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Sitting in the principal’s office of Aldera junior high after school was Midoriya Izuku. His hair is in a mess, more than usual. Deep eye bags that wouldn’t go away even if he had used the best makeup that he could afford or even eight hours of sleep. his eyes were a dull green but seemed to be glowing with life at the same time. the school uniform that he wore was unbuttoned and a little wrinkly clearly not cared about or taken care of. Bright red high top shoes that assaulted eyes were paired with it, and if the sleeves of his uniform were rolled up like they were occasionally you would see many scars some faded and some new. The way that he sat in one of the Principal’s (that he hadn’t bothered to learn the name of yet) office chair showed that he clearly had no respect for anyone present; he was leaning farther back than necessary, legs in a bit man spread, arms crossed, and a deep scowl set on his face looking out of the window that opened up to the school courtyard, sitting across from the Principal waiting for his newer foster parents to come.
The Principal’s arms were crossed as well and he was and was staring at Izuku who didn’t bother looking back at him. When he did take the time to look at him before when he was being escorted to the office he noticed that the principal was quite tall (not that that was saying anything with how short Izuku was, only 5’2”), though he had a belly he clearly had quite a bit of muscle underneath, and he had quite the receding hairline but he decided not to comment on that aloud. The one glance that Izuku had taken of the man at the beginning let him see the contemplative expression on his face, probably wondering how he could have gotten into a fight within less than a day at his school or even how he was going to deal with him for the rest of the year because it was clear that he was going to end up in the office a lot. Soon the one-sided staring contest was broke by his newest set of foster parents coming in, that had the audacity to look worried and disappointed when they looked over at him seeing the black eye forming on his left eye. The man stood up to shake hands with both of his foster parents, then they were all seated and his suffering began once more.
“Hello, Mrs. and Mr.Nakamura I’m Mr.Kubo. As you have been previously informed Midoriya here had gotten into a fight with Bakugou Katsuki one of our other students. From what our witnesses of the fight have said, he was the first one to throw a punch-” Izuku gave a scoff everyone in the rooms faces’ curled into distaste at his interruption but made no move to stop him from speaking up.
“that’s a fuckin’ lie” his voice was barely above a whisper but just enough for the adults in the room to turn to him and glare with hardened eyes. Izuku didn’t meet any of their glares continuing to stare out the window of the office lest he dare say another word in defense of himself and make whatever punishment he got worse. Mr.Kubo looked away from him and back at his foster parents.
“As I was saying, since he has gotten into a fight with another student Usually we would be discussing his punishment, but today, since it is his first day at school and because of his situation” Which one thought? The quirk thing that he has going on, or the fact that he’s in the foster system? He'd really like the bitch to tell him “we have decided to let him off the hook with a warning for now, but! If this does happen again he will first receive a week-long detention, and then if it happens again after that he will have an in-school suspension for three days.” Izuku zoned out during the rest of the just wonderful conversation that was happening between three people that he didn’t care about and that obviously didn’t care about him. The school’s staff didn’t even bother to take him to the nurse first before they decided to take him down to the office.
After they had ended the conversation Izuku and the Nakamuras slightly rushed to the car and back to their house. Dinner was a little louder than usual that night. Not that that was saying a lot, most of the time they sat in silence. Mr.Nakamura set down his fork and knife, quickly wiped off the food that was on his mouth with his napkin and set that down too. He looked up and over to Izuku contemplating what to say to him. Izuku simply looked up at him with a raised eyebrow but continuing to eat.
“Do you want to tell us why you punched that boy?” Izuku stopped eating and stared down at his food trying not to let too many emotions out. He really wanted to cry, scream, throw a fucking chair at them for god’s sake, or basically anything that could express how he felt, why he hit the entitled shit at school. He swallowed his emotions with a bite of food, the Nakamura’s didn’t even trust him, so they sure as hell wouldn’t want to deal with his emotions either, so Izuku didn’t trust them either and didn’t let any of his rage come out.
“Not really. Not like anyone ever trusts me anyway.” His voice was strong, final, annoyed and absolutely drenched in sarcasm, the last part seemingly added on as an afterthought of the first. Mrs.Nakamura looked at him and frowned in what looked like a condescending way to Izuku he couldn’t really tell from under his bangs.
“You haven’t given us any good reason to aft-” Izuku’s fork was set onto the table just enough to make a loud ‘clink’ and he looked up at them eyes burning.
“Any good reason my ass, I’m going to my room.” He stood up going to the sink and washed off his dishes the Nakamuras looking at him all the while. Soon done with washing his dishes Izuku walked down the hallway to his small bedroom and closing the door. Finally feeling calm after a very tense day Izuku flopped down onto his bed. Griping his blankets he tensed and relaxed.
He had moved to this foster home barely a month ago and school just started today. He hadn’t slept almost at all the night before causing him to be in a worse mood than he was usually in.
Most of the day had passed fairly normally. The teacher didn’t make him say that he didn’t have a quirk in front of the class so that was a plus, but during the last passing period before the final hour he had found Bakugou one of his homeroom classmates pushing another kid into the lockers saying something that the kid obviously wasn’t too proud of with the way that he was shaking and the beginning of tears forming in his eyes, and that’s when it all went to shit. Bakugou ended up being more bruised and battered than himself even though he had used his quirk. Izuku walked up to him and he did try to talk to Bakugou before resulting to violence, but the fucker wasn’t having it and decided to punch him in the eye, he obviously returned the favor with a punch in the gut. Bakugou’s “friends” -because let’s be honest they ain’t- just stood by and watched, for the most part, some of them ran away afraid that their “great leader” was being beaten up. The fight ended when a teacher from some other class heard the commotion from outside of their classroom. Only Bakugou had ended up going to the nurse’s office and Izuku was dragged to the principal’s office because of course, the staff believed the student that A) had a quirk and B) was basically the “star student” from previous years, that Izuku could already tell that he was not.
What had pissed him off more than the entire day put together was the fact of the conversation he had with his foster parents about their “trust” at dinner. Apparently, no one told his “new owners” as he liked to call them, at this point he was treated more like a rabid fucking dog- that he had a knife collection and he guess that that's called “keeping secrets” and “dangerous” so he had “lost their trust” and the knife collection was confiscated. The knife collection that he worked hard for and gotten quite a few as gifts from the few friends that he ever had (mostly some adults and older teens).
Izuku sat up from his plain bed to look around his plain room. Jesus, he couldn’t fucking stand it, the way that the room he currently occupied held no personality though all his previous rooms were like that. They had said that he could decorate his room however he wanted to but with the way he rarely ever stayed longer than nine months at any foster home and it’s not like he had anything to decorate it with, he only had two boxes full of his stuff that usually stayed in the boxes. The bed was covered in grey sheets and had blue blankets on top. The walls were all blank except for the one across his bed that had a desk and a few shelves. From what he could remember the room at his home before anything had changed was covered from floor to ceiling with many posters. Many of those had come from hi-. Oh god, that train of thought is a one way trip to spiral town and that is the last place he ever wants to be.
Slipping on a dark hoodie and pocketing his phone-because what idiot would go out where he was going without some form of communication, and if you thought of bringing some form of money and that’s just asking to get mugged. He opened the window in the bedroom that led out to the alleyway next to the apartment as quietly as he could to not notify the other occupants of the house, not that they would check his room tonight or in the morning to see if he was there. It had still squeaked and Izuku winced in response to the noise. Stepping on to the fire escape he put his hood up covering his dark green hair and climbed down the stairs. Hopping down from the last step he started to make his way up to the slum area, where a lot of underground business goes down. Surprisingly not a lot of people care when they see a 13-year-old wandering around the streets. It’s not like he was ever trying to look for trouble but usually, it found him, and no one tended to care.
It was really starting to get dark now, the street lamps lighting up, stores closing, and all the people of the underground were coming out while the last of the nine-five workers were going home along with most heros. To most people that would be scary, the fact that no one was around to save him if he would need the help, but not to him. Izuku felt dare he say safe in those closed in alleys. He had been walking around in several cities undergrounds since he was six. It had started to become a routine thing for him when he just needed to get away from the naiveness of the middle class that the system usually put him in. Though that wasn’t the original reason it was reason enough now and he often found it more comforting in the dark. Just the way that he was practically unrecognizable -more than usual- in the dark gave him comfort. He remembers one of the old American superhero movies with Batman. He was one of the things that kept giving him hope when he was younger. One of the few items stored away in one of his boxes that he has is a Batman movie, It’s the one that has a quote that reminds him a lot of himself, “you were not born in the darkness you claimed it,” or something along those lines, it has been a while since he was able to watch it.
He had considered a few times running away and going underground like some of the people -could they be considered friends?- that he knew, but how could he be a hero like that? Faking and Identity would be a bit far to get into a hero school. He could be a vigilante but eh, he didn’t want to deal with avoiding the cops and pros. As much as he was an adrenaline junkie sometimes that would just be straight up stressful. Now don’t get him wrong his sleep schedule is already fucked up as it is and he can handle more than the average amount of stress but you know it’s not necessarily his favorite thing to do. Sometimes he had acted like a vigilante but the police couldn’t do shit about it in the end when he did. He always acted in self-defense and he didn’t have a quirk to break the law with anyway.
Speaking of him technically not being a small time vigilante, he heard a commotion coming from one of the alleyways he was walking by.
Awww shit here we go again.
Walking into the fairly narrow alley he sees a man in his late thirties or so threatening a guy that seemed to be in his twenties with a knife to his throat. Izuku had to hand it to the guy with the knife, very creative. Not.
Walking quietly a little further into the alley he pulled out his phone and called the police like a reasonable and responsible citizen. It barely hit the first dial before the operator answered.
“911 what’s your emergency?” the oldest man turned around at hearing the muffled talking to see Izuku on the phone standing at the entrance of the dead-end alley. Looking closer he recognized him as a jail escapee from a few years ago.
“Uhhh yeah I’m in an alley off of 32nd SW rd, and this guy seems to be mugging or threatening this other guy with a knife, and oh he looks like a jail escapee from a while ago so there's that.” the two other people were in shock at him openly calling the police in front the assaulter.
“All right, I’m sending some nearby officers and heroes, they’re currently on their way-” the voice over the phone was cut off by a little more than upset criminal.
“Yo! What the fuck do yah think yar doin’?! Hah?!” the man was backing away from the other to move towards Izuku and now was in a mind you very sloppy fighting stance and the position of the knife glinting in the little streetlight that reached them. The man that previously had a knife to his throat had backed up to the wall inching slowly towards the exit trembling, though he doubted he would make it out before this was over. Izuku looked up and gave the man a deadpan stare then continued to talk into the phone.
“Yeah sorry I’m going to have to hang up thanks though.” He pulled the phone away from his face before he could hear the operator could protest and pressed the end button slipping his phone into his pocket. “The real question is what the fuck are you doing? If you want money you could just get a job at McDonalds yah know.”
The nonchalant comment made the man’s face turn red, Izuku could almost see the cartoon smoke coming out of his ears and noes. Izuku’s body tensed ready for any action when he saw the man’s who he now dubbed Red- feet shift ready to launch forward. As soon as Red was close to him Izuku moved to the side. Red not hitting his target stumbled but catching himself before he had hit the ground and turned around. He didn’t know how Red had turned even redder than he already was but surprising things happen every day. Standing up fully Red decided to be a little smarter than before, instead of lunging forward before like an idiot, he was inching slowly to Izuku trying to get close enough to slash at something vital with his knife without him dodging. Izuku’s eyes flickered over Red’s body. Quickly he caught the slight twitch in Red’s right hand signaling he was going to attack and he was on the move before Red could process it. Swiftly grabbing Red’s wrist he moved behind him pulled the arm up and putting pressure onto a nerve in the wrist.
“aHhhn”
“Jesus, who thought that someone could be this bad at fighting, like buddy I could see you making your next move a mile away. You’re going to have to work on that. Not to mention you’re slow as fuck,” Red made a move to break out of his grasp, wriggling more than he was before. Izuku put more pressure into his grip hitting the nerve harder and pulling up farther. That made him bend his arm to try and stop the pressure and get away from him. Red’s face of frustration and pain turns to one of dread when he heard the sound of sirens. Izuku’s face had a large smirk on it. The cops had come sooner than he had expected, they could just be having a slow night though causing there reaction time to go up. “Hear that Red? looks like your going to jail for a bit.” Red’s face turned somehow even more white than it was before when he saw a Pro-Hero drop down, that Izuku recognized as Eraserhead. Wow, he needed to not fanboy right now . Pushing down his very amused smile he let go of Red’s wrist, causing him to fall down then Eraserhead quickly wrapped him up in his capture gear all the while giving Izuku a suspicious look, not that he could blame him. What 13-year-old walks around at midnight on the bad side of town in alleyways, calls the cops when they see something akin to a mugging, then proceeds to aggravate said mugger until someone that is apart of the law comes and picks the fucker up. Izuku, Izuku would, he is that 13-year-old.
Being the upstanding citizen that he already said he was he stayed in the alley with everyone else but apparently what he did was “acting as a “vigilante” and he “needed” to be “taken in” to be “questioned” so Izuku looked at them chuckled and shrugged walking to one of the police cars waiting for them to wrap up with doing a short interview with the other guy that Izuku had honest to god forgotten about and putting Red in separate vehicle from himself. Even though Izuku was willing to go with them they did end up putting him in cuffs, he was understanding about that but decided that he would fuck with them a bit because of how they would most likely treat him once they found out he was quirkless and apart of the foster system though that would depend on who will question him. They would most likely treat him like an attention seeking trouble making child that he was not. Trouble making, yes but on purpose most of the time, not really, attention seeking, hell no... maybe, just a little bit. He wasn’t going to make a ruckus until the interview but on the way to the seven or so minute ride to the police station, the two officers weren’t talking, they didn’t even turn on a radio station either and he was starting to get bored. And so the two officers however minute plus annoyment began.
“So..how was your guys’ day today?” Izuku asked with cheeriness he didn’t have as well in fake interest. He saw the two officers at the front of the car shift in their seats clearly they weren’t used to chatty passengers, at least ones that asked about their day. Izuku waited for a few seconds with no reply before he decided to talk about his day with a shit eating grin and to lower the police’s opinion of him that was probably already really low. “Okay, okay, I see how it is. Well, I’m going to talk about my day then.” He sees the officers tense at the sentence, wanting not to engage but not wanting to listen to it either. “So you know how today, or is it yesterday now? What time is it you guys?” absolute silence. “...That’s kinda rude. Well anyways I started my first day at school, I moved recently and now I’m at a new school which kinda sucks but I mean it’s not like I had any friends at my last school to begin with but ya know what can ya do?” He could almost hear the others internal groans at his description of his day but he’s not gonna stop until they leave him alone in an interrogation room. “Anyway, I didn’t sleep for shit the night before so it was already starting out to be a bad day, but like surprisingly no one actually talked to me for almost the rest of the day so I was doing pretty damn okay but then, But then It was passing period before the last class and this guy from my homeroom, I’m gonna call him Pom, because he looked like a fucking little ass Pomeranian, Pom decided to pick a fight with me, I tried to talk him down from it like the reasonable person I am and he just fuckin’ punched me in the eye, and as you can see I now have a black eye. He was reeling back for another hit and as I said before like the reasonable person I am I punched him back because you can’t just punch another person and try it again without them defending themselves. It ended up going to a full-blown fight that went passed passing period but eventually, a teacher found us but guess what, guess fucking what.”
“What?” One of the police officers had actually responded making Izuku’s sarcastic demeanor turn up a few notches, slightly surprised by the response, not that it showed.
“Well, I’ll tell you what. First of all, that kid got taken to the nurse and I didn’t. Like I understand I barely had any visible bruising or like bleeding, but seriously come on you’re not gonna check on one of your students, what kind of school does that?! And they didn’t even give me a fucking ice pack! Seriously what the hell!? But that’s not all though, I was taken immediately down to the principal's office and fucking Pom didn’t end up going down there once they heard Pom and his friend's story they just accepted it like a fucking law. Like I’m sorry what? What was that bullshit? And then they called over my fuckin’ guardians and spewed more bullshit at them- oh we here,” He said as they pulled up to the station.
The two officers pulled him out of the car taking him into the station gently compared to how other people can be taken in. Looking around the room it seemed that a lot of people were looking at him in confusion. Skimming the crowd of the lobby one of the what he assumed to be a criminal snarled at him when they made eye contact. Izuku just blinked at him giving him an unimpressed stare. Surprisingly the guy that was most likely two times his height flinched, making a corner of his mouth turn up and his head turn away from observing all the people in the room. Once they were out of the lobby Izuku continued to fill up the silence.
“Ummm where was I at? Oh! Right, so my guardians came over to the school and by the time they came, it was the end of the day so almost everyone was gone, oh, and another thing they didn’t even talk to me about a punishment until my guardians came over! I mean come on! What the hell kind of school does that?! Well, I didn’t really get a punishment because they were lenient 'cause it was the first day of school and all. But they talked about some other stuff with the principal but I wasn’t paying attention. Then we went back to the house and I thought I was finally going to get some peace and quiet at dinner, but no they asked me why I punched Pom and I answered them saying I didn’t wanna tell them cus’ they wouldn’t believe me, and they were all like ‘there’s a reason we don’t trust you Izuku’” he had impersonated his foster parents in a whiny voice that cause a few officers around him to chuckle that made Izuku smile a little more sincerely knowing that he was making normally stock police officers laugh “So my day was, all in all, pretty shitty, and I’ll tell ya’ll the rest when one of you guys interrogate me” The rest of the walk was in a surprisingly comfortable silence unlike how it was at the beginning in the car ride. Though it may not seem like it to most people he does mostly everything with a purpose. What may seem like a normal ranting session to the adults in the room was a way to get them to warm up to him and not be as tense. The way he rants was also helpful, he was often told by the few people that he had ever ranted to that he got really funny when it happened, even if it was about some stupid shit that wasn’t even funny.
As he was put into the interrogation room he was not surprised. It was a typical interrogation room, from what Izuku could tell by the fair share that he has been in. All white walls, a one-way mirror, and the typical metal table and chairs. Though anyone can tell you that, he was looking at the more finer details. The dents in the table, the way it was nailed down to the floor with especially high durability too. The different scuffs on the wall and their heights, what could have caused them along with the ones on the glass. Finally, looking at the door could see that there were scrape marks from when the door opens.
Somehow he managed to zone out because when he looked back in front of him was what looked to be a detective. He doesn’t remember the door opening or the man sitting down in front of him. Maybe he didn’t zone out though? He usually isn't that spacey, and it’s been a hot minute since he last slept if he’s recalling correctly.
If Izuku were to stand up the man would be about the same height as him if he was still sitting. Somehow he had also managed to have a blank but yet kind face while being plain but having an aura of respect around him. Not the kind that demanded respect, the kind that just kinda had it because they were a good person. If he was being honest here he kinda looked like a dad. The kind that went to their son’s baseball game even though they were busy.
“Hello, I am Detective Tsukauchi and I’ll be conducting your interrogation today.-” Before the Detective could finish all of what he was going to say the previous blank face Izuku burst out into laughter. Tsukauchi looked slightly surprised and confused although he contained it well, it was still evident. Izuku was wheezing by the two-minute mark of laughing finally trying to catch his breath.
“Okay, okay, I’m-not-” laughter continued for a few seconds before dying down and really catching his breath. “Okay, I’m really okay now. Oh my god! You sounded like a bored employee ordering someone's food!” Completely gaining his composure he smiled at the detective, not intimidatingly just a calm smile, one that he hasn’t used in a while it feels a little weird on his face. “Sorry 'bout that, you can continue.” Detective nodded taking out his notepad.
“Well, I’ll just get right into it. Could you tell me your name?” Izuku leaned back as far as he could with his hands chained to the table trying to look as much like a child that just had ten pounds of sugar to annoy as many people as he could.
“Midoriya Izuku”
“And what’s your quirk?” He stopped his eyes wandering around the room to look at the Detective with a bit of puppy eyes and a pout on his face.
“Don’t have one” Tsukauchi eyebrows raise when his quirk didn’t go off. Izuku smiled at the change of facial expressions even if it was only slightly.
“Alright from what I’ve been told is that you called the police, told them about what you thought was a mugging, you hung up abruptly and when some of our officers came you were restraining the man that was previously threatening the other before the pro came correct?” Detective Tsukauchi paused waiting for the teen's response.
“Sounds about right,” he said with his hand on his chin nodding.
“Would you mind telling me your point of view?”
“Yeah, no problemo. So I was just walking around town, you probably want to know why I was walking around that late right” Tsukauchi bobbed his head confirming his statement. “Well, I was out because I had a little argument with my foster parents, nothing too bad though, and just kind of went out my window and started to wander around. I was probably out for a couple of hours when I heard a bit of a ruckus coming from an alley I was passing by. And like the very smart person that I am, I looked down seeing that one guy pushed up against the wall by Red, the mugger, I’ll tell you why I call him that later. But anyway I called the police at the entrance of the ally and Red ended up hearing me so I had to hang up ‘cause he had a knife and obviously wasn’t afraid to use it. I may or may not have made a comment that may or may have not been to purposely aggravate him which made him turn really Red, henceforth the name that I am calling him. After that Red lunged at me, I dodged and once later when he got close enough to me I grabbed his wrist put pressure on a nerve, I can’t remember the name of it, and pulled his arm up behind him. A couple of seconds after that Mr.Eraserhead came over and properly restrained Red then the cops were there and you know the rest.” The detective was finishing up his notes before looking up at Izuku.
“Thank you for that Midoriya. Since you acted in self-defense and didn't use a quirk, you are free to go but we will have to contact you guardians about this,” Izuku’s eyes harden eyebrows furrowing, mouth turning neutral and shoulders tensing ever so slightly.
“Do you really have to though? I mean It’s not like anything serious happened anyway.” Izuku knew this wasn’t likely to work especially since this was the police station in Musutafu, from the few times that he had been here he had noticed they tend to follow protocol better and don’t have as much prejudice as other stations.
“Sorry Midoriya, but we do have to inform your guardians somehow, not to mention we can’t just let you wander around for the rest of the night you are a minor,” Izuku was no longer leaning back instead his elbows were on the table his head in his hands. If his owners found out he would be placed into a different house and it didn’t matter that he wasn’t actually in trouble. There is an unspoken rule of cause trouble three times and you’re out for most houses, and this would be his third one after the second in no less than twenty-four hours. He didn’t want that no matter how much he hated the Nakamuras moving again so soon would be shitty.
“Okay how about someone escorts me back to my house and no one calls my foster parents how does that sound?” Tsukauchi sat there a minute contemplating the bargain. Sighing the tired detective answered.
“Alright, let me find someone to escort you back to your house” He stood up and as soon as he had left the room Izuku relaxed from his tense stature the interrogation finally over rubbing his eyes. Oh god, he was really tired. Jesus Christ when was the last time he slept? Like what 30 hours ago? Mind you that isn’t the longest he's gone without sleep but that’s still a lot. He doesn’t even have a lot of time to sleep either when he gets back to the house so he’s in for a joy ride.
The squeaking of the door brings Izuku out of his thoughts to look at Eraserhead who he would guess is the one taking him home. He notices more about him now that he can see him in the light. Eraser has eyebags that seem about on par with his own and deadpan eyes that probably scare most people shitless when they see him. Taking notice of his stature he seems to be quite tall about six feet tall and at least five inches taller than Izuku himself. Eraserhead walks over to the table taking the key in his hands to the cuffs on Izuku and unlocks them taking them off.
“Thanks, and I assume you’re going to be taking me back to my house?” The only reply he gets is a confirming grunt Izuku follows after him as they leave the police station. “Wow! Someone's really tired! Me too buddy, I think I haven’t slept in the past twenty-four hours so now I am technically legally drunk.“ Eraserhead raises his eyebrow at him probably confused as to how he’s awake right now Izuku was too honestly. Not getting a response from the Pro-Hero Izuku shuts up trying to give him peace and quiet that he most likely wanted instead of having to put up with him.
Eraserhead lets him take the lead in the walk not knowing where Izuku lives. Their walk is peaceful, Izuku somehow manages to have a little skip in his step at what he can now tell from his phone, 1 AM. The leaves from the trees around them create a small rustling sound from the soft breeze while they walk.
While Izuku has managed to stay quiet for a longer time than he would have thought he doesn’t think he can bare it being silent any longer. But what to talk about?
“So how was your day Eraserhead?” He internally cringes at the drawn-out vowels and the obvious small talk starter not letting it show though that would just ruin his aesthetic. The man side eyes him wearily.
“How do you know my name?” Izuku’s eyes widen in realization, he probably wasn’t used to people knowing his hero name without him telling them. Oof.
“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, just a fan. I like your fighting style.” Eraserheads eyes narrow at the statement. Oh, boi now he was just getting into another interrogation. Seeing his mouth open up slightly Izuku decides now is the time to speak “You can ask me as many questions you would like,” not wasting any time Eraserhead gets right into it.
“How do you know who I am?” holy shit how does he manage to sound so dead while having some interest. Goals.
“Eh, I saw you a couple of years back fighting and decided to do some research, found a few videos, they were hella low quality though, some news articles and saw your first year sports festival battle that’s all, but most didn’t have your name only a few,” It seemed like Eraserhead was slightly surprised with his answer. Most people would probably not look him up enough to find answers.
“That’s pretty impressive kid. Why were you out in the slums anyway? You clearly don’t live there if the direction we’re walking is anything to go by,” Is that a hint of concern Izuku hears? Oh my, time to be sarcastic.
“‘Cause there’re way more spicy people that are out there at night, Middle-class people are fucking bland,” he smirks at the face that Eraser makes.
“Did you just describe people as a taste,”
“Hell yeah I did. I like to add drama to my vocabulary, makes all the adults hate me more than they already do,” he moves his hands with the second sentence. There’s a pause before his next question
“Why did you call the police?” That question causes Izuku to stop walking and raise an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry what?” Eraserhead sighs.
“Why did you call the police,” Now both of Izuku’s eyebrows are raised and his mouth opens and closes before he forms a coherent sentence.
“Are you, a Pro-Hero asking me why I, a model citizen might I add, called the police when I saw a mugging?” now it’s Eraserhead’s turn to raise an eyebrow. His voice comes out exasperated.
“You could have clearly taken care of it yourself, and you have obviously have been in a similar situation before and know how to handle it well. And model citizen?” he scoffed at the words “You are clearly nothing close to a model citizen. So yes I do want to know why you called the police,” Izuku eyes him contemplating if he should give him a real answer.
“Yeah well I could have and I have, but I don’t plan on being a vigilante, though it’s not like the police can charge me for anything anyway if I was,”
“What do you mean you don’t plan on being a vigilante? And the police can’t do anything about it?” Izuku’s demeanor is relaxing slowly and he didn’t know how the pro did it. It could be because of his lack of sleep or the way that the Hero really seems Genuine about his questions. His next sentence is full of determination answering the first question but ignoring the second.
“I want to be a hero. Not like a regular hero though, I want to be underground, I do want to go to UA, though I fucking hate the media,” Eraserhead lets out a huff of breath from his nose at his last sentence, probably agreeing.
“What’s your quirk?” Izuku stays silent stealing a glance at the older man. There was a chance that the man’s reaction wouldn’t be bad, because of his quirk, but there was a chance. There was always a chance.
“Hm, It’s fine if you don’t want to share I can tell you got potential for it just from what I saw before no matter what your quirk is,” there was a pause “I was ridiculed a lot when I was younger about my quirk being “villainous”. I was in the foster system too, even kids with good quirks were treated like shit, I’m sure it’s worse now though.” Izuku takes a deep breath.
It was quiet while they were reaching up to Izuku’s house. Stepping up to the apartment entrance he put in the code before he walked in and he turned around to face Eraser.
“Thanks for the escort!” Izuku waved before he quickly walked into the building. Aizawa didn’t say anything in reply as the boy’s back was already turned and making his way deeper into the apartment. Walking back to his patrol route he cursed.
“That little fucking shit! I didn’t talk to his fucking guardians!”