After the USJ attack Nezu decided to bring someone in for extra security measures.
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"Aizawa-sensei who is he?"
"Your new babysitter."
"WHAAA-"
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اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"Can't this thing go any faster!" Zihao cursed as sped through traffic. The tension in his jaw caused pain to ignite along the side of his face. He could feel his teeth gritting together, almost loud enough to over sound the radio. The radio played quietly in the background on a random station. If he would've known traffic was this jammed, he would've decided just to fly there, but with his emotions being out of control it was best he used the roads. He couldn't risk losing control of his quirk at a time like this.
"Left turn in 100 meters, destination will be to your left." The GPS blared out.
Zihao's mind was a mess. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. All the time he spent getting over his father, all those years wasted crying and praying, seemed to be pointless. As if God finally heard his calling yet was too cruel to answer when Zihao needed it.
The moment Nezu's mouth muttered Oboro's name, Zihao was out the door. He wasted no time in leaving. He didn't even bother to tell Hu, he grabbed the keys and left.
He could feel the wind combing through his hair as the smell of tobacco resonated from the car. A loud screeching could be heard as Zihao turned the corner into the entrance of the prison. Skidding to a stop, he slammed the door behind him as he marched to the front doors. Stomping on the cigarette as he walked.
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"...As I said before getting him to talk about could give us a huge lead. Present Mic. Eraserhead. Try to awaken any attachments Oboro Shirakumo might have toward his old life." Tsukauchi spoke. His gaze remained hard as he stared through the panel of glass at the three on the other side.
