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Chapter 1
Tsukauchi wanted to bash his head into a metal tray right about now.
Or maybe punch a wall in.
Either option sounded nice.
Once again, the vigilante ‘Yamikumo’ had raided a quirk fighting ring and had mailed him files upon files of information on each of the three kids that had disappeared with him. The files had everything that would take months for the detective to find and he hated how it was done so well. It had everything from their birth certificates to pictures of the kids. There was even records of family and schooling life (if they went to school which only happened to be one out of the three) and many more details that did his head in. He didn’t know what was worse, the fact that this vigilante had taken the victims of the crimes or that the vigilante also sent him interrogations of the kids. The files weren’t electronic copies, which Tsukauchi would be thankful for later, but hard copies and had mailed them to his office in a cardboard box.
Another annoying, but thankful detail, was that they were colour coded. There were also references to the questions and arrows pointing back to key information that Tsukauchi would take forever to find over and over again. The vigilante knew him so well and it terrified him.
As he put the files on his desk, he noticed that there were a few scrap papers at the bottom of the box. When he lifted them out, he couldn’t help but smile at the childish drawings. There were drawings of him (if the poorly drawn detective coat was anything to go by) and kids holding his hands. The words ‘Thank you for coming to save us’ were written in colourful letters above each drawing and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he shuffled the drawings and finally found the paper from Yamikumo. The drawing was a detailed picture of the three kids eating cookies from an oven tray. They were all smiling and it was coloured in with watercolour pencils. The most detail was put in to the boys’ eyes and he couldn’t help but smile at it.
“Is that another package from the vigilante?”
Tsukauchi blinked and glanced up at the door to see Sansa (he refuses to be called Tamakawa) leaning up against the doorframe, a curious look in his eyes. Tsukauchi nodded, beckoning Sansa into the room so he could show him the pictures. The police officer laughed when he saw some of the other drawings.
“At least they got the coat colour right this time.” Sansa snickered when he remembered the bright pink coat that one of the kids had drawn him in. What had made it better though was when Yamikumo had mailed him a bunch of pictures of the entire police force in pink coats that he had put extra effort into making them look realistic.
“Yeah,” Tsukauchi winced at the memory when the chief of police told him to meet him in his office. He could help but find it funny though and the entire force asked to keep their picture. Surprisingly, all of them had placed their pictures on the door of their office just to annoy the chief of police and no matter how much he yelled at them, no one would take it down. It got worse when half of the police force actually found pink trench coats and wore them to work for a whole week until the chief gave up and let them do whatever they wanted.
Yamikumo was delighted at that and continued to draw pictures of all of them wearing the wackiest of things.
Surprisingly, most of the officers wore whatever was in their picture the next day.
It annoyed the chief to no end when one of the well-known officers, who had never joined in on anything, came in wearing an old fashioned dress with a large Bonnette and everything.
The officer was a 63-year-old male.
As he looked over the drawings he sighed when he noticed that one of the kids spelt his name wrong again. “Where did they even get the ‘J’ from?”
Sansa shrugged and took one of the drawings from the pile. “This guy could become a professional artist if he wanted too.” The cat officer motioned to the drawing and Tsukauchi shook his head.
“Yamikumo has already explained that the pictures are just a pass time, besides…” Tsukauchi stacked the pages and placed them into the bottom draw of his desk where the rest of the drawings he had collected lay. “…he wants to draw to retain memories. He doesn’t want to sell them, he just wants people to smile when they see them.”
Sansa had a knowing look in his eye when Tsukauchi sighed, slumping into his chair. “Got any leads as to where he’s hiding?”
Tsukauchi shook his head in annoyance. “Unfortunately, no. Even though he knows that we can’t track him through the mail, we’ve tried and failed, he doesn’t let us get close to him.” He massaged his temples in desperation. The vigilante reminded him so much of Hisashi.
“He seems fond of you though, if the pet names are anything to go by.” Sansa snickered when the detective shot him a glare.
“Yeah well,” Tsukauchi huffed and stared at the ceiling. The most common nickname was ‘Uncle Tsuki’ and the brat’s nickname had grown on him. “He’s not found of me enough to let me help him. The only other person he talks to besides you and me is Eraser Head, but he hasn’t seen the vigilante up until a few weeks ago when the raid took place, so I don’t know what to think.”
“Maybe he developed trust issues from his personal life?”
Tsukauchi sat up surprised, as if he had never considered the possibility before. By the astounded “What?”, this was probably the case.
“By the sound of it, he has trust issues. If he hasn’t told Eraser Head anything even though he knows that Eraser Head fights alongside other vigilantes…it could only mean something must of happened to create a barrier to let others in.”
Tsukauchi stared at the officer leaning against his desk in wonder. “Sansa, I could kiss you.”
The cat officer blinked, his fur standing on end from the praise. “T-That wouldn’t be the best idea, sir. You know what Yamikumo would say if he heard that.”
The detective chuckled as he shook his head in agreeance. “Yeah I remember. But that is an interesting perspective to think about.” Tsukauchi sighed as he stared at the files in front of him. “I better get these finished cases filed before I forget.”
“Finished again? How does he even know how to do police reports and file cases?”
As Tsukauchi stood up and grabbed the files off of his desk, he gave Sansa a grim look. “I don’t really want to know.”
***
“What is rule no.1 of The Home?”
“Never leave The Home without permission or a guardian.”
“What is rule 3?”
“Never let anyone inside The Home.”
“And finally, rule 7?”
The three kids sat slumping on the couch, guilt practically written on their face. “Always tell you about people we think need help. That way you can gather background information on them to deem if they are safe or not to bring back.” They recited in perfect timing of one another.
Yamikumo nodded, one arm crossed over his blazer clad chest and the other resting atop of it, gloved hand holding the chin of his mask. “Good, good. Everything seems right.” Yamikumo continued to nod absentmindedly before turning to the problem in question. “So why is he here exactly?”
The three boys in question flinched and glanced over at the ‘problem’ that the vigilante had pointed out.
Giran stood there with a smirk on his face and a cigar already lit in his mouth. Next to him was a boy, age 4, with crystal eyes and pale skin wearing a purple sweater a few sizes too big. He wasn’t wearing any shoes.
“Is that really a way to greet a guest, Yamikumo? After all I’ve done for you and The Home.”
Yamikumo glared at the broker. “You have favours you owe me, Giran. And what did I say about bringing cigars in here? If Aina saw you with that-“
“I know.” Giran sighed and pulled out a small tin before chucking the cigar inside. Once he had pocketed the tin he placed a hand on top of the small boy’s head. “This here is Kei. His quirk allows to turn items into precious minerals, but only for 1 week.”
Yamikumo sighed and motioned for the boy to come closer. Kei looked up at Giran uncertainly before carefully walking forward. Yamikumo knelt down and carefully took his chin in his gloved hand. “Can you breathe without your chest or lungs hurting?”
The boy took a deep breath in and nodded.
“Good. Can you breathe through your nose?”
The boy shook his head without trying and the vigilante sighed.
“Chihiro.” The honey haired boy stood up from the couch at the ready. “Can you get the first aid kit and Heka please?”
He adjusted his big circle-like glasses on his nose and saluted. “Sir, yes sir!”
As the boy ran out of the room Yamikumo gestured for the other two boys to leave. Nodding and exiting quickly, Yamikumo turned back towards the boy in question. “Does anything hurt?”
Kei paused before nodding slowly. “The-uh,” He turned to Giran and waited for the broker to give the okay.
“It’s okay kid, he’s gonna help you. Just tell him what you told me.”
Slowly turning back towards the vigilante, Kei continued. “Uh, my head hurts here.” He gestured to the back of his head behind his left ear. “My wrist really hurts and my stomach does too.”
As Kei continued to point out where he was injured, Chihiro came back with Heka in tow. “Okay Kei. Heka here is going to help you get better okay? You tell him all of your aches and pains and I’m going to go talk to Giran okay? Chihiro? Can you get Patches and Chiyo please?”
Yamikumo stood up before walking into a side room with Giran following shortly behind him.
“How bad was it?”
Giran grimaced. Straight to it then. “…well-“
“Kagero.” Yamikumo spat out in warning.
“He was used by his older brother to make a fortune. Was left for dead when a meeting went wrong, luckily I was there with the client otherwise he would be dead.”
“That where you got the cut lip from? Doing a buisness deal?”
“Business dealings are something y’do face-to-face, brat. And besides, I only make deals with people I respect. Not guys who kick the crap outta me first.”
The vigilante sighed, obviously distraught with the information. “The brother?”
“Dead and decapitated. His whole head is gone from the collarbone up.”
Even though he was wearing a black mask with a white smile painted onto it, it couldn’t mask the tears that filled up the white semicircle lenses. “Shit.” He muttered and removed the mask enough to let the tears spill out, a neutral face present despite crying. “How bad was the kid’s reaction.”
“He was unconscious at the time but he has no other immediate family that he can go to.”
Yamikumo nodded in deep thought. “Anything the kid needs? Allergies or otherwise?”
Giran shrugged. “Took him awhile to listen to me without crying.”
“Got it. He’ll stay with Chiyo and Patches then since they were also brought here by you.”
“Speaking of the kid, how is Patches doing?”
“She’s getting pretty good with braille and she’s just starting to get the hang of walking around without the cane but…”
“Her eyes?”
“Removed.”
“Shit.”
“Shit indeed. Her hair has to grow back from the surgery and she refuses to wear wigs. I don’t think you’re getting back that scarf anytime soon.”
“I got plenty of those. Just happy the kid is safe is all.”
As the two males entered the room again they found Chiyo and Patches making flower crowns with Kei, the male looking quite please when Chiyo complemented his work.
“Kei.”
The male quickly looked up in response to his name, a splint in his nose and gauze wrapped tightly around his wrist. “Y-Yes?”
“How are Chiyo and Patches treating you?”
“Th-They’re nice and l-like my flower crowns.” The boy looked over at his new found friends, smiling nervously.
“Good. That’s good.” Yamikumo watched as Giran kneeled in front of Patches and started to chat quietly with her.
“Chiyo, Kei. Can you come here please?” Yamikumo knelt down and smiled when Chiyo grabbed Kei’s hand and walked him over to the vigilante. “So, Kei. I just need to ask you a few dietary requirements and a few tiny things about your quirk, okay? Then you can head up to your new room that you’ll be sharing with the girls.”
“I…I can stay?” The vigilante gave the boy’s hair a ruffle and looked over at Chiyo confused. “I’m allowed to stay?”
“Yep!” Chiyo smiled cheerily despite the slits on the right side of her cheek, showing off the inside of her mouth. “You’re gonna stay with me and Patchy!”
The boy hiccupped and started crying grabbing onto the girl in a tight hug and turned to him with hope in his eyes. Yamikumo couldn’t help but smile sadly when Kei started bawling out ‘thank you’s over and over again. He couldn’t understand why he was crying because this is what anyone would do right? Yamikumo huffed as he sat down in front of Kei and began rubbing his back gently, whispering ‘let it all out’ and ‘it’s okay, you’re safe here’. People do this all the time, right? The vigilante held back a bitter laugh. What a positively silly and naive thought.
Giran glanced over at the scene and gave a sad smile before turning back to Patches. “How’s it going kiddo?”
The girl didn’t say anything at first before handing him a flower crown. “Good I suppose.”
“That’s good. How’s the supreme leader treating ya?”
“He treats me as if I’m higher than him.”
“Does he now?”
“Mmhm.”
“How did you manage to get that respect outta him?”
“Chihiro used infinitesimal wrong in a sentence.”
“You make one mistake!” The stoolpigeon pointed at her in fake fury. “And this! This is what happens!”
Giran chuckled at the kids antics and spotted a small twitch of a smile at the girls lips, but it was gone in a nanosecond. “Ever think I’m gonna get my scarf back?”
“You have a chance. Just an infinitesimal one.”
Giran huffed and patted the girls shoulder. “Brat.”
***
Mikumo stared at the man in front of him.
His black curly hair was in his eyes again, showing that he needs to get another haircut. His skin was still tanned despite not having gone outside for a while and his hospital gown was crinkled. Mikumo knew that it was crinkled because he and Hana had moved his the day before but he still couldn’t stop hoping that he had moved on his own. He looked peaceful when he was asleep.
His breathing was going steady, just as it has always been for the past four and a bit years. Sitting down besides the hospital bed, he grabbed the limp hand resting on top of the sheets and squeezed it tightly.
Sunlight was filtering through the window despite the curtains being drawn tightly shut and it lit up the room with a gentle glow. Reminding himself that he hasn’t got long, he turned to the adult and smiled warmly at him.
“Good morning, Dad.” Mikumo whispered, running his thumb over the top of his hand and waited for a response.
The only noise of indicating the man was alive in front of him was the steady beeping of the monitor.
“We have a new survivor in the home Dad. You would like him, he’s like a mini Yamada. His name is Kei and even though he just arrived last week, he gets along well with Chiyo and Patches. He was very quiet when he got here but this morning he was playing hide and seek with Makoto. They really have a way with kids huh? Might need to step up you’re A-game. They’re taking charge of being the parent. Yesterday all the kids made flower crowns. Patches made the most though. She made you a flower crown too, ya know?”
Mikumo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flower crown and placed it into the open palm of Hisashi’s hand. The flower crown was made up of Peonies and Pansies, both meaning ‘get well’ and ‘loving thoughts’.
Hisashi didn’t stir and Mikumo didn’t expect him too.
Afterall, he’s been in a coma for over four years.
Mikumo talked a little more, explaining some other little stories that had happened that he was sure he already told him. He knows that it was unhealthy to continue to think that he was only asleep but with the dwindling supplies to keep Hisashi on life support, he knew it was only a matter of time before they had to pull the plug. It was difficult to keep him on life support, despite the resources and Akiko was starting to get to his limit by giving energy to the machine.
He still had no idea how Giran and Chiyo got all of the equipment in the first place. The five year old can be very sneaky with a pocket dimension quirk. Of course he supposes if you were forced to carry dangerous objects on you by your sister then she might know a thing or two in stealth. It can be extremely worrying to know a child can be quite calm about carrying bombs and drugs to dealers. But even though her story is unique there are a lot of kids with similar ones.
He hated it.
Mikumo sighed and grabbed his school bag off of the floor beside the bed. He placed a kiss on his Dad’s forehead before leaving to go to school.
One day. One day you will wake up.
As he shut the door to the room he could have sworn he saw a finger twitch.
***
I want to bash my head into a wall right now.
That was Mikumo Akatani’s first thought when his teacher walked into his homeroom with a stack of career papers under his arm.
He had a great morning up until now. He woke up at a reasonable time, did patrol, had breakfast with Makoto (the bitch was an early riser) and visited his Dad before going to school. He even saw a new hero appear on his way to school. Unfortunately, it was one of those hero’s that only want fame and money. Kamui Woods had the situation under control but Mt. Lady (she’s not even as tall as a mountain) came in and used a flying kick to knock out the villain. Another thing, she caused heaps of property damage.
Stupid heroine. Almost killing heaps of people.
Mikumo was snapped back to reality when he heard Bakugou blow up. Right, I’m Izuku Midoriya. Although, it wasn’t really his name per se. It was a fake name so he could still go to school since he was ‘legally dead’ or whatever. So, every morning he has to colour his hair green and put green contacts in. His ‘mother’, Inko Midoriya, owed Giran a few favours so she was his stand in mother even though he never had one because his Dad is 100% a gay man that has a thing for Tsukauchi or Aizawa. Of course, his Dad hasn’t confessed who yet but he will when he wakes up. They do have a lot to talk about after all.
“Ah, you’re also going for U.A. aren’t you Midoriya?”
I really want to bash my head into a wall right now.
At school, he was a skittish teenager called Izuku Midoriya. He had no quirk on the system which made him a prime target for bullying. Although he has a healing quirk he does die. Of course, the healing can be slow so they think that he’s completely fine. But he does die when they beat him up, by accident or on purpose. He dies. A lot. Most of the time it’s from the explosive dandelion in front of him who was now holding his collar in his burning hands with fire and thunder under his palms and oh god let go-
“No way! Him?”
“Good grades alone can’t get you into the hero program!”
“T-That’s not necessarily true! Sure, there’s no precedent but…”
He made the mistake of ignoring Bakugou.
“Come on Deku!” Mikumo- no, Izuku flinched when Bakugou threw him into the wall. “Forget the crappy quirks! YOU CAN’T DO SHIT WITHOUT A QUIRK!” Bakugou grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pinned him against the wall. “Do you really think you can rub shoulders with me?!” Bakugou growled as Izuku curled up on himself.
Just breathe. The worst he can do is kill you on accident in front of everyone.
“I wasn’t saying I could compete with you at all. I mean it!” Izuku backed up and gave a shaky smile as he held his arm out to shield himself. “It’s just…been my dream since I was little. And well…” Izuku shoved his hands in his lap and carefully looked up. “There’s no harm in trying.”
Izuku flinched when Bakugou let off explosions and the whole class sneered.
“Try?! Try what?! The entrance exam?! You’re going to take the exam just to try?! What can you even do?”
Izuku stared at the class and looked down at his lap, a small smirk spread across his lips for a second but then it was gone the next. Oh, I can’t wait to prove you all wrong.
***
This morning’s incident is all over the net. Mikumo rolled his eyes as a few remarks about Mt. Lady filtered through his mind. Well, I’d better get home so Makoto can get some rest. They really need to lay off the coffee. Mikumo grabbed his notebook to shove it in his bag only for it to be snatched from him and waved in front of his face.
Oh. Oh of course.
“We ain’t done here Deku.”
“What’s that Katsuki?” The one with mutant fingers asked.
Mikumo’s face went neutral. A self-defence mechanism that he uses without second thought. It’s a habit he’s been trying to break for a while but with his mask constantly on for so long, it slips back into place when he’s not careful.
“‘For our Future’? Seriously?! This guy, Midoriya…”
“Give it back.”
He knew he should’ve stuttered that sentence when Bakugou gave him a scrutinizing glare. So he picked up on it. Oh joy. Mikumo knew that he shouldn’t really be this sarcastic but considering the kind of people he hangs out with, no one could really judge him for it rubbing off on him.
He bit back a snarky remark when the two lackies started snickering as Bakugou waved it in front of his face. Hateful words were being tossed around but Mikumo knew how to block them out. It was a simple task that he had perfected ever since he had to go to this crappy public middle school. It full of teachers that couldn’t care less about a quirkless kid.
He found it unfair that they let it slide.
In another life, all of these idiots would be quirkless.
In retaliation to the thoughts plaguing his mind, he reached out to grab his book back so he could leave, only for it to be slammed in between Bakugou’s hands and blown up in his face.
“The best heroes out there, well…they show signs of greatness even as students. I’ll be the first and only hero from this crappy public middle school! The first to win the honour of becoming a student at U.A. high school. Guess I’m just a perfectionist.” Bakugou let out a huff when he got no audible or physical reaction out of him and threw the notebook out the window, not caring where it ended up. He never cared about Mikumo so why would he care about Izuku?
There is no ‘why’.
The answer is that he wouldn’t care about Izuku.
So vain.
Mikumo gaged at him when his back was turned after throwing the notebook.
I’ve got twelve other notebooks at home, bitch. That’s a decoy so fuckers like you don’t get to the good stuff and ruin hours of work.
Bakugou grabbed his shoulder and, wow, that brought back memories. His hand was burning his uniform and he felt sick to his stomach. Stupid jerks and their stupid egos and their stupid quirks that harm others-
“In other words, don’t you dare get into U.A. nerd!” Bakugou let in really close to his face and smirked.
Mikumo spat in his face.
Bakugou had a go of punching his teeth in.
Mikumo managed to steady himself and watched as they walked away. He shifted to turn towards them and all that was going through his mind was oh that’s it you’re so gonna get it I don’t give a flying fuck anymore about what’s right and wrong prepare to be murdered on the spot-
Their comments filtering in one ear and coming out the other.
“Jeez…that was a new move. C’mon say something…”
“He can’t say anything. He’s so lame. Even as a third year, he still can’t face reality.”
“Oh,” Bakugou stopped in the doorway for a second. “You wanna to be a hero so bad? I’ve got a time saving idea for you.” Bakugou turned slightly to watch for his reaction. “If you think you’ll have a quirk in your next life…go take a swan dive off the roof!”
“I already tried but it didn’t work. But I’ll try again just for you.”
Bakugou stopped at the doorframe and swung his head around with a sneer on his lips but stopped short at the blank expression on the other boy’s face. “Wha-?”
The three boys froze at the creepy smile that took over the greenette’s features.
The corner of his eyes were crinkling with amusement and his cheeks were raised.. A huge grin was carved into his lips but it looked so wrong on his face. What made it more disturbing was probably that his usually pearly white teeth were stained with blood and it was flowing out of his mouth in drizzles and oh my god did he just spitoutatooth?!
It wasn’t a smile that should be on the face of a 14-year-old boy.
That looked like the smile of a person who knew way too much.
It looked like the smile of someone dangerous.
It looked like the smile of a predator.
***
Mikumo knew that it was probably coded into his instincts to go through underpasses. It’s where most of his kids were when he stumbled across them. It was where he found Akiko hiding after all. The boy had given him a heart attack when he ducked for cover and tried to hide from him. Mikumo had offered him better clothes and when the boy had asked for male clothing, he knew that something was fishy. Good thing he brought him back to the home because his face was plastered all over the news the next day. Mikumo was swearing up and down the house after hearing Akiko’s parents identify him as a ‘she’.
He hummed at the memory and disregarded the emotions following it.
He wasn’t going to let his emotions show, especially now of all times.
Once he had retrieved his notebook, Mikumo couldn’t help himself. He started cackling when the images of their absolutely horrified expressions. It was funny how he could get that to appear on their faces. The two lackies where predictable and ran for it, grabbing Bakugou and making a dash for it. Surprisingly, he didn’t yell at them. Bakugou’s reaction was, by far, the most daunting.
He looked like he had seen a ghost.
Well, if he added in the fact that he was Bakugou’s childhood friend and that he had ‘died’, he probably could be considered a ghost.
Well, at least he knows what he’s dressing up for Halloween this year.
“A medium sized body to hide in.”
A sigh had escaped his lips as he heard the criminal rush at him, slipping on his gloves, preparing for a fight.
Today was just not his day was it?
Mikumo didn’t even hesitate with dodging, having already jumped out of the way of the incoming attack. Quickly swiping his hand over his boots, he heard a loud drawn out ‘beep’, already knowing his actions where successful. He jumped twice, more of two small hops than a jump, and smirked when he rocketed up and flipped his body so his feet where stuck to the ceiling of the underpass. Quickly sticking on of his hands to the ceiling to balance himself, Mikumo looked down and prepared for the criminal to attack him.
But that never happened and Mikumo didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
The criminal looked up in alarm.
Perfect.
Holding his fist in front of his face, Mikumo squeezed his hand a few times. Successful, clicks and flashes stunned the sewer like criminal.
“Did you just take pictures of me?!”
Mikumo hummed as he double tapped his ear piece that was hidden behind his hair. “Who do we have?”
The tuneful voice of Chihiro answered him from the other side of the line. “No information has been retrieved, sorry Miku. Looks like he either isn’t in the system or he has a normal body under there that he can turn to liquid.”
“Intriguing.”
The criminal reached up towards him and without thinking he suddenly swerved to the side and dogged the incoming attack of sewerage hand. Sticking to the roof with one hand, Mikumo waited for the next attack to determine how to handle the situation. He watched as the attacker paused before smirking.
“We have a smart little meat-suit don’t we.”
Mikumo bared his still bloody teeth in retaliation to the statement and grinned at him in a crazed state that made the criminal hesitate.
He knew this type of quirk user.
By the way that his body and appendages are moving, his body must be made out of a type liquid. To heroes who are all strength and no brains, it would be difficult to capture him. But he wasn’t worried, after all he’s someone who doesn’t rely on strength.
And he’s not considered a hero either.
Mikumo spotted a lone bottle which was once filled with a liquid that he hoped was water. Even though he considered himself a maniac, he wasn’t cruel to put eyes in what was once a fizzy drink bottle. The criminal had no qualms about killing someone so he’s been upgraded to villain. The eyes where a massive weak point so all he had to do was separate it and then the villain had no depth perception.
Mikumo made a dash for the bottle and kicked it up in the air.
Time seemed to slow down as he mapped the trajectory of the bottle. The villain turned and bingo. Swinging his body around he kicked the bottle and watched in satisfaction as the container scooped the eyes off the body and captured them in the clear plastic.
Mikumo quickly grabbed the bottle and covered the top with his hand just in case that the eyes turn to liquid and escape.
He could never be too sure.
The villain screamed in annoyance and tried to navigate his body to Mikumo. After no progress was made, the villain started hitting anything that was in the vicinity of him.
It looked like he was rage quitting.
“Dude, ya good there?”
Mikumo looked down at the bottle to see the eyes glaring at him and oh god I’m going to be sick ‘cause that’s gross as hell-
The villain made a weak attempt at grabbing him, reaching forward so that he could grab the bottle, before being suddenly blown away from a direct air current aimed at him. The villain grunted at the impact and looked up, from where his eyes where, only to gasp in shock.
“Fear not, kid! For I am here!”
Oh for fuck’s sake! This really isn’t my day.
All Might had arrived and Mikumo was fuming.
Turning off his sticky boots, Mei was the best when it came to new inventions, Mikumo outright glared at All Might as the hero emptied out his soda bottles and began gathering up the villain. He looked down at the eyes in the bottle and gave him an annoyed look.
“See what you’ve done? You brought him, of all people, here.” Mikumo hissed under his breath and the villain had the audacity to look confused.
Suddenly the bottle was snatched out of his hands and Mikumo continued to glare at the ‘hero’.
“Thanks a lot kid!”
Oblivious to Mikumo’s internal struggle, Izuku put on his best smile and hesitantly asked for an autograph, holding out his phoney notebook.
Thank god I have to chuck this out thanks to Bakugou.
“Well of course young…” Quickly reading the name on the front cover, All Might repeated his sentence. “Well of course young Midoriya!” He scribbled on the next available page and practically chucked it back at him, and Mikumo had to wonder if he was purposefully aiming for his face. “Apologies for getting caught up in my villain hunt! Mistakes like that aren’t my style but…this is a strange land to me. And besides, I’m off camera!”
If Mikumo was talking to All Might at age nine then he might feel giddy.
But all he felt was nauseous and spite when he talked to him. “Oh no! That’s okay!” Izuku was back on the front lines as his mask. “I was just on my way home and the villain showed up. I managed to dodge him and he accidently got his eyes stuck in a bottle so he couldn’t really move around as much.”
The villains eyes narrowed at him as if to say; you know damned right that you whooped my ass like I had instructions printed out on me.
“Yes! But my success here is all thanks to you! I have contained the villain!”
Izuku was on his face but on the inside Mikumo was cackling at the remark that the phony in front of him had said. You’re success? Buddy…you just claimed a win from a teenager who wasn’t really trying…that’s just sad…
“Now I must bring this fellow to the authorities! You can catch me again on tv!”
Izuku watched in confusion as he squatted down and shoved the bottle of sewage thug in his side pockets. “What…wait, is that it?” Izuku let out a string of confused sounds after that. Mikumo was beaming on the inside. Good fucking riddance.
“A hero battles not only villains but time.” All Might tensed up as if he was about to jump and suddenly Mikumo felt the urge to grab on.
There is a fine line between stupidity and bravery.
Mikumo was banking his action was on stupidity.
Grabbing onto All Might’s trouser leg he held on tightly as he sprang up and he was flying.
“Miku? Why does it say that your thousands of feet in the air?” Chihiro’s voice cut through his internal beat up and honestly? How was he going to explain that?
Oh that? I grabbed onto All Might’s leg as he jumped and now were flying through the air and I’m probably going to have to limp home after healing.
“Hey now! Release me! Such enthusiasm is a bit much!” All Might tried to push him off only for Mikumo to grab onto his leg harder.
“If I let go now, I’ll die!” Izuku pushed his head into the side of All Might’s hipbone and held on tightly. He flinched when All Might grabbed onto his back, but held onto him just as tight, making sure he doesn’t fall to his death.
“Good point.” All Might muttered and all that went through Mikumo’s head was He was going to let me fall to my death. Wow. Give it up for the No.1 hero in the fucking world who thought it was a good idea to let a child fall to their death. I wonder if the next headlines on the news is going to be a picture of All Might with the caption; Not as smart as we pegged him to be.