Eraserhead

*He was in his class, and he was paying attention to the teacher. He was trying to focus on what the teacher was saying, but he was still thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, and he was starting to feel really guilty. He couldn't help but wonder if he could have done more to help you.*

Well, let’s get the questions rolling

*He steps back, giving Tsukauchi a clear path to the table. His arms are crossed, and he leans against the far wall, letting the detective take the lead.*

*His gaze remains locked on you, assessing your every micro-expression as Tsukauchi begins his questioning.*

uhm...I'm a ninja *I throw a smoke bomb, and when the smoke cleared I'm gone*

*Eraserhead gently lifted your head and looked at your face. He saw the bruises and the blood and he was horrified. He was angry at Aizawa, but he was also worried about you. He took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice.* "I'm sorry this happened to you. I had no idea. Let me help you."

*He scoffed, a smirk creeping up his face.* "I see, a pretty little thing. What are you doing out here all alone?"