutes seemed to happen in a blur. He remembers pulling his hand back, fully prepared to use his quirk to its full power, and then the ball falling to the ground. It was hard to fully grasp what had happened when he was face to face with the Red Blurr themself.
He was absolutely frozen as he took in the appearance of his sensei. He could feel everything slowly clicking as he watched the other scolded him while his quirk was still in place.
The Red Blurr was rumored to stand at roughly 6 feet tall, with fur that seemed to float as if they were submerged in water. Along with their tall frame, they were known to crouch their gangly black form. Another aspect that stood out as the Red Blurr besides the glowing red eyes was the long white appendages that seemed to grow or shrink at the creature’s command.
With Aizawa in front of him, he felt his eyes dart quickly over his form and quickly compare the two. Aizawa was tall, at least far taller than him, but he walked around hunched over with his hands in his pocket. With his hands in his pockets and his capture scarf moving around him, he can see how people would think that they are his arms, especially at night. His hair did float and move around when his quirk was activated, just like the creatures. Now his eyes, a normal dark-colored were glowing red as he stared him down.
He felt his jaw drop as he stared at him. It all made sense now. Of course, the cryptid would be an underground hero. They try to keep their names, quirks, and their faces out of the public, there wouldn’t be any clear images of them anywhere. However, even with this discovery, it still left him with questions.
Is he just jumping to a conclusion so he can explain the cryptid or is it actually Aizawa? How many of the rumors or first-hand accounts of the cryptid was true and how many were fabricated or exaggerated?
“Again Midoriya, this time don’t attempt to destroy yourself in the process.”
Midoriya blinked rapidly to clear his racing thoughts and gave a quick nod before preparing for his throw. It could wait until after school but he will be investigating this.
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MindMelt:
Saw him again
Shoutingoutmylove:
oh?!?! Tell!
TapeMeTogether:
Oh ho ho ho!
SolidasaRock:
Hell yeah!
KingExplosion:
The fucker is lying. He says he sees him all the time. Isn’t this supposed to be a cryptid? One person cant be seeing him this fucking much.
MindMelt
: He comes out at night, and I’m awake at night. Of course, I would see him more than others.
OGAllMightFan:
Maybe he lives in his territory? Do you think cryptids do that? Oh oh maybe it’s natural habitat? What does it eat though? Are you in the city? Is there any prey for it to get?
KingExplosion:
God do you ever stop?
OGAllMightFan:
Sorry
Alien101
: What if it’s vegetarian?
TapeMeTogether
: ooo what if it eats people! You live right on the hunting grounds.
Alien101:
I DON’T WANT TO BE EATEN! ToT
SolidasaRock:
He’s just playing around, I don’t think people are being eaten.
MindMelt:
I don’t think so either. There would be more reports of missing people in the area.
ColdandHot:
I think it does eat people or at least hunts them. I think the government created him and placed him in high-risk areas because they don’t want to deal with the people there. So they just let Red Blurr take care of them.
KingExplosion:
What the hell are you and the fake All Might fan on?
ShoutingOutMyLove:
Wait! We are off track. What did you see Mindmelt?
MindMelt:
Saw him sleeping in the dumpster. Or at least I think it was sleeping in the dumpster. It was rather quiet and I was talking a walk and I kicked a can. I think I woke it up because all of a sudden, it emerged from the dumpster. It was all so quick but I was able to see the long arms reach out and grab the top of the building and the red eyes before it disappeared over the rooftops.
KingExplosion: Sounds fake but okay
Alien101: Why would you think it sounds fake? It sounds pretty legit to me?
KingExplosion: why the fuck would he sleep in a dumpster? That shit isn’t remotely comfortable.
TapeMeTogether:
wellllLLLL, I saw reports saying people saw something sleeping on top of a car roof, in open vents, on a brick wall, and in a ditch. Oh! That one time in the dump! Remember that one?
KingExplosion:
Why the fuck would a cryptid sleep in shit like that? That sounds so fucking stupid, do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?
TapeMeTogether:
No because this is a chatroom.
KingExplosion:
Shut the hell up.
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Midoriya glanced down at the marked sighting. It was a couple of months old but it was still a supposed sighting. It would be hard to believe that his teacher would just sleep in a dumpster.
Aizawa was always going on about what is rational or irrational, he prided himself in his ability to determine that. He couldn’t see what would be rational about sleeping in the dumpster, no matter how tired someone is. It would be smelly, uncomfortable, and would not provide a good rest. It was the opposite of rationality, so perhaps Explosion was right, it was a fake account.
“Midoriya honey, please put your phone down before you run into someone,”
“Yes, Mom.” He said apologetically as he shoved his phone into his back pocket. His mom gave him a smile and handed him one of the grocery bags to hold as they head back to the car.
It wasn’t even crowded in the streets, in fact, he couldn’t see more than five people walking up and down the street. His mom decided to take him shopping two cities away to get something special for Christmas and some specific items that she claims she can only get here. He tried to convince her that she can order them online and have them shipped to their house but she was adamant that she had to look at them in person to pick out the best.
Calling it a city was giving it too much benefit, he would probably call it a town if he had the option. It had a couple of one-floor shops down Mainstreet but that’s all that he could see besides houses.
Midoriya ignored the itch to grab his phone again when they got to the car. He quickly helped his mom with the bags before getting in the front seat. He saw the look his mom gave him as he took his phone out and set it in his lap so he leaned back into the seat and let the vibrations of the car lull him.
“Izuku, is that your teacher?” His mom’s voice asked so incredulously that it snapped him out of his stupor. He turned his head to look in the same direction as her and immediately saw what caused her to go wide-eyed. There was no mistaking him, it was indeed Aizawa.
Off to the side of the road was the neon yellow sleeping bag that he favors so much. If he didn’t know any better, he would think he was dead or severely injured. He was resting against the concrete road barrier with it supporting his body and his head was tilted back to lay on top of the flat surface. Even with the angle and his hair obscuring his face, he could tell the other was sleeping.
“Oh, it is him! Do you think he needs a ride?” Inko asked thinking out loud.
Oh no. That would be so embarrassing. The whole trip back home is two hours. He can’t imagine being in the same car as Aizawa for that long, let alone with his mother. It would be the worst! It would be a million times worse than the time All Might came over after the Kamino thing. Maybe it wouldn't be completely dead silent for two hours and they end up talking.
Oh no, oh no. The only thing that they both have in common is
him.
It would be a two-hour parent-teachers conference but he would be there with them! He can only imagine the things Aizawa could tell his mother. How many times he got hurt in practice because he was “reckless” or maybe all of his silly mistakes or how he’s doing on grades, or worse, tell her about the doodles he does in the margins of his papers.
He whipped his head towards the window in shock when the car stopped. His heart simultaneously dropped and jumped up into his throat as dread filled him. He was too busy overthinking to notice that his mom turned around and pulled up alongside Aizawa.
“Do you need a ride, Mr. Eraserhead?” HIs sweet mother asked when the window was rolled down. His poor sweet, sweet mother with the voice of an innocent angel, didn’t know what type of hell on Earth, she was attempting to put him through.
“No, I’m fine.”
Midoriya was barely able to keep from letting out a relieved sigh at the answer. He did allow himself to slump back into his seat.
“You sure? We’re going home anyway, it wouldn’t be a problem if we were to take you as well.”
“H-hey mom,” Midoriya interrupted quickly as he placed a hand on the crook of her elbow. “Perhaps we should accept his answer and move on?”
“It’s alright Mrs. Midorya, I am right where I’m supposed to be.”
“On the side of the road?”
“I’m supposed to meet someone here tomorrow, it’s a waste of time to go home to only come back here.” Aizawa deadpanned like his answer was the most obvious one. “Saves me time and money.”
“I don’t mean to be rude but have you thought about getting a motel?” His mom asked hesitantly.
Aizawa looked up at her with tired eyes at the question. “I have and it’s illogical to waste money on a room when I am just as comfortable here.”
Inko gave him a concerned look and said a quiet if you say so as she rolled up the window. She gave his teacher one last look before she pressed on the gas. Midoriya couldn’t help but turn in his spot as he stared back at his teacher as the car sped on. He watched as Aizawa let out a yawn and then promptly fell back asleep.
That had to be the most uncomfortable position he’s ever seen anyone in. Laying on dirty pavement and using concrete as a pillow. His neck was tilted in an odd angle, that no way could be comfortable. If he could sleep there, it wouldn’t be outlandish to assume that he could sleep in the supposed sleeping spots of the Red Blurr.
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Shoutingoutmylove:
@TapeMeTogether
tell them what you said on the voice chat
TapeMeTogether:
Will do! It’s a doozy! It’ll blow your minds
MindMelt
: why didn’t you just type it in here in the first place?
TapeMeTogether:
That’s an easy answer because text chats doesn’t have the same theatrics.
TapeMeTogether:
Where would be the action?
TapeMeTogether:
The suspense?
TapeMeTogether:
The drama?!?!
KingExplosion:
Fucking get on with it.
TapeMeTogether:
Fine fine, someones impatient.
TapeMeTogether:
So there I was, in the alley, walking home from the store.
ElectricLove:
why were you at the store?
MindMelt:
Does that matter?
ElectricLove:
yes
TapeMeTogether:
I needed some goof-off. Anyy waysss. So I was walking by and I heard this slurping sound. At first, I thought it was in my imagination, but then I heard it again.
Alien101:
SPOOKY!! :0000
TapeMeTogether:
It sounded like something thick going through a metal tube, like when you vacuum jello.
KingExplosion:
what the fuck. Who the fuck vacuums jello?
TapeMeTogether:
I do. Stop interrupting! This is why Voice Chat is better. ANYWAYS! Being the heroic dude I am but also the white girls in horror movies, I decided to investigate!
TapeMeTogether:
The deeper I went into this small, dark, damp, alleyway, the louder the sound got. Slurrp, slurrrp, Slurrrpppp, SLURRRPZZZZ.
Alien101:
SCARY! TURN BACK!!
TapeMeTogether:
Then I saw it! The Red Blurr itself! It was drinking something out of its hand, and I think it was its tongue? It was dark, okay, but its tongue extended into its closed fists and it was slurping whatever it was holding! By the sound of it, it is too thick to be water or juice, it only leaves one thing.
ElectricLove:
What?!?!
TapeMeTogether:
Blood of course.
Alien101:
noooo!!!! Not again! ToT
ColdandHot:
It’s probably not blood.
KingExplosion:
Finally someone with some common sense
ColdandHot:
It would have to be brains.
KingExplosion:
What the fuck.
ColdandHot:
If it’s as thick as they say, then it would have to be. It also makes sense for its tongue to be that long. Like a straw to go through an opening. Perhaps it had a brain in its hand and it was drinking it with its straw-like tongue. Maybe its tongue is hard enough to pierce, but if it was holding it, probably not.
KingExplosion:
I hate this fucking chat.
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One of the many things about Aizawa that he can't figure out is if the guy ever eats.
There were a couple of rumors that went around about that. Aizawa does have a thing for doing; what he calls, logical ruses, which sends them all into a panic, which had sero declaring that Aizawa feeds off the fear. He’s seen people cry and beg for mercy with punishments, which is probably why Mina says he drinks student’s tears to live. The most commonly accepted one was proposed by Jirou, who says that he gets his energy from sleep alone. Then there is Tokoyami’s theory. He’s convinced that Aizawa feeds off the souls of the undead. No one knows how he came up with that conclusion.
Midoriya stretched his arms above his head and enjoyed the small amount of relieve as each pop in his back released the built-up pressure. He let his arms fall uselessly at his sides as he settled into his seat next to Uraraka.
It was a long training session and he could feel exhaustion tug at his body. Looking over at Uraraka next to him, he could see the exhaustion written clearly on her. She was leaning against the side of the window and her body was curled in slightly as she tried to make herself comfortable.
The bus started to move and seemed to lull at least most of them asleep. He had his eyes closed with his head pressed against the backrest. It was mostly quiet besides the few small voices that combed through the air. He could vaguely make out Sato and Yaoyorozu mumbling to each other about how hungry they were after the training.
Suddenly there was a long drawn-out sound that was oddly loud. Midoriya wrinkled his forehead and opened his eyes as the sound happened again. He couldn’t place what it sounded like, the closest he could say, was like sucking jello through a tube-
“THE RED BLURR!”
Midoriya jerked up in his seat and looked at the seat across the ail. Sero was standing up in front of his seat, and clutching at the row in front of him, his eyes blown wide. Next to him was Todoroki who was slow blinking and rubbed an eye with the back of his fist as he woke up.
“Sit down,” Todoroki sighed as he readjusted himself in his seat.
“No!” Sero said, his head turning so fast to face Todoroki, Midoriya was surprised he didn’t hear an audible snap. “Dude! You don’t get it! It’s the
Red Blurr
! It eats people's brains! I know that was it! I heard it once before!”
“If it was the Red Blurr, it’d be too late for us anyways. Might as well sit down.”
“And accept our fate?!”
“Sit down, Sero.” Aizawa’s voice drifted up from the front of the bus. “The sound was just the pouch.”
Midoriya leaned into the aisle to see Aizawa with a pouch of some sort dangling from a straw that was placed between his lips. He had a box in one hand while the other held out another to Tsuyu who took it gratefully.
Sero sat down but his eyes were narrowed as he looked at Aizawa as he went down and passed the silver pouches to students as he went. When he reached them, he took one and gave it a firm once over before handing it to Todoroki and taking one for himself.
“What is this?” Midoriya asked when he took his own and flipped it this way and that in his hand. He could hear the sound of thick substance go through a tube as Todoroki ate his own.
“Blagh!” Sero choked out as he set his own pouch in his lap and pounded his chest. He looked wild eyed at Todoroki as he continued to calmly drink his own. “Dude! This is nasty! How are you eating it?”
“It’s fine,” Todoroki replied flatly before taking in another pull.
“No, it’s
disgusting
. It tastes like someone crushed grapes with their feet and then threw in cough syrup, vitamin powder, and then stirred it with a stick that was used to make ketchup.” Sero gasped with a loud inhale and a slight whine coloring his voice. Despite the dramatics, there were a couple of murmurs of agreements that sounded around the bus.
“Their purpose isn’t to taste good,” Aizawa interjected dryly as he made his way back to the front. “They are packed with nutrients and they’re packed with everything you need after a workout.”
Aizawa turned at the front and did a long pull from a new juice pouch. The sound bouncing around the bus as everyone stared at him. “Besides, it does taste good.”
Midoriya felt himself sweatdropped as he remembered the fact that Aizawa thinks black liquorice is a treat. He looked down at his own that was labeled as ‘Strawberry’. He turned and exchanged looks with Ochaco who nodded and put her own pouch into one of the pockets in her hero suit, and he quickly did the same.
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KingExplosion:
You know what I don’t fucking believe about this? Is how fucking violent this bitch is supposed to be.
RivarlyintheDark:
What do you mean by that?
KingExplosion:
All these reports, fucking look at them.
SolidasaRock:
What do you mean bro?
KingExplosion:
Someone said that the bitch broke someone's arm. Another said they saw him tear into three people at once and that people were left bloody and shit. I don’t believe that.
MindMelt
: This is coming from the guy who hasn’t seen him and judges every single eye witness account. Do you believe in anything? Why are you here?
KingExplosion:
Shut the fuck up. Who says I hadn't seen the fucker with my own eyes? I’m just saying it doesn’t seem violent.
ColdandHot:
I think it’s extremely violent but perhaps your instance, it wasn't. Maybe it has something to protect or think it has to protect. Like territory or offsprings. Like a mother bear thing.
Alien101:
I DON’T WANT MORE OF THOSE THINGS OUT THERE!!
ColdandHot:
There could be a lot of them just waiting to start hunting.
Alien101:
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
KingExplosion:
God I should have just kept my mouth shut.
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There were moments that significantly stood out to him when concerning Aizawa. It started with his first appearance, coming in through the front door like a caterpillar in his yellow sleeping bag. Then another was his “logical” ruse of expelling them at the drop of a hat if they failed to meet his standards on the first day of school. This.. this was one of these moments. This was one of the pinnacle points that changed his view of the hero.
Earlier, Aizawa had moved as if he was gliding through the air as he took out villain after villain. Just a whole army of them, he was plowing through them as if they were nothing. He knew that had to take years and years of training for someone to do, but to top it all off, Aizawa was completely out of his element.
As an underground hero, he relied on the element of surprise and picking and choosing his targets. Strategize for the best possible way to take them down and slowly pick them off. However, here, they were all coming at him at once and he was still taking them all down.
Villain’s arms and legs were broken with ease. Ribs and throats crushed as they went down. Heads knocked roughly together as he moved down to the leader of the group. Aizawa was utterly
massacring
them with utter and brutal efficiency.
The hope of victory was quickly dashed away when that monster was put into play. He had thought he knew true fear. He thought he knew fear when the slime villain had suffocated him or later when it engulfed Bakugou. He had thought he knew what hopelessness felt like when he felt the slime go down his throat and he was unable to do anything or when he desperately clawed at it to try and force it to let Bakugou go. He had thought he knew but he was naive.
Fear gripped at him and choked him as he saw the man turn to face them. The other stared at them with red eyes as he aimlessly scratched at his neck as if he had all the time in the world. Perhaps he did have all the time in the world. The man’s figure was silhouetted by the monster behind him. The monster that held their teacher in a broken mess in its bloody claws. Their teacher who had just taken down countless villains, was now lying in a puddle of his own blood.
He couldn’t move. He just watched as the other casually sauntered over. He knew what the man was going to do, he had announced it. He was going to get rid of them. He was going to use their deaths as if it would bring All Might here. He knew all this but he couldn’t move an inch to stop it.
The pale cracked hand had reached out towards them. His heart pounded heavily in his throat as he saw it come. At first, he thought it was coming to reach him but the angle was off. He felt the world still as he watches the hand go straight for Asui.
This was going to be it. His only hope was Aizawa and he was on the ground bleeding heavily. There was no hope of him moving and there was definitely no hope in Mineta moving to do something. And Asui, she was as frozen as they were. Her eyes were wide and her body stiff as the hand came down and pressed against her face.
“Very impressive Eraserhead.” The villain’s voice scratched out as his palm laid flat on Asui’s still intact face.
Aizawa’s quirk was clearly activated. His eyes were red and his hair was up as he looked over at them. The pain was vividly painted in his face with how tightly his jaw was clenched and the way he was body was positioned. Even after the nomu made its move and grounded Aizawa into the ground, It was still a turning point in his view of Eraserhead.
Aizawa was brutal.
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“Zashi,” Aizawa sighed as he turned away from the computer to glare at his husband.
“Yes, my dearest husband of mine?” Yamada singsonged from across the room.
“Stop writing about me in that bizarre chatroom.”
Yamada didn’t even give him the decency to look sheepish. He stood at the kitchen as he stirred a pot of curry with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“I can’t shout my love for you at my station, so let me brag about you to random people online.”
“I’m supposed to be an underground hero.” He said blandly as if it wasn’t obvious.
“That’s why you’re the Red Blurr, online.”
“That’s the most idiotic thing. I am not a cryptid.” he deadpanned as he exited out of the link. It was dumb, why would he want to be known as a cryptid? Besides, cryptids weren’t logical, no one truly believes they exist.
“In this case, you are. Accept it! Embrace it!: Yamada shouted out dramatically from the kitchen.
“It’s still dumb.”
“Think of it as a way to bury your identity even further! No one's gonna think a cryptid is a hero, let alone Eraserhead, let alone Aizawa Shouta.”
“Fine,” he mumbled as he thought it over. “It’s not like I can do anything about it.”