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They call him the devil of Musutafu. Bastard also works fine, too.
“It’s the Daily Bugle, and I am Akio Parker reporting on a new vigilante that showed up last night. For his first night, he took down one of the largest drug empires in the city!”
“It’s the Daily Bugle, and I am Akio Parker. Today we are celebrating a one-month anniversary of having Daredevil protect our city. He has taken down more than 11 drug rings, 21 trafficking rings, and has stopped loads of other small crimes that the other heroes never bother with!”
“It’s the Daily Bugle, and I am Akio Parker reporting on the breaking news. There is an official warrant out for Daredevil’s arrest. Public opinion seems to be rising in favor of Daredevil despite the warrant!”
“It’s the Daily Bugle, and I am Akio Parker. Pro Hero Snipe was seen chasing after the Devil of Musutafu last night! Word has it that the public’s favorite vigilante was shot! Still, no word if he is in custody.”
“It’s the Daily Bugle, and I am Akio Parker reporting on the new sighting of Daredevil. He has seemed to have fully recovered from his injuries in record time. Which leaves the public with one question. What is Daredevil’s power?”
“It’s the Daily Bugle and I am Akio Parker. Daredevil is now to be killed on sight after murdering Pro Hero Mount Lady! The public is now in fear of the former vigilante turned villain!”
“It’s the Daily Bugle and I am Akio Parker reporting on the villain of Musutafu. Daredevil has been arrested by Pro Hero Earserhead! The public is safe from the Devil’s reign of terror!”
How did it go so wrong so quickly?
“For the last fucking time Tsukauchi, I didn’t kill Mount Lady!” Izuku shouted. He was really getting frustrated here. Tsukauchi was really pushing his buttons. Thankfully, his training with Foggy seemed effective in keeping him cool and collected on the outside.
“I know you’re lying Daredevil. I know you have a way to get around my quirk, you’ve done it before multiple times. We’ll talk later when you’re ready to admit the truth,” Tsukauchi said while getting up and exiting the room.
Where should Izuku start? With the fact that he didn’t kill Mount Lady? Or how about the fact that he had found a way around Tsukauchi’s quirk? Or should he talk about how screwed he was? Because he was oh so very screwed.
It wasn’t like it would matter though. Because in 3, 2, 1…
Lights out!
It was practically child’s play to sneak out of the dark police station. He dodged people running around panicking with ease. The icing on the cake was when he slipped out of the front door.
It was a bit more challenging dealing with the crowd that had built in front of the police station. However, Izuku simply scaled the walls of the police station and started hopping roofs.
Wasn’t this the life? Feeling the air rush through your metaphorical hair (he had his hair tucked away under his cowl obviously) and the thrill of the chase making your heartbeat skyrocket. Daredevil turned on his heel to stare at the hero who was oh so very far away from him.
He waved his hand mockingly, jumped off the building, and…
…promptly landed in a dumpster.
No matter what Shoto said he did not like hopping into dumpsters. It was a necessity, not a want.
Izuku buried himself under all the trash and sighed. He was going to have to stay there a while before the cops stopped combing. God, he was going to be tired for tomorrow. After all, it was his first day of school.
Wait why did his arm hurt?
Izuku Midoriya stood before the giant campus that was UA with his arm in a sling. Was he ready for this?
Of course, not! It was going ridiculously boring until the sports festival. (Though, it wasn’t like he’d be allowed to participate. He had to pretend to be the blind quirkless student, after all.)
School was a breeze and he navigated himself well around Pro Heroes. He did it every night, after all. The only real challenge was his tiredness.
Though, he had chugged a bunch of red bulls, and not the off-brand shit. This was the real stuff because goddammit Fogs we could afford fucking branded red bull. He’d gone through the worst kinda hell to get his powers, so he could drink as much branded shit as he wanted.
He went through the motions until he ended up in a hallway. Where the fuck was he supposed to go? It wasn’t like he had a map and he was very very blind. Well, he’ll just have to say he stumbled into the classroom on accident.
He listened for Cementoss’s voice. Once he found it, he simply followed the sound of his voice. He walked what felt like miles until he reached a door. He opened the door and pretended to be lost and confused.
“Is this General Education?” Izuku asked while tilting his head ever so slightly. “Ah, yes, it is. Might I ask, where is your guide? Cementoss asked. His guide? He was supposed to have a guide?
“Guide, Sir?” Izuku asked. “Yes, you were supposed to have a guide. Thank goodness you managed to stumble upon the classroom on accident,” Cementoss said sincerely, “Here I will lead you to your seat.”
Cementoss grabbed Izuku’s hand gently and led him to his seat. Izuku wanted to snap at the man that he wasn’t fragile, but that wouldn’t fit the character he was supposed to be portraying. He sat in his seat and ignored the whispers all around him.
Cementoss then began a welcome speech and handed out a syllabus. Izuku’s syllabus was all in braille. Finally, he wanted to snark. He calmed himself. They didn’t mean for him to have to wander around the building like an idiot. It was purely by accident.
Izuku read the syllabus quickly and learned that this was going to be way too easy. Izuku tuned out the rest of Cementoss’s speech and contemplated why he was even there. Oh right. Fogs made him go to school, because “it was good for him”. Boooo, he’s such a bore.
Izuku let himself drift off into oblivion as he waited to go to the welcome ceremony.
Lunch was almost as entertaining as paperwork. That meant that paperwork was more fun than sitting in a corner with high-pitched voices surrounding him. Lunch was a serious cause of overstimulation.
Izuku noticed three heartbeats move closer to his table, but pretended not to notice. He waited patiently for them to speak.
“Hello! Can my two friends and I sit here?” A sweet voice asked. “Of course,” Izumi said smoothly.
Three trays were put on the table and Izuku almost flinched at the noise. They were sitting in complete silence until a different girl cut the tension.
“I’m Tsuyu,” Tsuyu said in greeting. “How rude of me to not introduce myself. I deeply apologize. My name is Tenya Iida,” Iida said.
“I’m Ochaco Uraraka!” The bubbly voice said. “Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you,” Izuku said.
Izuku recognized one of those names. The Iida family. It was a prominent family known for their career. Heroes. Izuku figured that this must be Ingenium’s younger brother.
That all being said, he must be sitting with a group of hero kids right now. There’s no way a kid descended from heroes would want to be anything less than a hero.
“You’re from the hero course, aren’t you?” Izuku asked. “Yup! Let me guess… Ged Ed? Business?” Uraraka guessed.
“Gen Ed,” Izuku answered. “General Education is a wonderful course! So many great people have graduated from the course! You should be proud you are a student there!” Iida said. What a passionate guy.
“Uh so our homeroom teacher, Mr Aizawa, had us do this crazy quirk assessment today!” Uraraka said.
A wave sounded in Izuku’s ears. Mr. Aizawa. Eraserhead. Izuku had somehow forgotten the man was a teacher here.
Well, this was going to be more interesting than he thought.
“Tell me more,” Izuku said with a smirk doing his face.
“FOGGY I’M HOME!” Izuku shouted. He put his cane by the front door and walked into Foggy's office.
Foggy sighed deeply into his arms then said, “I could have had a client here, you know.” Izuku smiled sweetly. “That just makes it more fun” He chirped.
Foggy groaned and stood up. He handed Izuku an earpiece and said, “Shoto dropped this off early this morning. Told me not to let you throw it away this time,”
Izuku just laughed in Foggy's face. Annoying Foggy was his favorite pastime. Other than punching bad guys, and annoying Earserhead, obviously. Foggy was just so fun to tease.
Foggy and Izuku walked upstairs to their apartment and went straight for the kitchen. Foggy grabbed a soda and chips, while Izuku got out some ice cream out of the fridge.
Izuku knew Foggy grabbed sodas from the pop noise it made when it opened. He knew he grabbed chips from the crinkling of the bag.
Izuku and Foggy sat on the worn brown couch, Seriously Fogs they could afford a better couch! You’re a lawyer, after all! Foggy turned on the news. You know like an idiot.
“It’s the Daily Bugle and I am Akio Parker reporting on last night’s events. The public is in an uproar that the police failed to keep Daredevil behind bars. Tsukauchi released a statement saying he will catch Daredevil even if it’s the last thing he’ll do…”
Foggy quickly turned off the news. “You know how to create quite the stir, huh,” Foggy said. Izuku hummed in agreement. “You are one dramatic asshole,” Fuggy muttered. “Thank you!” Izuku practically chirped.
Foggy closed his eyes and rubbed his head like he had a massive headache. Izuku just giggled.
Izuku was on the prowl that night for his favorite scarf-wearing Pro Hero. Usually, he finds him on a rooftop, but today he found him covered head-to-toe in glitter and crouching on a streetlight.
“You trying to get on the cover of Vogue, Raser?” Izuku asked mockingly. Eraserhead practically growled. This was one of his favorite activities. Annoying Fogs was great and all, but annoying Easerhead was even more entertaining.
“You made quite the scene last night,” Eraserhead said. He must have hated the fact that Izuku slipped out of his clutches. “ Frostflare does say I’m one dramatic bitch.” Izuku said.
Shoto did call him that a lot. That usually queued Toga’s manic giggling. He could even picture Dabi rolling his eyes.
Shoto hadn’t told Izuku why they turned into vigilantes. All he knew was that Shoto and Dabi were heroes before. Wait that’s not true, he knew one more piece of information. One late night Shoto had whispered his real name into his ear. That was the same night he told Shoto he was blind.
“Where is your partner tonight, Daredevil?” Eraser said his name like it was a curse. A needle shot into Eraser’s neck and he dropped to the floor unconscious. Izuku smiled.
“Hello Frostflare,” He said with his widest smile.