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Izuku was bored
Now most average people would go find a book to read. Maybe go hang out with friends. Or if you're not exactly averagely average go do that extra credit on your homework!
However Izuku is not average. Not even averagely average!
You can blame his rather chaotic father for that! If his mom wasn’t there to reel him in, Izuku is certain the man would be some overpowered supervillain with an idiotic nemisis.
However, his mother is dutifully working on a case in her soundproof office and Izuku has an urge to cause chaos. Of course, he strives to cause chaos in the form of overly planned pranks.
“Don’t do it in the house and don’t get caught!” Dad calls from the living room. Sometimes Izuku wonders if he has a mind reading quirk.
However, back on the idea of pranks. Izuku is in the mood for confetti cannons and perhaps terrorizing a certain dumpster fire. Maybe he’ll bump into Eraserhead again while he’s setting things up.
“DAD! Where are the confetti cannons?!” Izuku shouts, already making his way to the storage closet.
“Sorry green bean, but your mom sold 'em on QBay.”
“Ah...what about the confetti guns?”
“Should be in the red shoebox on the top of the shelf.”
“IT’S ORANGE!”
After taking about twenty minutes to reinforce the differences between red and orange to his potentially colorblind father. Izuku turned back to the orange shoebox and carefully shuffled it off the shelf. Sneezing at the particles of dust falling on his face he tugged the top off to marvel at the colorful miniature guns.
As small as they were, he and his dad secretly tweaked them to produce quite a punch. In fact, they probably couldn’t be considered confetti guns, instead should be referred to as confetti paint rifles...or something. Maybe he should discuss it with his father later.
Carefully pulling out their specially made ammo, Izuku went ahead and checked to make sure none of them had become faulty with age. Dried or leaking paint could make the explosion become a harmless puff of air.
Humming in satisfaction when finding most of the bullets are perfect, he carefully loads up the six guns and lodges them into the belt. And being struck with another idea, goes ahead and grabs a bottle of spray paint.
Slipping on a baggy hoodie and pulling out his lovingly named 'Chaos Sack', he checks his equipment and tugs it on when he’s satisfied. Maybe or maybe not shrugging it off to check again.
“I’m going out!”
“Make sure to come back—”
“Before mom is aware,” both of them say in sync. Hisashi laughs as Izuku leaves with a smile.
. . .
Shouta bolted up in his bed. Fully awake as a chill traveled from his head and down to his toes before he stifled a sneeze.. Hizashi remained blissfully asleep beside him.
“Goddammit, Problem Child,” he mumbled, dragging a hand down his face before getting up and making his way to the coffee machine. He went ahead and mixed his 'Death Wish Brew', (as Hizashi calls it) before noticing the surplus of tequila in the cupboard. He eyed the bottle in deep contemplation.
No one was there to question the rather large flask he took.
The sun was just beginning to rise when Shouta found the problem child on the roof of the agency building across the street. The Brat was setting up a camera.
“Hey, Eraser! You made it for the show!” said The Brat, tossing him some binoculars from his bag.
“Tip-Off…” Shouta greeted as he caught it, side-eyeing the empty streets below, “where are the vultures?”
“They should be arriving soon!” Tip-Off turned to him excitedly, their dark veil hiding what was sure to be a wide grin and gleaming eyes.
As if it was some sort of cue, news trucks and cars veered around the corner, skidding to a stop a good distance from the building. Cameramen and reporters flooded out, undoubtedly already recording.
Shouta sighed, taking a swig from his coffee thermos and pulling out his phone before sitting down to watch what was sure to be amusing.
As soon as Endeavour stepped out, he paled. Somehow, the vigilante had miced the hero because he heard a heartfelt “fuck.” Before an array of colorful paints was shot onto the man, shortly followed by the confetti and glitter.
Then right after, a blanket covering one of the walls of the agency building (when did that get there?) revealed the spray-painted word, “Rei”.
Although Shouta didn’t understand, it was obvious the flame hero recognized whatever meaning the word held as he froze.
Tip-Off gave a psychotic sounding giggle before snapping his camera shut and packing his stuff away impressively quickly. He pulled on his bag and pulled out a small colorful gun.
“HEY, ENDEAVOUR!” The medias’ cameras all jerked towards him. The vigilante took out a mic and his voice echoed around the street.
“I know.” He whispered, shooting a firework of paint and confetti straight towards the hero. The first and second bullet missed but the rest hit their marks.
“Stay tuned!” Tip-Off laughed, tossing his mic onto the street before bounding away. Shouta blinked slowly before turning his phone back to Endeavour and zooming in on his face.
Glitter, paint and confetti dripped from his forehead and his face portrayed an absolute rage. Shouta was sure if he was able to, the hero would be some sort of giant bonfire.
Hizashi will probably enjoy this morning’s news.
. . .
Izuku skipped into the apartment, toeing off his shoes at the door, “I’m back!!”
“Izuku.”
He froze, that wasn’t his dad’s voice. Carefully he peered into the living room and amiably sitting on the couch was his mother. His dad was tensely sitting as far as he could, sweat visibly dripping down his face.
“Did you get caught dear?”
“N-No mom.”
“Good.”
His father sagged with relief.