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Izuku sat in class, looking out of the window. He was propping his head up with one hand and rewriting notes from the blackboard with the other. Everything was done mechanically, without a moment's thought about what needed to be done.
Three hours of lessons, thirty minutes of dealing with Bakugou, thirty minutes of waiting for the next train, and he's home. This has been his routine for the past three years, and it will probably be like this for his final year at Aldera Junior High too.
This day would probably have passed as routine as the last 1095 days if not for the distant roar of the engines. Over the years, Izuku had developed an ultra-sensitive hearing that was bordering weak hearing quirk, so he could easily tell when vehicles were approaching his location.
The rhythmic growl of the engines was getting closer to him. The green-haired man stopped writing down notes and fully concentrated on listening. He distinguished the sound of three different engines, each with a large capacity, mainly used in heavy-duty vehicles or racing cars. From the sound, he could tell that the vehicles were moving too fast for ordinary trucks and too slow for amateur street racers. So there were three large vehicles rapidly approaching his location.
At one point, the roar of the fourth, most powerful engine joined the symphony. It was approaching at a much higher speed than the other three. Just the sound of this engine, the green-haired man, was able to identify without difficulty. The accompanying sound of the rotor was a great help in this matter. A small helicopter was approaching him, which immediately ruled out any armament on board. The only options left were a reconnaissance or police helicopter.
A wide grin involuntarily appeared on the boy's face. They've found me. He thought, coming to an unequivocal conclusion. Just who exactly? The Yakuza? No, they don't have such resources. The Russians? The Chinese? Also out, they don't have the resources to carry out such an operation. All the more in the midday. Izuku was listing options. Which brings us to… the Ministry.
At this point, the roar of all the engines was already loud enough to catch the attention of everyone in the class, including the teacher. His classmates looked out of the window perfectly in time to see a police helicopter hovering in the air. Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku spotted the sniper sitting in it, looking for his target in the school classroom. Everyone in the classroom watched in amazement as three police armoured vehicles stopped with a squeal of tyres in the square in front of the school. Astonishment turned to fear when Special Assault Team officers began running out of the same vehicles, fully armed.
Izuku knew that at this point he had been checkmated. He had no way to escape, and he had no intention of risking a fight in the school. It was for this reason that he calmly got up from his chair and reached into his backpack, from which he pulled out a pistol and, ignoring the horror on the faces of his classmates, disassembled the weapon into parts, carefully placing it on his desk.
All the while he was taking the gun apart, he could see the red laser beam belonging to the sniper resting on his forehead.
The faces of his classmates were more puzzled than terrified as he laid down on the floor and put his hands on his head. Katsuki was especially confused and, seeing what Izuku was doing, decided to speak up.
"What the fuc-" Katsuki began, but his sentence was interrupted by the bang of a door opening with a jolt and a dozen members of the special police unit, armed to the teeth, bursting into the room.
When one of the armed officers shouted an order to lie on the ground, no one questioned it, immediately laying down on the ground with their hands on their heads. Yet, despite the terror, everyone was curious. Curious enough to take a chance and raise their heads, observing the situation around them.
To say that they were slightly confused when they saw a group of armed police officers searching a child, and more notably, a quirkless child, would be an understatement.
Especially as they could have sworn that they saw fear in the eyes of the policemen.
Katsuki did not know what to think. Just a moment ago, the day was going on as normal as usual. He was transcribing stupid notes from the blackboard and waiting for the lesson to end. Maybe today he would try this new move he had come up with? After all, it's not like Deku would mind being his test dummy.
But what would he do now? When nothing was making sense?
First the armoured trucks stopped in front of the school, and armed weaklings ran out of them, and then a sniper from a fucking helicopter started aiming at Deku. Fucking low-life Deku. The same Deku who, with a silly grin, disassembled the fucking gun he was carrying in his backpack for god-damn reason. And what did he do next? He laid down on the fucking ground, ignoring everything around him, IGNORING HIM!
Fucking Deku for some stupid fucking reason knew exactly how to behave, and for some even stupider reason he was the target of the police.
And now? Now Katsuki was watching as the police special squad dragged this weakling in handcuffs, both on his arms and legs, into one of the vehicles they had arrived in! What the hell is going on here!?
On top of that, he is being led by two policemen twice his size, who for some reason seemed to be afraid of the green-haired nerd!
Katsuki has to admit that those blank eyes of his are creepy, but still!
The worst part is that no one wants to tell him what's going on here!
Some government fucker in a suit walked towards Deku and waved his badge in front of this loser's eyes.
"Special Agent Nobuyuki Itō of the Ministry of Defence." The man introduced himself. "Izuku Midoriya, you are under arrest on charges of illegal weapons possession, hacking into government and private databases, falsifying personal information, tax evasion for the past four years, and much more."
To such serious charges, Deku merely laughed and replied with a confidence Katsuki had never heard from the mouth of this useless nerd, "I have a gun permit, you can' prove shit to me, you cunt, and since I owe you four years of taxes, you owe me two hundred years of back pension."
What the actual fuck?