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Aizawa was sitting on the couch in his house, looking through the thousands of emails he had been sent throughout his day teaching class 1-A. It was all boring stuff about the school schedules and curriculums. He couldn’t be bothered to read any of them so he had just begun to mindlessly scroll on his phone until one of the emails caught his eye.
The email was in the format of an amber alert, it had big capital letters that were bolded and in red at the start whilst the rest was a normal small font. Aizawa sat up in his seat as he clicked on the email. What could be the thing of such importance?
!WARNING!
Two boys by the names of Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara, have been spotted all over Mustafu committing different varieties of crimes. Their crimes have ranged from robbery to even murder. If seen, evacuate immediately, if you are spotted you will most likely be attacked. Heroes be on the lookout for these two dangerous individuals.
!WARNING!
At the bottom of the email were two blurry photos, each with one of the boys in it. The first photo had a shorter boy with short ginger hair to match. His appearance was rather formal, like something you would wear to a wedding. Placed on his head was a rather nice looking hat, his hands were covered by black gloves and fitting snugly on his neck was a black choker. He looked rather fancy for a petty street criminal.
The second photo contained the other boy who seemed to be much taller in size. He had short brunette hair with a bandage wrapped around his right eye which matches the bandages all over his neck, arms and peaking out from beneath his clothing. His attire was also rather formal with a black suit and large black trench coat slung over his shoulders. His photo was much more blurry than the previous boy’s photo so there weren’t many characteristics to identify.
Aizawa’s eyes remained locked onto the photos. He wanted to find any clues to who these mysterious Dazai and Nakahara were. He searched for a while but he couldn’t find anything. He couldn’t even determine if the orange one (who he had assumed was Chuuya) had brown eyes or blue. They were truly very bad photos, but he couldn’t expect someone being attacked to take a beautiful picture of their attackers.
He sighed and leaned back until he could feel the cushion of the couch behind him. With nothing to go on, it would be hard to find these boys, what was he going to do? He pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes, he was at a loss for ideas. Suddenly, his phone vibrated from a notification. He stared at it, it was a call from an unknown number, how strange. Aizawa clicked on the answer button before he spoke in a stern manner.
“Hello?”
His tone showed hints of confusion, he didn’t get phone calls that often, let alone from random people. He waited a few seconds to hear the voice on the other line. Who could it be? Why were they calling him and how did they have his number? All his questions silenced when a voice spoke.
“Hello EraserHead.”
That voice sent a chill down Aizawa’s spine. It was such a hollow and eerie voice but not one he had heard before. It took Aizawa a few seconds to collect himself before he sat upright, his phone pushed roughly against his ear.
“Who are you?”
That was the main question that needed to be answered. The sooner he could identify the voice the sooner he could question them about their motives for calling. The person didn’t respond right away, they paused and waited. Was it for a reason or was it just for suspense? It was hard to tell. The silence drew for a few more moments before the person answered.
“My name is Osamu Dazai and I would like to turn myself, and Chuuya Nakahara, in.”