3RD PERSON

"Who is it?" Toga huffs, pressing her ear against the splintered wooden door. "Whatcha want?"

"Himiko, what did Kurogiri tell you not to do?" Twice says, pulling her away from the door. "Don't answer the door, dumbass!"

"I didn't answer it!" Toga whines. "I just wanna know who it is! Maybe it's Dabi!"

"It's not Dabi," Kurogiri says as he steps into the room. "It's someone who's here to give us an update on Dabi."

"Well, who is it?" Toga asks, plopping down on the couch beside Mr. Compress. Twice sits up on the bar counter next to Shigaraki who's laying his head on the cool wooden top. "Some fancy villain? Double agent hero? Oh, is it a girl? Please, please, please let it be a girl! I'm so tired of the lack-of-boobs in this place."

"So vulgar," Mr. Compress says with a little laugh. "Patience, Himiko."

Kurogiri puts his misty hand on the doorknob, pausing before turning it. "Please, when the informant steps inside, none of you freak out. Act civilized, especially you, Tomura."

"Tomura's basically dead," Twice chuckles. "The only thing that'd make him move is a knife to his throat."

"I'm just tired," Shiggy croaks. "There's nobody relevant enough in the world to make me freak out."

Kurogiri nods, opening the door slowly. In walks Aizawa Shouta, hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants. His gray scarf is wrapped around his shoulders like usual, and his face is formed in its usual sleepy scowl. "Let me make one thing clear," Aizawa announces as Kurogiri closes the door behind him. "I'm only here on behalf of Dabi and Hawks. I'm willing to cooperate with you all for their personal sake, so don't think for a second that my beliefs or goals are anywhere near yours. We are still enemies, it's just something more important than playing heroes and villains has come up and I have enough sense to see past titles to get things done."

"Understood!" Twice chirps. "What the fuck are you in here for then? Get out!"

Toga races toward him without even thinking, taking his hand in hers. "Oh my! I wonder what your blood tastes like! You're really not my type, Mr. Aizawa, but I'm in love with a student of yours, and I was wondering if I could have her hand in marriage," Toga squeals. "So whatcha say? Can I marry Ochako? Pretty please with blood sprinkles on the top?"

Aizawa retracts his hand quickly, scanning the room for quick exits. He doesn't trust this place even a little bit. "Apologies, Toga, but I'd rather my students not get entangled with murders."

"Oh, so you're one of those strict parents," Toga huffs. "Fine, but I'm certain I'll marry her anyway."

"Back to business," Mr. Compress says, stepping up to the hero. "I respect your position on the matter, sir. Thank you for understanding that we monsters have a heart too. Even our little vampire here has some angel parts."

"I'm sure she does," Aizawa grumbles. "Anyway, let's get this over with. Dabi–"

"Wait, are you Aizawa Shouta? Like, Eraserhead?" Twice asks, tilting his head. Aizawa rolls his eyes but nods, making Twice's entire face light up. "Tomura! It's Eraserhead, the hero you said was super cool and sexy and–"

"Twice, disrespectfully, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Tomura screams. "Mom- I mean, Kurogiri, you, uh, useless nomu! I'm going back to my room!" Shigaraki stomps up and speeds down the hallway, basically evaporating from their sight.

"Alright, don't fall asleep, Compress is making dinner!" Kurogiri shouts after him. He turns to Aizawa, a hint of blue behind the purple mist. "He's got a bit of a celebrity crush on you," Kurogiri says.

Aizawa nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "Good to know, I guess. Now are we ready to discuss this? I'm a teacher and a father, so time isn't something I have a lot of."

"Of course," Mr. Compress says. "Here, let's gather at the table. I'll go get Tomura." The villains and the hero make their way to the bar counter, everyone taking a seat at a stool. Besides Kurogiri, who washes the dishes in the sink while still participating, and Twice who decides to sit up on the counter instead of on a stool. When Shigaraki returns to the scene, his crusty face is burning red with a blush, and Compress, who thinks it's the funniest thing in the world, makes him sit right next to Aizawa.

"I'll kill you for this," Tomura growls. Compress just shoots him a wink.

"So you have updates on Dabi and Hawks?" Twice chirps. "Make yourself useful and fucking spill."

"I'm not sure if you're all aware, but Dabi was captured and arrested by the country police," Aizawa says. "He was only there for a few days before Hawks, my husband Hiazashi, and I broke him out."

"You broke Nugget out of jail?!" Toga says, waving her hands dramatically. "Gosh, you heroes are really something!"

"You actually have a husband?" Tomura squeaks. "I thought Mirko was lying."

"Even if I didn't have a husband," Aizawa chuckles, "you wouldn't have a chance with me. Not only are you a villain who's trying to murder all my students, but you're also ten years younger than me."

"I'm only nine years younger," Tomura grumbles. "And anyways, we're both adults."

"It's not gonna happen, pretty boy," Aizawa says. "Give it up."

"You think I'm pretty?" Tomura whispers. Aizawa just rolls his eyes, centimeters away from giving up. Tomura clears his throat and turns his head away. "A-anyways, where is he now?"

"Dabi and Hawks have agreed to go MIA for three years," Aizawa explains. "They left the country yesterday night after Dabi's injuries were healed. They have no way to contact us and vice versa. I'm here to inform you that Dabi was keeping you all in mind before leaving and he plans to return as soon as the three years are over."

"Wait," Toga says, her voice cracking gently. "You mean, Dabi left us?"

"He'll be returning," Aizawa assures her. "He told me to tell you that he cares deeply about each and every one of you."

Toga nods weakly, leaning her head on Twice's knee. Twice pets her blonde hair, frowning behind his mask. "Three years?" he mumbles. "Jesus fucking christ."

"That is... quite a lot of time," Mr. Compress says with a bitter laugh.

"I'm sure it's for the best," Kurogiri sighs. "We'll have our zombie boy back in no time. Thank you so much for your time, Eraser. These villains are family to me, and it's my job to protect them. Thank you for stepping in when I couldn't."

Aizawa chuckles softly, tucking his hands back in his pockets as he stands up. "I take it back, Oboro," he whispers just loud enough for only Kurogiri to hear.  "When I said you aren't parent material. I take it back."

A flash of the blue haired boy appears, smiling and beaming behind the purple mist.

"And to the rest of you," Aizawa says, "behave, will you?"

"Always!" Twice cheers. "Never!"

"Gotchu!" Toga giggles. "I'm an angel."

"See you around, sir," Mr. Compress calls.

"You're... pretty cool, Eraser," Tomura says under his breath.

Aizawa smiles and nods, giving Tomura a quick wink before leaving quickly. There's plenty of things on his to-do list, but with one thing crossed off, he already feels the weight lifted from his shoulders.

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It takes two months, but Endeavor is finally convicted for his crimes. Shoto was able to find the gruesome pictures and videos of the number two hero being assaulted and attacked, and he immediately turned it into the authorities. With such solid evidence, there was no way Endeavor could weave himself out of this. And so a further investigation was pushed, and Endeavor ended up earning another charge on top of the rape of the pro hero Hawks. Thanks to Shoto, Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Rei Todoroki, Endeavor is serving a total of fifty-five years in prison for domestic violence and rape, both of which considered felonies. Forty-six year old Enji Todoroki will be a corpse before he's released back onto the streets.

The guard shoves Endeavor onto the police lineup wall, the top of his head five inches above the six foot mark. In his grasp is a placard with his date of birth, booking ID, weight, and name, Enji Todoroki. Endeavor decided to play the safe route and be cooperative since the quirk-canceling cuffs won't allow him to burn the prison down. In comes the camera crew to take his mugshot, and Endeavor swallows the lump in his throat. He really got caught; this is really happening. Endeavor is really a criminal.

"Smile for the camera."

THE END