Chapter Text
Shouta, aka the underground hero Eraserhead, was heading over to his snack roof to check on his latest problem child before heading home.
Vanisher was a vigilante that’s been on the scene for awhile now. He was given his name (after many arguments at the precinct for it to be Viridian instead) due to his ability to vanish out of thin air. There were still arguments about the vigilante's quirk being a teleporting or invisibility type but once the kid started pulling the same stunts in broad daylight, Shouta called it quits on catching him.
And he was a kid. No amount of pouting from Vanisher would change that.
For example, the snack roof the hero had just made it to and was inspecting for small black blobs. Vanisher had picked it, originally saying that since it was so close to the park, a place absent of light, it was a good spot to try and see the stars at night
In reality, Shouta knew it was because the kid liked to get lost in his thoughts while on the playground, so he chose a roof with a view of said playground. It allowed Shouta to find his problem child easier so he wouldn’t need to worry when the kid wasn’t at their meet up spot. (Not that he would ever say that to their face.)
It was due to this convenience that the hero spotted the vigilante almost instantly. As Eraserhead made his way down, he took in what the kid was doing.
He was crouched low, knees to his chest, as he drew in the dirt with a stick. Or wrote?
“Deku?”
Vanisher jumped at his voice, turning around and standing up in one quick movement. His shoulders were hunched to his neck and his arms were instantly up in a weak defensive position over his face. Stick lost in the quick movement. Both the curled shoulders and the poor stance were weird to see on the usually confident and skilled vigilante Shouta had come to know.
He didn’t get much time to contemplate the odd behavior as, a second later, the kid relaxed his position. Going right back to his usual laid back confidence.
“Oh hey ‘Raser.”
“Vanisher,” he nodded in greeting before walking towards, and slightly around, the kid. “So, the doll?”
“Huh?”
Shouta nodded his head back down towards the kanji in the dirt, prompting Vanisher to turn and face what the hero was talking about. “Deku. As in the doll. That is what that says right?”
“Oh, uh. Yea! Wooden Doll.” The kid laughed awkwardly before he started to use his foot to erase the writing. “Fitting name for something useless, huh?”
Even though the last part was said lightly, there was a hidden weight to the words that Shouta couldn't pin point.
“Why were you writing it?”
“Oh uh,” that seemed to throw the kid off guard ( he’s still looking down… ), till eventually he just gave a shrug. “I guess I like how the kanji look..?”
“Realy?” Shouta deadpanned, not convinced.
“Haha yea. Besides,” The kid lifted his gaze, green eyes locking on to black, “kanji can have different meanings.”