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Izuku crept through the alleyways in what was hopefully a northward direction towards what was probably the back of Aldera middle school. 14 years old, quirkless, no internal compass, no muscles, no weapons and no sense of self preservation in a dark alleyway. What could possibly go wrong? Everything apparently because contrary to popular belief, there are people who actually chose to use the alleyways to get around and he was now faced with the imminent threat of social interaction. Oh great now the source of social interaction has a knife. That's fun. Wait fuck that man's holding it wrong. Holy shit he's about to stab himself if he moves his arm to the right. Why is he holding it like that? Who taught this man how to use a knife?
"Uh Sir? If you're not planning on getting stabbed with your own knife in the next few seconds maybe put the knife down." Izuku stepped towards the man reaching out to take the knife, completely forgetting that when a stranger pulls a knife out in an alleyway they often intend to use it.
"Bold threats from the kid whose guts are about to be all over the floor." No sir. That would be your guts. Jesus Christ put the knife down.
What was probably a hero complex welled in him, filling him with false confidence and the need to help the man. He drew up to his full height, hoodie falling over his eyes and stepped forwards, arms held away from his body to not aggravate the still healing burns on his side's courtesy of Kacchan. Clouds covered the sun at that moment. Oh that's annoying. I can't really see great. I'm in the shadows his vision is probably a lot worse. Poor him, he can't even see the knife now.
"Put. The. Knife. Down. Or do you want to get stabbed?" A soft thud let him know the man has complied. "Good. Now if you'll excuse me." He pressed himself the the dark walls of the alleyway and squished past the man, picking up the knife on his way past. At the turning point of the alleyway he turned and looked back to the man who was looking around the spot they'd just been standing in. "Oh and don't think I'll forget this. The knife is mine now. And personally I think it's for your own good you never touch one again."
The man didn't respond and Izuku left smiling happily about how he helped the man to not get hurt. Hopefully he'd take his advice and never hold a knife, while he very obviously doesn't know how to. He grinned and kept walking, in the complete wrong direction away from the school.
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"I'm telling you Dabi. That wasn't a kid. Sure they were short but they were fucking huge."
The scarred man opposite him raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure it must have been terrifying." He said, taking a long sip from his beer.
"It was goddammit. Whatever they were Dabi, they've got to be a big villain. They threatened to stab me with my own knife, them when I didn't drop it they fucking transformed."
"They transformed?" Disbelief was a hard emotion to convey when half of your face happens to be scar tissue and staples. Somehow Dabi conveyed it perfectly.
"Their vibe, it all changed. They were tiny before. Then suddenly they were fucking huge. Thier hood covered thier eyes and I swear Dabi, thier eyes. They glowed green. And then everything went dark. I could barely see them and then they dissapeared. I dropped the knife, it felt like there was a famous supervillain infront of me. And they just dissapeared into the darkness. I couldn't see the at all."
Somewhere, an incredibly lost Izuku sneezed.
"Huh. I don't know what someone that powerful would be doing in an alleyway but I'll keep an eye out for them. Any description for me?"
He shook his head fearfully. "Don't go after them Dabi. You may be a vigilante but this one, I swear you don't wanna mess with them. They told me they wouldn't forget me Dabi. Said they wouldn't forget out interaction and told me to never pick up a knife again."
Dabi shrugged then finished his beer. "What ever you say. You're the one who met them. Now if you'll excuse me, I have someone else to meet with." He nodded.
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Izuku ran through the alleyways, completely lost and starting to panic. School started 5 minutes ago and he just knew he was gonna get shit on for being late. One more reason for the teachers to punish him.
"Not so fast kid. Stop. Hands behind your head."
Well fuck I didn't expect to get mugged today. He turned towards the voice, forgetting to put his hands up. The mugger was a feminine person with a mutant type quirk. She has scales all over her arms and face as far as I can see. Elongated nails with possible sharp points. Scales are dull brown in colour. Slight snout covered in scales. I'm guessing she's a dragon based mutant. Probably no fire breath from lack of smoke when she exhales. Appears to breathe quicker than normal but that could just be the adrenaline. Need to look out for the nails. Wait why am I analysing her quirk she's gonna fucking mug me.
"Hey brat did you hear what I said. Hands up behind your head. Don't make me hurt you."
If I act like I'm possessed will she let me go? ... That's such a stupid idea. Let's try it.