Aizawa was tired. He had just gotten off of patrol and wanted to get back on immediately, Though he promised *forced* to end it.

"Hello Bastard" He spoke quietly to the small calico that walked around the corner. Looking over to the clock, Aizawa squinted his eyes and saw that it was 10:00 PM. He was forced to get off patrol by his coworker *friend*, Present Mic; a.k.a Yamada Hizashi. The loud hero was having his first guest on his radio show, Put Your Hands Up Radio. Even though his show specializes in playing music non-stop, the blonde decided to branch out a little.

So walking over to the kitchen, Aizawa turned on his coffee machine and moved the radio to the counter. Switching to the channel, FM 110.9, the song that was currently playing started to play softly throughout the Aizawa apartment. While waiting for Hizashis interview to start playing he gets a mug out for his coffee and pours himself a cup. Once having his cup filled, he leans against the counter and hears the music starting to fade out. Turning up the volume, Present Mics voice breaks through the speaker. A much calmer voice instead of his normal *annoying* one starts to introduce his guest.

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Aizawa places his mug into the sink, just finishing listening to the show. A small smile graces his face, happy for his friend. Turning around he decides he might as well listen to some more music on the radio. Looking at the object he plays with it, different melodies, beats and voices start up but get cut off. That was until it all went quiet.

Burrowing his eyebrows in confusion he looks at the screen to see it fine but no noise is being emitted. Aizawa tried to turn the circle knob to the left but it wouldnt budge. Slightly irritated, I mean, he just got this radio last week -Bastard likes to push things off the counter- he was hoping it wouldnt break, he twisted it the other way. Still silence.

"H-lo"

Aizawa stopped immediately. Hearing the voice break through, quickly going back to, what he assumes is the channel, he waits for it to come back.

"I- on- is-or-"

"What" Aizawa spoke up, ever more confused. Moving away, he opens one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulls out a pen and paper. Quickly going back to the radio, he tried turning the knob again, hoping it would make the voice more clear.

"I dont -ow- if- yone- hears -is, bu-"

Quickly writing down what he hears, Aizawa just wished the radio would pick it up better. Waiting for the voice to appear again he wonders what is happening.

"An at-ck a- U-. Repeat a- -tack-. M- name is-............Liste- do- not go to the tra-g ca-. All- O- till- ive. I- -till -live. All- nee- successor- soon. If you heard that tell the police- n- heroes. Tel- them- Shig-........Tou-....Not much time left. I need them to know now. There is- a-"

Moving his head upward, eyes wide. Aizawa stares at the radio. Not a single noise coming from it. Deathly quiet for a few minutes, until a soft jazz song starts playing. Aizawa, still in shock, turned off the radio, not once turning the knob in any way.

Glancing down at the notepad, he tries to fill in the blanks, hoping to figure out the message-no warning.

"What are you warning us about?" Aizawa mutters, mind reeling in concentration. Unable to decipher the first few, what he thinks is, sentences, he skipped over them but kept them in mind.

"I dont know if anyone hears this, but-silence-...An attack-at somewhere-...Repeat an attack. My name is-silence again-...Listen, do not go to the -someplace that starts with a 't'-...All -something- till -"till" what?- live...I -"till live"...still alive maybe?-...All -something again- successor soon. If you heard that, tell the police and heroes. Tell them -"Shig" who?- ...another few seconds of silence, then something I have no clue about-...Not much time left. I need them to know now. There is a..-then it stops.-"

Saying it out loud made Aizawa sound crazy, but this warning was important. He just didnt know how or what it really meant.

His hand moved to rub his temple, getting a headache at this. He quickly writes the name of the channel he was last on, thinking it was the one with the warning, *side note he wrote the right one*. Setting the notepad down, he drags his feet to the couch and lays on it. Not even a minute has passed before he passes out. Trying to get in as much sleep. His last thought was thinking on how he should bring this up to Nezu the next day.

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Its been a month since the warning and everyday he checks the channel anytime he gets the chance. Nothing happens each passing day. It almost felt like it never happened.

Little did he know, channel FM 20.52 never broke off schedule ever again.

Author's Note: Remember short stories are a part of the plot and offical chapters. They can be set in the past, present, or future.