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Izuku swept his books into his backpack as the bell rang, barely glancing up to make eye contact with Katsuki a few desks over, getting a slight twitch of the others nose. He gave a tiny head tilt in response, holding back a snort as the blond very clearly rolled his eyes. The green haired teen grabbed his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder as the teacher dismissed them and hurried out the door, not needing to turn around to know exactly who was stomping up behind him.
"You're very loud you know," Izuku commented, hands flicking in the familiar sign.
"Hah? What is that supposed to mean?! Ya damn nerd!" Katsuki shouted, glaring at the shorter.
"Says the one who goes to bed at 8:30." Izuku waved his hands slowly as if signing to a child, eyes practically glowing with amusement even as his expression stayed flat.
"You know what-" Katsuki lashed out, swatting at the green teens head and glaring more fiercely when he ducked.
"You got slow,"
"Oh I'll show you slow- Get back here!"
Izuku let a smile cross his face as he darted out the gate, laughing as small crackles of the others quirk got slightly louder as he used them to boost his speed.
Too bad Izuku's always been faster.
"Race you to Auntie Mitsuki's!"
"You're on asshat!"
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Izuku threw the door open, "Afternoon Aunt Mitsuki!"
"How is it, that someone so small, can run, so fucking fast?!" Katsuki huffed, getting a small washcloth to the face.
"Watch your language." Mitsuki barely looked up from the she was doing, not even twitching as the rag was thrown back at her.
"Yea, watch your language Bakugo," Izuku said in a poor imitation of their english teacher. Katsuki tried not to laugh and failed miserably.
"So he isn't expressionless!"
"Alright you piece of overdeveloped broccoli get your ass over here-" Izuku shrieked as the blond lunged, darting to the side to vault over the couch.
"Children! Not in the house!"
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Bright green eyes stared at the ceiling, wide open thanks to insomnia. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand before sitting up, swinging his legs out of bed and walking over to his closet. Thankfully he didn't have school in the morning, he could already tell it's going to be a longer night. So he threw on simple jeans and a t-shirt with a light blue hoodie, tugged on his sneakers, and grabbed his phone before heading out.
It was barely ten minutes after he left, leaving a note on the kitchen counter for his mom in case he wasn't home when she woke up, when he heard something to his right, glancing into the alley with tense shoulders and a sharp gaze. He shook his head slightly and began walking again, yelping in surprise when something wrapped around his arm, forcing him into the alley. He hissed as he clawed at what seemed to be a thick vine, wrapped around the crook of his arm, glaring in the direction of a deep, supposedly menacing laugh. He should have brought his damn pocket knife sonova-
"Hey kid," An average height man stepped closer, an outright ugly grin splitting his face, "Don't you know it's dangerous to walk alone at night?"
"I wonder why- don't you know you're a jackass?" Izuku replied, eyes glinting.
"Why you-AH!" Izuku cut the man off with a sharp kick to the side, which should at least give him some bruises, if not his ribs then just his skin. The vine retreated from his arm, smacking him to the side as the man hissed in pain and fury.
"How dare you," The stranger stepped closer, Izuku listening as he came closer still.
Izuku whirled around, a piece of something the size of a baseball bat in his hand. The metal clanged against the mans head and he dropped to the ground.
He panted as he stared down at the still but thankfully breathing man, toxic green eyes blown wide in adrenaline and panic as he held his makeshift weapon out in front of him. A quiet thud behind him made him jump and whirl around, metal pipe held up and ready to swing.
"Chill out kid, good god- YOU STOLE MY TARGET!" Izuku jumped at the gravely voice, seeing a hunched male step from the shadows and stare down at the unconscious criminal. He blinked, watching the new person sheath a knife, a crimson scarf falling around his shoulders.
"You're Stendhal," Izuku tilted his head, watching the slightly violent vigilante, "Thought you centered in Hosu,"
"You know how I am?"
"Obviously,"
"How?"
"Well, you've been all over the news since your rise in activity,"
"Damn media- What are you even doing out here kid?"
Izuku shrugged, "Insomnia, though I should head home," He trailed off, looking down at the pipe, contemplating.
"Here," Izuku looked up, startling as the vigilante tossed a knife to him, blinking as he easily caught it. "Now shoo, I have a job to do."
"Oookay?" Izuku trailed off as Stendhal tied the criminal to a light post and retreated back to the rooftops.
"Huh,"
Bonus:
"You fucking what?!"
"Hey, I'm fine!"
"You're out of your god damn mind that's what you are."