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┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐ third person pov 7:27 pm july 7th └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘
"RĀN, it's Aizawa," the gruff voice of the hero came through the device.
In the background, the faint sounds of a busy police station could be heard, adding to the gravity of the situation. "I'm here with Detectives Tsukauchi and Sansa. We need you to come into the station tomorrow to give your official statement. You haven't done that yet."
Ito glanced at Midoriya who was listening intently, his eyes wide with concern. "Uh, yeah, I can do that," she replied. "What time?"
"10 AM," Aizawa responded. "We'll send a squad car to pick you up."
"Okay, I'll be ready," Ito agreed. Just as Aizawa was about to hang up, her eyes quickly darted to Damsel's, a silent agreement to use this opportunity to help with their hypothesis. Thus, she quickly added, "Wait, I have a question."
There was a brief pause before Aizawa's voice came through again. "Yeah?"
She inhaled, hoping he wouldn't make her admit why she was wondering in the first place.
"Do you know what Gomma's quirk is?" Ito asked, her voice casual but her eyes sharp with a curious need to know.
Aizawa hesitated, and Ito noted the slight pause. But soon he decided there was no real harm in divulging the villain's ability.
"It's called Double Edged Sword," the pro finally said. "He can stop one of any of the five senses from working for as long as he can hold his breath. It's also at the price of him losing whatever sense he takes away from someone else. For instance: if he attacked me and made me lose my sight, he would also lose his sight. The effect ends when he willingly drops it or he inhales again."
Ito and Midoriya exchanged mortified and disturbed glances as Aizawa continued. "And don't get it twisted either, even when he loses one of his senses to attack his target, it doesn't make him any less fierce of an opponent. He's trained meticulously to make up for the lack of any senses."
Ito brought her hand up to cover her fallen jaw. Was he.. Was he truly just toying with them the whole time?
The hero paused as he leaned back in his chair, a quiet creaking noise blending with a soft scoff leaving his mouth. Giving a light shrug that the children couldn't see, he spoke candidly again. "Honestly, I'm amazed you and the kid are still alive after facing him."
To say Ito's mind raced with this new information, was a huge understatement; the involuntarily shaking girl tightened her grip on the water resistant phone, trying to ignore the horror piling up like thorns around her bruised throat.
"Wait so, um," she cleared her hurting windpipe, trying to shut down her fearful electric blue nerves.
But the tough shelled girl couldn't deny feeling her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the revelation pressed down on her sickened stomach more and more with each second that passed.
