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Timeline 0: April 28, 2157
Izuku watched the ground, attempting to come up with a plan. He didn't dare pull at the chains. Last time he did, they shocked him. The 23 year old was waiting on the underground hero tied up beside him to wake up or for one of the enemies to come back in.
Izuku jolted his head up upon groaning. He faced the hero, Aizawa Shouta or more known as Eraserhead, as he started waking up. It took the 39 year old man around 5 seconds before he realized he wasn't at his base. Eraserhead looked around before landing his eyes on Izuku.
"Asim." Eraserhead growled lowly.
"Before you blame me hero, this wasn't me. I work alone and I'm shackled too. Also, don't pull at the chains. They shock." Izuku stated, messing with the cuff of his hoodie.
The vigilante wore a baggy hoodie, with two points near the middle, and down, of the bottom, a dark and dulled out yellow that makes up the base making a thin line under the points all away across and where the giant pocket sat at the bottom. The cuffs of his hoodie were the same shade of black that made up of the points along with two plush horns on the top of the hood.
His hair was dyed black, minus striped of dark green and his forest green eyebrows. Contacts made his eyes a crimson red, along with the visor around his head. A sash, mask, and pants are black, the sash used for keeping his spear on his back and keeping small items at his front.
The same yellow as the hoodie was on the gloves he wore, as well as the base color for his shoes. The laces, part under the laces, a small circle on the side of each shoe, and the soles were black. His spear has a brown handle and silver head, accented with dark and dulled out red.
"You aren't working with the league?" Eraserhead blinked, taken aback.
"Of course not. I'm a vigilante, not a villain. You of all should know those roles aren't the same Eraserhead." Izuku hissed.
"Oh... My group assumed that you were working with them since you never showed what side you were on." The hero muttered.
"It's war, Eraserhead. Why would I show what side I'm on and put a target on my back?" The vigilante huffed, pulling something out of his shirt sleeve and tinkering with the lock.
"I see." Eraserhead nodded. "What is your name? Besides Asim."
"You haven't earned my trust." Izuku huffed, letting the chains fall from his hands and starts picking Eraserheads.
"What have they done while we've been here?" Eraserhead asked, casting a confused look to the younger.
"All for One used a quirk to make me relive memories I rather have forgotten. They might try it on you when they check up on us again." Izuku answered, not paying attention.
"Again?"
"Already checked up on us twice. They check every 4-5 hours and they checked not too long ago. I think. I'm bad at time. Only got the checkup time because I convinced a guard to tell me."
"Okay. What do we do next?" Eraserhead asked, watching as Izuku finished picking his chains off. He glanced to his feet, where the other had already taken his off.
"Nothing." Izuku replied, standing up and making a 'follow me' sign.
Eraserhead didn't say anything as he went after the younger, and to a window. He watched as the vigilante jumped up, opened the window, and turned around. The older grabbed his hand and pulled himself up.
Both of their heads snapped up as they heard the turning of a doorknob. Looking towards the cell door, the knob was still.
"Go. Get out of here. I don't know how much time we have left." Izuku whispered to the hero.
"Are you kidding?! I'm not leaving you here!" Eraserhead whisper-yelled.
"You have a group to return to. I can take care of myself. Just go." Izuku replied, nudging Eraserhead towards the other side.
"You can't take them on alone." Eraserhead countered.
"I won't need to if you just hurry up and go so I can know you'll be safe." Izuku hissed.
"Fine. I better see you out there alive though." Eraserhead gave in.
"You will. I'm not going down that easily." Izuku answered, before watching the underground hero jump down and slip into the shadows.
'Alright, now time for me to leave.' Izuku thought to himself.
The vigilante slipped down, hanging onto the window to make it close. Propping his feet on the wall, he closed the window and let himself drop just as the door open. As he slipped into the shadows and towards an exit, he heard a call for backup.