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“What’s up! I heard somebody reacted to one of my videos so let’s fuckin do this” Bakugo greeted the camera. Izuku elbowed him in the ribs “What cunt?” he got a huff and an eye roll “I’m not introducing you. Fuck off.” Midoriya waved at the camera shyly.
“Let’s just get to the video” he suggested
“First smart thing you’ve said”
“I haven’t said anything-“
“Shut up and watch”
“Hi hi everyone!!” The girl greeted happily, brushing a strand of pink hair aside “So today I’m gonna be watching one of the videos you guys sent me!” She pulled up Bakugo’s video on screen “It’s a youtuber called- King Explosion Murder? That’s a… interesting name…”
“it’s a perfectly good name” Bakugo huffed defensively, arms crossed while Midoriya snickered softly.
“Printer” She read out loud with an amused look “That’s pretty straight forward” She clicked play and settled back
“I will admit, the printer was a bitch to explode” Katsuki confessed and Izuku nodded
“It took you like what? Three tries?” he asked. The blonde glared at him. “Four?”
“I will kick you off camera” he threatened.
“Okay I think- hope, this is outside”
“Backyard” Bakugo clarified
On the screen stood an old printer atop a metal table, next to that was a small standing ladder. A young blonde climbed the steps and shot a grin at the camera from the top. “You recording this time?”
“He’s so little!” she cooed
“Hey!”
“I know how to take a video” came the insulted voice from off screen.
“Oh yeah” Bakugo snickered “My useless cameraman forgets to record sometimes”
“He tries his best” Midoriya defended “I think he does a good job”
“That’s because you don’t have to deal with the insufferable bastard”
“Is he really going to-“
The blonde let out a whoop and lept down from the ladder, slamming a flaming palm to the printer and smashing it to bits, pieces of plastic and ink flying everywhere.
“HOLY-“ the girl yelped and laughed. The blonde stood there grinning and cackling, covered in ink, his palms still smoking. “Where are this kid’s parents?? Oh my god!” she kept laughing and clicked the next video that popped up. “Oh I need more of these”
Bakugo grinned while Midoriya shook his head in disappointment.
“Please don’t encourage him”
“Shut it.”
The next video was ’10 Vases’ “This sounds dangerous” she commented.
“It was”
On the screen was a table with 10 clay vases lined up in a row. The same blonde, slightly younger this time, stood at one end. He squinted at the vases. “I think I can get them all I one go” he stanced himself and raised an arm at the table with a grin.
“oh baby boy no” she whispered in horror.
Katsuki threw his head back in glee as the woman watching got closer to her screen
A large plume of fire exploded from the boy’s hand, the force of it sending him flying back with a bleeped out “FUCK”. The girl gave a terrified yelp and covered her face, peering from between her fingers. The camera followed the flying boy as he landed sprawled-out in the grass.
“Oh my god is he oka-“
The boy popped his head up and looked over at the table before throwing a fist in the air triumphantly “*bleep* YEAH!!” The camera went back to the flaming table, covered in flaming shards of clay.
“…” The boy got right back up and raced over to the table.
“All in one shot! Let’s go!” he gave the camera an evil smirk and flipped it off “Suck it Hajime! You said I couldn’t do it but guess what *bleep*! You owe me 1,000*bleep* yen *bleep*!”
The two boys laughed at the woman shaking her head in disappointment and finished up the video.
“Didn’t you fill those up with oil or something?”
“Probably, yeah”
“You’re so extra”
Aizawa puttered around on the rooftops, scuffing his feet and waiting for anyone anywhere to do anything. He hopped from building from building glancing down into the dark alleyways but aside from the occasional drunken fight, it was a rather slow night. Or at least he thought so.
When his patrol route took him past the alleyway behind a small convenience store, he couldn’t help but slow at the sound of soft humming and hissing. He cautiously peeked around the corner and saw-
“What the fuck?” he breathed out softly. A tiny hooded figure was spray painting the final touches of a golden oak on the brick wall in front of him.
“Alright what color should I tag this?” they asked out loud to seemingly no one, digging through the dark backpack on the floor beside them. A quick glance at their phone before giving a hum of approval. “Green it is!” they reached in but before the can could be pulled out, the figure noticed the hero lurking in the alley. The two stared at each other for a few moments, the figure startled at the fact they were caught and Shota surprised that he’d been spotted.
The moment was ruined however, when the small thing yelled “SHIT”, zipped up the pack, swung it over their shoulder and dashed away alarmingly fast.
“Stop right there!” he called out as he gave chase, not that people ever did. With great agility and grace, the tiny person hopped up on a dumpster before grabbing and speeding up the ladder leading to the roof. Aizawa couldn’t help but grin. Finally something interesting.
Midoriya hummed the tune of “A Hero’s Beginning” to himself, dancing slightly as he did and shaking the can of white in his hand as he added the final touches to his latest masterpiece.
“Alright. What color should I tag this?” he asked the camera attached to his chest. Midoriya gave a quick glance at the livestream’s chat on his phone, green being the top color suggested. Not a bad choice I suppose. “Green it is!” he announced, kneeling down to put back the white and rifle through his backpack full of paint cans for the color he needed. Something shifted out of the corner of his eye and Izuku looked up. Another cat? Or is it a dog this ti- he froze at the very human-like figure standing at the entrance of the alley. He peered at it suspiciously, trying to figure out how long they’d been standing there and whether or not they were a danger- Holy fucking shit that’s Eraserhead. I’m so fucking screwed oh no oh no oh no
“SHIT” he finally blurted out, mind racing with panic as he quickly zipped up his bag, swung it on and bolted towards the shadows. Oh god did he see me?? Ohhhhh Nooooooooooo~
“Hey! Stop right there!” the hero called out, footsteps following behind. Pure instinct led Midoriya up the side of the building, thoughts racing a hundred miles an hour. I’m only 11!! I’m too young to get arrested!!
Once at the top, Izuku darted around the AC units and lept across to the building next door before ducking around the entrance to the stairs
“IfuckedupIfuckedupIfuckedup!!”he hissed, glancing at his livestream now blowing up with exclamations and questions “Shiiiiiiiit that was Eraserhead I’m so screwed” he scanned around panickily. “WhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo??!”
run.
Ure so screwed XD
finish tagging the painting you coward
get away!!!
tag the art
U gotta tag it bro
The chat filled up with more similar comments “I hate every single one of you right now” he sighed, already pulling out the can he needed and a devious grin spreading behind his mask. He did a quick scan, slid down to the ground and doubled back to the alley. He slid to a stop in front of his tree and hastily began drawing his signature flower to mark it as his own. (Go look up the Hong Kong flag. Its basically that but dots instead of stars)
“Are you shitting me?” came the incredulous scoff from the entrance of the alley. Izuku made eye contact with the hero standing there, flashed a grin he knew the other couldn’t see and sprayed the final dot on the petal. And then he ran like hell.
The kid was fast, you had to give them that Aizawa thought begrudgingly to himself as he raced after the tiny blur. He scrambled after them on the ladder, dodging the AC units before making it to the edge.
“Where the hell did they go??” he hissed, looking around frantically “There’s no way I lost them… is there?” Shota paced the roof, searching for the vandal before sighing Must’ve used their quirk to get away. He climbed down the ladder and began to make his way back to his patrol route when he heard the familiar rattle and hiss of a spray can No way. They’re not that stupid. He bolted back to the alley before skidding to a stop at the opening and sure enough, the small figure was there, painting who the hell knows what.
“Are you shitting me??” he gaped. They looked up at him and made deliberate eye contact, dark eyes glinting dangerously and for a moment he thought they were about to attack. But instead they insolently flashed him a wink, spray-painted the last dot and ran. Aizawa stood there for a split second of shock at this blatant show of recklessness before barking out a laugh and giving chase.
This time he was able to make it to the top before the other could disappear like they did 3 minutes ago, watching as the small hooded figure bounded over to the next building and vanished behind the ac units. He raced after them, longer, more experienced legs letting him think he could catch up before the figure would quickly dart around, of worse, over obstacles and he’d fall behind again. It must be their quirk. They probably have some agility or speed quirk. On a straightaway he tried to use his capture scarf on the vandal, but they twisted away narrowly and he had to spend precious seconds untangling himself from a pole.
The figure seemed to be talking to itself as it ran, Shota occasionally picking up on muttered curses. He grinned as the person seemed to tire, slowing ever so slightly. He’d just almost caught up when the vandal threw themselves off the side of the roof. He skidded to a panicked stop and saw them… perfectly fine. They had landed on a window ledge where they skirted over to a phone line and began making their way across like a tightrope walker. “Holy cow” They have amazing balance.
He followed them to the other side and waited until they were in clear view to activate his quirk. They gave a high-pitched yelp and toppled out of view. Damn. He ran over to the roof access and shot his scarf instinctively. They caught nothing. “The fuck?” That’s when he noticed the door slightly ajar. Shooting a stream of expletives, he threw the door open and started down. Stairs. It had to be stairs. I'm getting too old for this shit.
Midoriya ran as fast as his tiny legs allowed him over the many obstacles in an effort to escape the Pro-Hero. “I’m so dead!!” he shrieked, mainly to himself “I shouldn’t have gone back!” he bounded expertly over, under and around the surprising amount of objects on the roof tops. Who the fuck keeps a trashcan up here??! He swerved around and kept going. The Hero would catch up, almost within capture scarf distance and Izuku would have to either throw something in his way or duck around something.
One particularly close call he’d almost gotten himself caught but had dodged in time and Eraserhead had gotten himself stuck.
“Please tell me that stalled him” he whimpered, tossing a glance over his shoulder. The man quickly untangled himself and kept running “God fucking dammit why??!!” Izuku could feel himself slowing down and he began to panic. I need to buy some time.
He saw the hero getting dangerously close and pulled a move he’d only done with the rest of his crew around. He quickly turned and lept off the side, narrowly missing a ledge on the way down. He landed on a window sill and tottered dangerously before pressing against the wall. His gymnastics kicked in and he lept onto the telephone wire pole nearby before climbing up and trying to get to the other building on the wires. He put one shaky foot on the swaying cables and just about turned himself in right then and there. It’s just like the balance beam. No biggie. Just a thin, highly unstable, balance beam meters over hard concrete. A nervous laugh escaped him as he made his way across as fast as he dared. No biggie~ This is fine! I can do it! The moment his foot landed on the other pole, he lept off onto the roof and resisted the urge to collapse and kiss the safe, solid roof under him.
He kept going though, hearing Eraserhead starting to catch up again. How does he do it?? I’m exhausted! He grabbed onto the wall in front of him and hefted himself up. When he reached the top however, he felt something like cold, slithering hands running down his spine, trying to reach for something that wasn’t there. The feeling startled him so much he practically fell off the miniature building he was perched on. As he fell, he caught a glimpse of the Hero running at him, hair levitating and a red gleam under his goggles.
He caught himself roughly before smashing his face onto the cement. “Fuck, he just used his quirk on me. That was the freakiest feeling ever.” he wheezed, looking around for a quick exit before noting the door behind him. He rattled the door handle to find it locked. “Damn!” he backed up and glanced over the doorway to check for the hero before running straight at the entrance. Please open, please don’t break my arm, pretty please don’t break my arm- the door slammed open and Izuku almost toppled down the stairway before catching himself on the doorway. He shut the door behind him and lept over the rails.
He lept from one rail to another down the staircase, making it to the third floor before hearing the door above open. “shit” he cursed and tumbled over the rail onto the actual stairs. He threw the floor door open and raced down the hall, getting weird looks and startled yelps from the adults in the hallway as he raced past them. Hallway window hallway window please let there be a hallway window! No hallway window, just my luck. He slipped into the nearest restroom, ignoring the surprised squeal from the woman inside and did a quick scan. Yes! Bathroom window! He jumped up to the ledge, pried the small gap open and popped his head outside to spot a dumpster underneath. Perfect! He slung off his backpack and shoved it out the window before finally shimmying himself out after it.
There was a loud crash as he fell into the garbage bags that thankfully seemed to be full of mainly papers. Izuku quickly grabbed his bag and crawled out of the trash. He shoved his backpack under a couple boxes and slid under the dumpster at the first sound of footsteps. He lay there for a few moments before finally realizing he was still streaming. Wiggling around in what little space he had, the boy pulled the camera out from under him and his surprisingly still intact phone from his pocket.
He placed the camera where his viewers could still see his covered face and unlocked his phone to view the live chat, now full of panicked comments and claims of it all being staged. Midoriya heard footsteps coming in his direction and he froze, quickly turning off his phone and making a hushing motion at the Go-Pro. He lay there silently as the hero’s steps walked right by him, letting out a sigh he hadn’t known he’d been holding when he saw them turn the corner out of view.
“I think he’s gone” Izuku confided quietly to his viewers “But just in case I’m gonna stick around under here for a while, just to be on the safe side.” He pulled out his phone again “You guys can leave, or if you want to keep watching, then send me questions or something”
He spent the next 20 or so minutes laying under a dumpster, quietly answering questions and laughing at the crappy jokes they sent him. After a while he finally popped his head out and scanned the area as best he could.
“Okay. I think we’re good,” he sighed to the camera he clutched shakily “Well, I’m gonna end the stream here alright guys? Don’t forget to like and subscribe and I’ll see you in the next video!” he gave a little wave and turned the camera off, breathing a tired sigh as he slumped against the cool cement of the alleyway. He stayed there on the floor, half under a dumpster, half out before finally wriggling out. Izuku pulled his backpack out from under the boxes and shoved his hoodie and bandanna into it before slinging it on and creeping slowly out the alley, keeping a wary eye out for Eraserhead.
It was almost 1 in the morning when Izuku finally got back home, slipping through his bedroom window silently through the fire exit he’d scaled. He had just enough energy to lock the window, toss his bag in the closet, kick off his boots and make it to the bed before knocking out the moment his head hit the mattress.
He slept the whole next day, thank god for weekends.
When Shota walked into the teachers lounge before the school day started, seeing Hizashi standing by his desk grinning widely and holding a laptop which was unwanted but not too unusual.
“Mornin’ Mic” he greeted exhaustedly as he sat down at his desk, wanting nothing more but for his loudmouth friend to leave him alone this early in the morning. The blonde simply grinned back, looking ready to burst
“GOOD MORNING!” he replied, seeming to be trying to hold back laughter. Aizawa shot him a weird look and went back to work.
“Oh my god Mic just tell him!!” Midnight cackled from her own desk. Shota looked up again and saw the whole office was now looking at him with weird expressions, some laughing to themselves behind their hands.
“Okay, is someone gonna tell me what’s going on or am I gonna have to force it out of someone?” he snapped, glaring at his co-workers.
“You’re trending on YouTube!!” Hizashi howled, almost dropping his laptop with how hard he was laughing. Aizawa just blinked indifferently back
“Okay? And?”
“Dude!!” the blonde wheezed back “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the video yet!!!”
“What video??”
“Holy fuck!” Midnight laughed, racing over “You gotta show him!”
Mic quickly typed into the search bar on his laptop and put the video in front of his friend grinning wildly
“I almost get arrested by Eraserhead (not clickbait) Mic what the fuck is this??” he read out looking puzzled as he clicked play on the livestream.
The whole room watched with baited breaths as they watched the expression on their fellow teacher go from indifferent to confused to pissed.
“That little shit! She was recording the whole time!” he yelled, shaking the laptop when he saw himself having to untangle his scarf onscreen. Hizashi and Nemuri were dying by the time Aizawa had finished watching, quirk unconsciously activated and hair floating around him.
“Hey hey hey hey!! Watch the screen!” Mic yelped as he slammed the laptop closed and marched fuming out of the room. Midnight turned over to Thirteen
“Please tell me you got that” she wheezed and they held up a phone giving her a thumbs up
“Every. Last. Second.” They told her, which only caused Hizashi and Midnight to crack up all over again
“Oi petunia” Bakugo snarled slamming a camera on the counter “I need you to record for me” Shinsou looked up from the drink he was making and glared at him
“Why me? Doesn’t Izuku usually do this shit for you?” he asked, putting the cup in the machine to seal it
“Yeah, but the little shit is busy at the moment. Out on a run or something” Katsuki explained with a dismissive wave, leaning on the counter
“Oh and I’m not?” he retorted, gesturing to the shop around him and sliding the drink onto the pick-up counter “NUMBER 346 IS READY! I have work dude.” He rinsed out the blender “I can’t just leave”
“Come on~” the blonde grinned “Take a break.”
“No”
“I’ll give you 1050 yen~” he drawled, which made Shinsou pause and consider
“2100” he told him putting the blender to dry
“1600” Katsuki bargained “And I’ll buy you one of your own coffees for you”
“The cream one my parents won’t let me have?”
“Yup”
“Deal.” They shook on it and Hitoshi took off his apron, balled it up and tossed it under the counter. “KATASHI!! I’M GOING ON BREAK!” he called out and slid over the counter
“OKAY!” came the response from the kitchen “YOU BETTER HAVE NOT SLID OVER THE COUNTER AGAIN TWERP!”
“Too late”
“So I just hold it?”
“Yes. Have you never used a camera before??” Katsuki huffed as he set up for the video
“Of course I have moron” Shinsou snapped with a roll of his eyes “But this isn’t a regular camera, it’s all weird” he clicked something “Whoops. I think I pressed the power”
“Oh my god you’re worse than the nerd” he growled and stalked over, snatching the camera and turning it back on “Click this button to start recording and this one to stop. Don’t click anything else got it?”
“Got it blondie” Hitoshi grinned, pressing record the moment Bakugo turned his back “What am I even recording?”
“I’m gonna blow up 4 dozen eggs” Katsuki answered and the grin on Shinsou’s face dropped
“You’re gonna WHAT??!!”
Izuku hummed softly to himself as he got off the train, pulling his hood down a bit more and raising up his mask to make sure his freckles were covered. He began recording once he hit the street, climbing and racing over different buildings and letting his feet pound on the cement to match his heartbeat. He took a breather atop a satellite holder, humming along to the music playing from his earbuds. He looked over the skyline, getting up to take a quick picture of it all lit up.
I love this side of town. The view is always amazing. He noticed a particular building farther off and practically toppled off in excitement. Could it be? He quickly climbed down and began making his way over to it
Hizashi took a chug of his coffee as he clicked off and pressed play on the playlist, spinning around idly in his chair before stretching
“How’d I do?” he asked the assistants from behind the glass. One of the interns sitting at the sound control panel gave him a thumbs up
“You did good Mic-san” they said into his headphones and he grinned back, continuing to spin and look out at the night.
“It’s so nice out tonight” he sighed “Real quiet too-“ his thoughts were interrupted by a small figure hopping over buildings towards him “What the?” he hung his headphones around his neck and went over to the window, watching with growing fascination at the person leaping their way over. They finally stopped in front of the window and waved excitedly at the hero inside, black mask grinning at him with sharp teeth printed on it. He laughed and waved back “Well hello to you too little listener!” the person held up a finger for him to wait and pulled off their backpack, before taking a notebook and pen out of it and scribbling frantically. They pressed the paper to the window for Hizashi to make out the message
“I’m a huge fan!! I’m listening to your radio station right now!!” Yamada let out a laugh
“Fudo-kun! Get me a notepad!” he called to the intern, who came in a few moments later with a legal pad
“Oh hey!” he said as he handed the note pad over “It’s that guy from YouTube! Haya!” Mic snapped his fingers
“That’s where I’ve seen him!” he cried scribbling on the paper and holding it up for the person on the other side
“Youre the dude from youtube right? the one where Sho Eraserhead chased you?” The figure seemed to shrink as they nodded sheepishly “THAT WAS FREAKIN HILARIOUS!! I STILL HAVE HIS REACTION VIDEO!!” the person perked up immediately and wrote back
“Was he mad?”
“absolutely furious! It was the best thing i’ve ever seen!!”
“lol >:3c” Mic cracked up at that, as did the other assistants who had come in to watch the exchange
Oh my gosh oh my gosh!! I’m actually talking to Present Mic right now!! Izuku thought giddily
“how old are you anyway?” the hero wrote. Izuku considered lying and shrugged before putting down his real age
“12” Present Mic practically toppled over before quickly writing out something new
“YOURE TELLING ME A 12 YEAR OLD OUT RAN ERASER?!?”
“technically I was 11 at the time” he answered and everyone inside started laughing even more. This boosted Izuku’s confidence and after fidgeting for a few moments he asked, “can I ‘re-decorate’ your wall out here?”
“What does ‘re-decorate’ mean?”
“Graffiti basically. I brought my paints. And I’ll draw whatever you want” He showed them his bag full of cans and the people inside started talking eagerly amongst themselves while Izuku squirmed impatiently, wondering if he’d gone too far when he finally got a response
“What can you draw?”
“Just about anything :)” The hero thought about it for a while and consulted with the other people around him
“What about a big speaker blasting ‘PLUS-ULTRA’?” Izuku gave a grin so wide he was sure it was showing behind his mask
“I can do that. You want some soundwaves and flames too? ”
“HELL YEAH” He pulled out a can of blue paint
“Leave it to me!”
Hizashi watched the boy set up his cans and dance in place painting the bricks next to his window
“Hey Fudo-kun“ he called “Put me on air” after the last song faded, Hizashi came back on “Hey hey hey listeners!! How are you all doing tonight?!” he smiled as he picked out a song really quickly “This next song is a throwback but still a bop! Dedicated to the awesome person vandalizing my station right now! This one’s for you Haya!” he pressed play and Ready Steady Go by L'Arc-En-Ciel began playing over the air. He saw the boy whoop and dance along, waving to the blonde happily as he continued painting. He gave him a thumbs up and the boy responded the same.
It was around 10 at night when he finally started picking up, writing to the hero that he’d come back and finish tomorrow night, as it was now his curfew. The whole team waved good bye, chattering excitedly about seeing the boy tomorrow.
“Hi there!” a curly, black haired boy, with green streaks in them, dark eyes, black ‘uwu’ mask and green bandanna holding his hair back like a headband greeted the screen with a wave “Haya here!” he chirped with a slightly too high-pitched voice “I’m so excited to tell you that we’ve hit three thousand subscribers!! Thank you so much!! This means a lot to me!” He bowed slightly “To show my gratitude, I’ll be doing a Q & A with fellow YouTuber KingExplosionMurder, who’s also reached 3K! Please leave your questions down in the comments and we’ll try to answer them as best as possible! Once again, thank you so much! I couldn’t have made it this far without you guys and I’ll see all of you in the next episode on King’s channel! Bye!!”