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"Why are you being so mean, your making him cry Kacchan. If you keep on hurting him, uh-I'll uh...I'll stop you myself!" A small boy with dark green hair spoke out, his body quivering as he spoke. taking a weak fighting stance.

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"Hmph. you wanna pretend to be a hero?" another boy with spikey blonde hair spoke, the boy behind him to his left grew a pair of wings, and floated up. while the boy on his right had stuck his arm up, his fingers growing longer. The blonde boy punched his palm, a small explosion going off against it. "You don't stand a chance without a quirk. Deku."

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A smile grew on the boys faces, which made the green haired boy raise his hands and back up a bit. In which the 3 boys rushed at the green haired one, the blonde being the first to throw a punch. 'Here's the sad truth. not all men are created equal.' The green haired boy laid on the ground, covered in cuts and bruises.

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'When I was 4 years old, I learned that some kids have more power than others. and that would be far from my last set back.'

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'The first incident was in Qing Qing city, an extraordinary child was born, who radiated light. After that, reports of people with superpowers popped up across the globe, no one knew what was causing these quirks. before long the supernatural became the totally normal, dreams a reality. the world became a super human society. with about 80% of the population Possessing some uncanny ability. our streets looked like scenes from comic books, as cities swirled with chaos and confusion, a new profession dominated our collected consciousness.'

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a large monster like thing screamed, and swung it's arm, destroying a metal utility pole. a tall, large and muscular man with white spiked back hair had ran forward, wearing a headband which had a yellow and black caution tape design, matching his belt and his wrist guards. stood underneath where the debris would fall. and braced himself. catching and holding up the broken utility pole, stopping it from harming anyone.

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"Oh nice, way to go death arms!" A man spoke out, followed by another. "The punching hero! I wish I had a quirk that made me super strong!"

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A string of water had shot out In front of the group of bystanders watching the battle, before morphing into a shape of lines, and circles with and x inside each one. "Everyone please stay back. This area is far to dangerous!" A man who looked like a walking fire hydrant spoke out, the water coming from his limbs. "Woah the rescue specialist Backdraft is here? He'll make sure were okay!" A man in the crowd spoke.

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"This guy must be pretty desperate to go full monster in the middle of the city...you know what happened?" The man who was talking turned to another person. "Just some Amateur. stole someone's bag and got himself cornered." The man responded. "A quirk like that and hes just a petty thief..." the first man spoke again.

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"I got held up, trains out. Another villain, I'm not sure when I'm gonna make it into the office-Eh?" the man made a noise of confusion as someone flew above him, but a green haired boy made his way through the crowd."

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"AAAAAH IT'S KAMUI! WE'RE YOU'RE BIGGEST FANS!" A group of girls screamed out as the tree like man jumped up to where the villain was. Dodging an attack from the large villain. "Get away from me, OR ILL BREAK YOU'RE TOOTHPICK." The giant villain screamed. Trying to attack the hero again, but once again failing to connect a hit.

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The green haired boy, Izuku Midoriya made it to the front of the crowd, staring up at the action above him. His eyes having not noticeable, but small bags under them. "Kamui wood's...he may be new but he's making a big name for himself..." He spoke to himself, his although unenthusiastic words caught the attention of the man besides him.

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"A few words is all I need to tell what you are." The man pointed at Izuku. "A Fan Boy." The man stated confidently. He glanced over at the man, putting a hand to the back of his neck. "Guess you could say that..." he responded, not looking at the man.

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Kamui wood's ran forward, dodging another attack from the villain, running up his arm and attempting to capture the villain. Extending his wooden arm to wrap around the villains wrist, but he simply swiped Kamui's bind away. sending Kamui high up in the process.

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He landed on the ground, sliding backwards from the speed, but he stopped his momentum. "Assault. Robbery. And the illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic. You are the incarnation of evil!" Those words made Izuku's eyebrow's furrow. Kamui had extended his arm to the side. "The pre-emptive, binding. Lacquered chain prison!" He exclaimed, the wood on his arms growing longer, the villain raising his guard to protect himself.

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"CANYON CANNON!" A stupidly huge woman kicked the large villain, knocking him unconscious. bending over she grabbed the villain by the wrist. "Piece of cake for the world's next hottest hero, hi there everyone I'm Mt. lady and you don't have to worry about this bum anymore~" She spoke in a playful tone, looking back at the group of people. dozens of men taking pictures of her.

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Izuku stared for a moment, before walking away from the crowd. Grabbing his book from his backpack. 'With the rise of super powers came an explosive increase in criminal activity. While governments were stuck trying to figure how to reform laws with quirks in mind, courageous people started performing heroic acts to keep our city safe.

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Protecting us against villains who abused their powers for evil. with overwhelming public support, heroes found and official place as peace keepers, overseen by the government. Those who perform the best were paid the most, and got all the fame and glory.

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"Gigantification huh, well she definitely has the looks and the attitude to be a crowd favorite, and her quirk is really showy but it'll be really hard to get around the city without damaging lot's of things. and that means, she might not be very useful." He muttered to himself, writing in his book.

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"What's that fan boy, You taking notes over there, Wanna be a hero too huh?" The man from earlier spoke loudly, sticking a thumbs up. Izuku turned around, looking at the man, and smiled a little bit. "Yeah, I do."

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"So. As third year students it's time to start thinking seriously about your future's and what you wanna do with your lives. I could pass out some career aptitude tests...but." The blonde teacher snatched up a bunch of papers on the desk. "Why bother." He paused before throwing the papers in the air. "I know you all want to be heroes!"

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His words made the class cheer out. The students all started using their quirks, one boy turned his hand into rocks. Another boy had smoke from his sleeve instead of his hand. One girl had 2 white horns protruding from her head. But. The two who weren't using their quirks were Izuku, and Kacchan.

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"Yes yes you've got some very impressive quirks, but no power usage allowed at school. Get ahold of yourself." But the noise all stopped once a cocky voice rang out. "Hey teach. Don't lump me in with this bunch of losers, I'm the real, deal but these guys will be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted C-Lister. Hah."

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His words send the other classmates into a frenzy. "YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN US KATSUKI?" One boy yelled out, as multiple people were yelling and angry at the blonde. "Let's go I'll take you all on!" The blonde yelled back.

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"Hmm...you've got impressive test results, maybe you will get into UA High." This sent the other students into shock, except for one. "He's gonna try for the national school-That school has a 0.2% acceptance rate-It's impossible to get into." Multiple people spoke at the same time, the blonde having a grin on his face.

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"That's exactly why it's the only place worthy of me." He spoke, suddenly jumping off his chair and onto his desk. "I aced all the mock tests. I'm the only one in this school who stands a chance at getting in." He pointed a finger at himself. "I'll end up more popular than all might himself. And be the richest hero of all time!" Clenching his fist and raiding it in the air. "People all across the world will know who I am. AND IT ALL STARTS WITH UA HIGH-"

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"Oh yeah Midoriya don't you wanna go to UA too?" The teachers asked, staring at the papers. which caused the blonde to freeze in place. Izuku on the other hand, was staring down at his papers, writing numbers with one hand, and using a calculator in the other.

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He didn't even need to look up to know that everyone was now staring at him, before laughter burst out from every student. But he didn't pay it any mind. "Midoriya? Your kidding right! There's no way your getting into the hero course without a quirk!"

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The laughter continued, but he didn't look up to see them, his focus was on his writing. which was far too much complex math for anyone to care about.

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"Well actually they got rid of those stipulations." He said while spinning the pen between his fingers. But he was stopped when The blonde made an explosion on his desk, the force of it pushing him back off of his chair. He looked up at the blonde with a tired expression.

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"Listen up deku. Your even worse than the rest of these damn rejects you Qurkless wannabe!" The blond grinned widely while clenching his fist. "You really think they'd let someone like you in when they could have me?" Izuku just stared up at him for a moment, before speaking.

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"Are you seriously still on about this?" He asked in a tone that didn't hide his irritation well. Which made the blonde angrier. "You'd never be able to hang with the best. YOU'D DIE IN THE EXA-" He was cut off by another voice. "Katsuki. Enough. Go back to your seat...unless you want your grades doctored for this behavior again."

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The blonde man spoke, in a serious tone which made the blonde boy clench both his fists, and grit his teeth. Who the fuck did this old man think he was. Speaking to the future number one like that? He thought to himself, but he decided to walk back to his desk, sitting back down.

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I hoped it wouldn't go like that... The teacher thought to himself, watching Izuku fix his chair, sitting back down on it. he wouldn't consider himself a biased teacher, not really any of the staff were. but he had a soft spot for Midoriya, having seen what it's like growing up Quirkless, his sister having no quirk herself.

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PM 1:12. A woman screamed on the ground, a blue shield surrounding her. A man running out behind her. "Hey! Get back here, Someone stop that monster!" He yelled out as a large slime or sludge like man was running down the street.

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"YELL ALL YOU WANT SUCKER THIS CASH IS MINE" The sludge monster yelled, followed by a laugh as he bolted off. "Dude where are all the heroes-Weird, normally someone would swoop in right away-Maybe their all still busy with that scene this morning?"

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Multiple people were gathered around, watching that sludge monster run away. a thin, skeletal like man walked out of the store behind them. "Remember when we didn't have to worry about rando's with Quirks all the time-Seriously there's no stopping him..." The thin man behind them, hidden by the shadows had grown larger, more muscular, taller.

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The three boys turning around to see who was talking, before all of them stare in shock seeing him. "You know why." The sludge monster looked back, his eyes widening to see who he was. Seeing the tall, muscular man have a large smile on his face. His large blonde hair and his pearl white teeth glistened in the sun. "I. Am. Here." He announced with a air of confidence, and bravado.

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"Oh yeah we should go to karaoke tonight." A girl spoke while walking out of the classroom, meanwhile Izuku was scrolling on his phone. Hmm her debut is all of the news... He thought to himself, putting his phone back in his pocket. "I'll finish this when I get home..."

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He mumbled to himself, picking up his notebook. about to put it in his back but someone grabbed it, looking up seeing Katsuki glaring down at him. "I don't know what you think your doing Deku, but were not done." This was really starting to irritate him now.

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"What'cha got, his diary?" One of Katsuki's lackeys spoke behind him. Staring at the notebook. "Analysis? Don't tell me your taking notes on how to be a hero...That's so pathetic!" The boy started laughing along with another. "He's Delusional!" The other boy spoke out while laughing, and Izuku stood up.

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"Yeah real funny. Can you just give me it ba-" Before he could finish speaking Katsuki made an explosion on the book. And in the same motion tossing the book to the side, and Izuku ran to it, tossing a chair to the side to try and catch it. but it flew out the window, leaving Izuku leaning over the open window. His jaw clenching.

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"Most first string heroes show potential early on, People look at them and know their destined for greatness. When I'm the only student from this garbage junior high to get into UA, people will start talking about me like that. They'll realize I'm legit. The next big thing. That's not ego talking I just know I'm good."

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One of the boys singing Ego under his breath. Katsuki walked up behind Izuku, putting a hand on his shoulder. some smoke coming off of his hand. "Here's a word of advice nerd. Don't even think about applying...Or else." He said with a wide smirk on his face. But Izuku simply stared down at his book, that was now floating in a water fountain outside.

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"That's just sad, I thought that you at least had some fight in you. He finally get's It He'll never be a hero. Better to find out now instead of later I guess." The boys each spoke while walking away, behind Katsuki, following him like dogs. But Katsuki stopped at the door, looking back at Izuku.

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"You know if you really wanna be a hero that bad there might actually be another way...Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life. And take a swan dive off the roof of the building." Izuku's hands gripped onto the edge of the opened window tighter, his knuckles turning white. But his grip loosened after moment. Not responding to the blonde.

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He listened as they left him alone in the classroom. And Izuku ran a hand through his hair, Taking a long, deep inhale, slowly exhaling all the air he sucked in. Everything was pissing him off, today was seriously testing his limits. But he went through the rest of his day like normal, until he was walking towards the water fountain.

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Just a few more fucking hours. He thought to himself, reaching down and picking up his busted up notebook, waving some fish away that were trying to eat it.

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He had opened the book, flipping through the wet pages, until an audible sigh escaped his lips. Seeing that the math and the calculations he was doing were mostly without damage. 'I can still finish this at home...' He thought to himself, putting the wet book inside his bag.

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"MOM HURRY!" A smaller, younger Izuku yelled excitedly, his eyes wide and his smile big. holding an all might action figure. Running into the kitchen behind his mother. "Come on Mom! IT'S COMPUTER TIME!" He exclaimed loudly, jumping up and down with far too much energy than necessary. "Already?" The much taller, green haired woman looked back down at her son.

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her green hair put up in a bun, wearing an apron. reaching forward and turning off the sink. "FASTER LETS GO!" Izuku yelled excitedly, and was swinging his entire body back and forth in his chair, his head bumping repeatedly into the chair.

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"Jeez...I think you've added 10 thousand views to this video yourself Izuku..." The woman said was a soft smile on her face as she pulled up his favorite video. "I don't know why you like it, I think it's scary..." She said while izuku leaned forward, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. His mother walking out of the room to go finish the dishes.

"Who is he? The guy's already saved a hundred people at least, and it hasn't even been 10 minutes! This is-This is crazy...I-I can't believe it!" A man yelled at a camera, looking quite disheveled some blood on his sleeve, and scuff marks on his face.

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the camera panning around at the dozens of people, some hurt worse than others, but they were all safe from the large fire ahead. The camera panning up to see a large figure walking over a crashed bus, the figures loud laughter booming out. his large golden hair having two large strands that stood high in the sky.

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"Look! Hes got more!" The man yelled, the figure stepped into the light of the fire behind him, carrying 10 different people. "Fear not citizens. Hope has arrived." The camera focusing on the man's large smile. "Because I am here!" The words made Izuku squeal with excitement, lifting his all might action figure.

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"He's the coolest in the universe! And once I get my quirk, I'm gonna be a hero just like him!" Izuku started mimicking the man's laugh.

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"Sorry kid It's not gonna happen." Izuku was frozen in place, his action figure clanking down on the ground, falling out of his hands. "Oh dear...So you really think there's something wrong then? Most of the other kindergarteners in his class have begun to show signs already..."

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His mother spoke while placing a hand on Izuku's back. "My records say you're a fourth generation quirk user, what powers do you and the boy's father have?" Izuku's mother took her hand off his back and placed it on her cheek, and waved her hand up and down, the action figure floating up towards her hand.

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"Nothing too special, I can float small objects towards me and my husband breathes fire. Their useful enough...I suppose." The action figure went into her palm, in which she held it.

"Izuku should've already manifested one of these quirks or a combination of both, but after viewing his X-ray's I don't think he's going to. You see when super powers first began appearing, there were many research studies conducted, and doctors discovered a link between the bones in a person's foot and their likely hood of developing a quirk. People with power's have only one join in their pink toes, their bodies have evolved into a more streamline version of the human form."

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The doctor pointed at an X-ray image of izuku's left foot, pointing at his pinky toe. "You can see here that Izuku has two joints in his pinky. Like roughly 20% of the population these days, based on the research that's available It's safe to say your son, Isn't going to develop a quirk."

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On the drive home Izuku was silent, when they arrived home he went to his room and sat on his chair. "Who is he? The guy's already saved a hundred people at least, and it hasn't even been 10 minutes! This is-This is crazy...I-I can't believe it!" Laughter coming from the monitor. "Look! Hes got more!" Izuku's mother turning around, looking at the still chair, and her unusually silent son.

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"Fear not citizens. Hope has arrived. Because I am here!" The chair slightly moved, a Izuku's small shaking voice coming out. "S-See that mom...There's always a smile on his face...No matter how bad things get...Even w-when things seem impossible he n-never gives up..." She watched him spin the chair towards her, tears threatening to fall down her face as they built up at the sight In front of her.

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Izuku with tears welling in his eyes, pointed at the screen with a shaking hand. "Do you think...I can be a hero too?" He asked while staring at her.

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She slowly walked forward, and stood in front of Izuku, crouching down to meet him at eye level. A soft, gentle smile spreading across her face as she wiped some tear's from her eyes. Leaning in and hugging her son. "Yes...Yes you can Izuku..."

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Izuku was walking down the street, slowly walking down a tunnel, checking his phone. But he turned around upon hearing some noises behind him, and his eyes widened seeing a villain. the thing seemingly made out of sludge or slime. "You'll make a perfect skin suit for me to hide in kid."

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The weird monster sludge thing spoke, and Izuku turned around, and without hesitation started sprinting away, the sludge monster jumping out of the grate and giving chase. 'Damn it. How is this damn brat so fast." The sludge monster thought to itself.

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Although the boy was fast, he was gaining on him. Getting closer, and just before he could reach the boy, he heard the sound of a grate popping up. He spun around, his eye's widening.

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"Have no fear, your safe. Now that I am here that is." The man spoke, the sludge villain trying to attack him, but he ducked down, and jumped forward. and planted his foot on the ground, sliding it forward. "Texas...SMASH!" The blonde man yelled out, throwing a punch, the force of it was strong enough to send a wave of air pressure towards the sludge monster.

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Which ripped through and dissipated the sludge, but when Izuku turned around he only had a split second to see the monster expanding. before feeling a heavy thud into his chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him back. smashing the back of his head onto the street and going unconscious.

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Tap Tap Tap Tap.

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"Hey. Wake up. Hey." Izuku opened his eyes, laying on the floor, looking up at the man above him, the number 1 hero in japan. All Might. "Thought we lost you there!" He spoke quite boisterously, and Izuku slowly sat up, putting a hand on his head, his fingers running up his green locks.

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"I'm assuming it was you that punched the ever living fuck out of me?" He said it a joking manner, a small smile on his face. "Yes, and I do apologize for my recklessness. But if it weren't for him chasing you, I would've still been chasing the man."

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His stupidly wide smile was plastered on his face, his hand on his hip. Izuku didn't want to admit it but, he did still look up to All Might. But fucking hell, he looks way different in person than in a video. he slowly got up, coughing a little.

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"Well look's like you're moving around all right. And thanks to your help. I've captured the evil doer!" He exclaimed, holding out 2 bottles filled with what was the sludge monster.

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"I would ask for an autograph, but my book is kind of fucked..." This got a loud laugh from the pro. "Young man, as long as you can write in a book, it is and will always be fully functional. Check inside whenever you have the time." Izuku reached down and grabbed the book that fell out of his bag, flipping through the pages, until ending up on the page all might had signed.

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which brought another small smile to his face. "Welp! I've got to take this guy to the police so they can take care of him. Stay out of trouble, See you around!" Izuku looked up, putting his book back in his bag. He understood why he had to leave already. But...he had a question he needed to ask.

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"Now stand back. I'm taking off. Thanks for your continued support!" He jumped high into the air, the trees shaking off some petals from the wind. But he felt a strange weight on his leg, looking down he saw the same boy holding onto his leg. "Hey hey hey what do you think you're doing!"

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He tried to shake the boy off his leg. "Let go I love my fans but this is too much!" "If I let go I'm dead!!" Izuku responded, his words made the man stop trying to shake him off. "Oh. That's a good point. I just want to ask you something!" He yelled back a response, and all might grabbed onto him, making sure he wont fall. But he let out a quiet cough. 'Shit' The man thought to himself, landing on a nearby rooftop.

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Izuku the bent forward, catching his breath, still slightly winded from earlier. "Not a very smart move. Bang on the door for awhile, someone will let you in. Now. I have to go. See you on the flipside!" Iuzku stood up, and grit his teeth, slightly annoyed at how much he was just trying to get away from him.

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"Wait, not yet. One second." Izuku called out, walking forward. "No. I don't have any time." The man simply responded while walking away. His words making Izuku grit his teeth more. Getting irritated now. "Can someone without a quirk become a hero? I'm a normal person without powers, can I ever hope to be someone like you?"

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His word's stopping the pro in his tracks. Turning back to look at the boy. "Without a quirk?" But before All Might could continue speaking he felt a jolt run through him. And he leaned down, smoke coming off of his body. 'Shit, not now god damnit.' He thought to himself.

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"Everyone always says that, without a quirk...I can't be a hero. and that not having one makes me weak...But I still wanna try saving people, I think it's one of the coolest things in the world...I want people to see me and know that their gonna be safe...and I want to prove that it's not as impossible as everyone makes it seem." He looked up, as he was looking down the entire time he was talking, seeing a large cloud of smoke In front of him. And he stared in confusion as the smoke dissipated, revealing an almost skeletal like man.

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"Uhm...did you just...deflate? Are you even really All Might?" He asked in a skeptical tone. which made the skinny man sigh. "I assure you that I am all mi-"He couldn't finish his Sentence before he suddenly spit out some blood. "The fuck..." The boy mumbled.

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"You know how guy's at the pool are always sucking in, and flexing to try and look buff? I'm like that." This made the boy raise an eyebrow, but he considered It for a second. "But that's your whole thing, a fucking giant who saves everyone, and beats every obstacle with a fearless smile..."

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All might sighed, looking away from the boy. "There's plenty of fear behind that smile...I'm counting on you to keep your mouth shut. don't go talking about this online or telling your friends." Izuku stared in confusion, but sucked in some air between his teeth watching all might sit down, and lift up his shirt.

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A large everlasting scar was present on his side. "Pretty gross right...I got this in a big fight five years back...my respiratory system is basically destroyed. I lost my whole stomach, and all the surgeries have pretty much worn me out. It cant be fixed...Right now I can only do hero work for about 3 hours a day...Rest of the time, this is what I look like."

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Izuku thought for a moment, and racked his brain for a possible answer. "5 years ago...was it toxic chainsaw?" All might thought the boy would've lost his shit by now, but he was a little surprised by how calm he was. "Wow kid you know your stuff, but no. the punk may have landed some hits, but he couldn't bring me down...Most of the world has never heard of this fight. I did everything I could to keep it under wraps..."

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He thought for a moment before speaking up again, staring at the boy now. "I'm supposed to be the guy who's always smiling right? I'm the symbol of peace. People everywhere have to think I'm never afraid" Looking down at his hand, and clenching his fist.

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"But honestly...I smile to hide the fear inside...It's just a brave face I put on when the pressure is high. This job Isn't easy...Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives. Some villains just can't be beaten without powers...So honestly no. I don't think you can become a hero without a quirk." He said while staring the boy in the eyes. Watching the boy put it head down, his hair masking his eyes.

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"If you wanna help people there are plenty of other ways to do it...You could become a police officer. They get crap because heroes capture most of the villains, but it's a fine profession...It's not bad to have dreams young man. Just...Be realistic."

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The man said while walking away, opening the door to the building, and walking inside. Coughing as he walked down the stairs. "Now to get you to the station." He patted the 2 bottles that still had the sludge monster inside of them. I hope the kid doesn't take what I said the wrong way... He thought to himself.

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Izuku stood there, listening to the man leave. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, and his nails started to dig into the skin of his hands. his teeth gritting against themselves.

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Fucking idiot. What did I expect to hear. Who the fuck would tell a Quirkless freak that they could be a hero. Why did I even fucking bother, I'm so fucking stupid. What is wrong with me, such a fucking-

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He put a hand over his face, and threw his head back, quelling his loud mind. taking in a large, deep breath. Holding it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling it. I just need to get home. he thought to himself, sliding his hand off his face, and relaxing his body.

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"Time to get down..." He mumbled to himself, and looked to the side, walking forward. speeding up to a sprint, jumping up and placing his hand on the railing, where his feet landed. Then he leaped off of the rail, landing down on a building adjacent to the one behind him, landing and going into a tuck and roll.

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He ran to the edge of the building he was now on, leaning over the edge and staring down at the alleyway. He jumped down, grabbing onto, and scaling down the fire exit on the side of the building.

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Free running, and parkour was the one thing that Izuku could say he was good at, although he didn't have a real choice. Learning how to do free running to get away from his bullies, and his skill certainly helped with just getting around.

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Walking out of the alleyway, he reached into his bag, grabbing the busted up notebook. opening the book as he walked down the street, tearing out the page with the calculations he wrote down. and he folded the paper, putting it back in the bag. he then tossed the book to his side, the book falling into a trashcan to his left. Stupid.

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He thought to himself. Sighing and running a hand through his hair. I need a damn shower.

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Izuku walked up the stairs of the apartment complex, walking down the hallway to room 513. grabbing his keys, he unlocked the front door, walking into the deafening silence of his apartment. Setting his bag down on the kitchen counter, but he heard small quick hops behind him. Turning around he watched his rabbit jump up onto the couch, and sprint across it, jumping up to him. A small smile growing on his face as he reflexively catch's the rabbit.

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"Hey buddy...missed me?" He asked obviously not getting a reaction from the already excited rabbit, the white fur of it sliding between his hands. He held the rabbit with one hand, walking over to the kitchen cabinet, and grabbing the pet food with his other hand. Walking into his bedroom, setting his rabbit down next to it's food bowl, which was next to a bunch of boxes filled with All Might merchandise.

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He filled the small bowl with the pet food, the rabbit munching on the new food. He went back into the living room, putting the pet food up. he leaned down over the kitchen counter, burying his head in his hands. Letting out a heavy sigh.

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He walked down the hall, and walked into the bathroom, opening his shower curtain and turning on the shower. Stepping back he started undressing himself, setting his clothes on the sink. and he stepped into the shower, the steaming water send a deep searing pain across his skin, but the pain slowly faded. Despite the pain being intense, but it was short term. And it had made his mind calmer, the pain would make his mind clear.

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But. Even now, today was so shit. It wasn't working. He shut his eyes, then placed his hands and pressed his head against the shower wall. Letting the burning water spread across his back. His mind was still racing, it wouldn't just shut the fuck up.

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The sound of crackling fire surrounded him, blood running down the side of his head, pushing himself off the ground, he held his shoulder. Feeling a deep pain running through it, he looked around frantically, hearing the sound of buildings being destroyed around him.

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Large debris falling around him, he stared up at the sudden blinding flash of flames. Heat radiating down at him, listening to a loud voice coming from the bright flames. "PROMINENCE-" He slammed his hand into the bathroom wall, sending a crack through it. 30 minutes passing by before he stepped out of the shower. putting on the same pair of clothes, drying his hair with a towel.

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'Fucking bastard...' He thought to himself, turning of the shower before walking out of the bathroom. Walking to the living room and grabbing the piece of burnt paper from his bag, walking into his bedroom and sitting down at his desk.

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It took him about 15 minutes to finish the calculations from earlier today. The total coming out to about 800 thousand yen. Setting the paper to the side he got up from his chair, walking over to the box of All Might memorabilia. Rummaging through the box, until he found the small action figure of All Might.

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Grabbing it, he walked over to his desk, turning on his computer. He went to his favorite Auctioning website, he then took a picture of the figurine, which a few weeks ago had turned 4 years old now. Without a second thought he put it up for auction, getting up and going over to his closet. Changing his pair of clothes into something fresher.

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Wearing a cream white cotton sweater, and grey ripped jeans. Walking over to the kitchen counter, he grabbed his bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, and he grabbed his pair of white sneakers. Putting them on. He thought for a moment before taking his bag off of his shoulder, opening it and grabbing his wallet.

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Walking out of his apartment. Pulling his phone from his pocket and opening his GPS. Pinning down a location, he walked away from the apartment, walking down the street. The sun slowly lowering down as the time passed by on his walk. But he made a stop at a flower store, walking in and the old man behind the counter greeted him with a smile. He had become a regular to this store, coming here once every 2 weeks. He walked around for a few minutes, before deciding on a bouquet of white lotus flowers.

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He walked out the store holding the bouquet of flowers, paying around 5 thousand Yen for the flowers. Which was by no means very cheap. Especially with the money he had on hand, but it was worth it. Walking down the street he passed by a villain attack, not paying it any mind and just ignoring it.

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He walked for awhile, eventually arriving at his destination. He stared up and Musutafu's hospital, walking into the building he went up to the reception stand. "Uhm, I'm here to see my mother...Inko midoriya." He spoke to the woman behind the computer. "Ah yes, the nurse was expecting you soon." She told him which way was to his mother's hospital room.

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A soft smile on the boy's face as he walked away. Taking the elevator up to the 7th floor, walking down the hallway with multiple of the hospital staff greeting him. which he did back in return. But before he could get to his mother's room, a nurse that he'd grown familiar with stopped him.

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"Oh I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't have any time to give you a call." Izuku rubbed the back of the neck, staring at the nurse with a look of indifference. "Oh It's fine, just uh...how is she?" He asked, having a slightly noticeable hint of anxiousness in his voice. "She hasn't exactly gotten better...But fortunately she's not gotten worse, her vitals. Nutrition. Acid and sugar. Everything has settled...But...She still shows no sign of waking anytime soon..."

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The boy looked to the right, and peering into the room through the window, Staring at his mother, who was stuck in an eternal slumber. "Still nothing..." She looked at the teenager, seeing the detached stare, but It was filled with repressed emotion. "I'll keep you notified in case she shows any signs..."

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Placing a soft hand on his shoulder, rubbing it for a moment before walking away. A soft sigh escaped his lips, walking into the hospital room, walking over to the left side of her bed. Grabbing the small vase on the small desk besides her, replacing the few dead flowers with the new white lotus's.

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He stared down at his mother, being trapped inside her coma, his eyes tracing across the burn scars that ran across the left side of her body. He slowly placed his hands on the small railing on the side of the bed, his grip on it tightening the longer he looks. Remembering it vividly. The screaming. The pain. The blood. But he tried to calm himself, loosening his grip on the side of the bed.

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"Uhm...Sorry I let the flowers die...I was really busy with work and school, but I brought you new ones...I hope you like...Them..." His speaking slowed, his words getting quieter until they stopped all together. Now just staring at his mother. Sighing and taking his hands off the bed, he put his hand on his face. Running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes.

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'What the fuck am I doing...Why am I even here. You can't even fucking hear me. Please...Please just fucking wake up...' He thought to himself, leaning down and resting his elbows on the bed, burying his head in his hands. His palms digging into his eye sockets, stopping the tears that were threatening to come out of his eyes. Stifling a sob in his own throat, gripping onto his hair with a tight grip, pulling at his hair.

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His hands trembling against his head, and he stood there for a few minutes in silence. No comfort coming, his emotions threatening to come out in a avalanche of tears, but he lets out a shaking sigh. Slowly pulling his hands away from his head, taking a deep breath, he stood up, fixing his posture. Staring down at his mother, putting his hands inside his pockets.

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Izuku walked out of the hospital, looking up and seeing that the sun was out of the sky now. He grabbed his phone, seeing that the time was 9:55 PM. He stayed in there for a few hours longer than he expected, but it was fine, he still had plenty of time to get home. Putting his phone back in his pocket, and started walking down the street. He couldn't help but notice the lack of people out right now, unaware of an announcement made earlier.

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"Are there still people late here...?" A tall man with black long unkept hair, and bags under his eyes that indicated a serious case of sleep deprivation spoke. Looking over at an equally tall, much more put together short black haired man, putting on his tan hat which matched his overcoat.

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"Almost. we're still waiting on death arms. He said that he'd be here in-" He was cut off by the door not to far away bursting open, nearly taking it off its hinges. This simply just made the man sigh, looking to the side, past the other heroes that were inside the room. "Let's Do This." The much bulkier man said with far too much energy.

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Izuku was staring down at his phone while walking, the lack of people and heroes around was actually quite nice. It gave him a needed break from the world as a whole, looking at the clock on his phone again he was it was 10:23 PM. He wondered how much sleep he'd get tonight, if he ends up getting home later than now. But it was only a few more miles. 'Do I need to buy him another bag of fo-'

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His thoughts about his rabbit had come to a halt, the sound of a thud and a scared wince catching his ear to the right. He turned his head towards an alleyway, seeing a man holding a woman by the throat. Pressing her against the wall. 'Shit.'

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The sleep deprived man put a hand to his ear, pressing a button on his earpiece. "Mount lady. You're up." He steeped off the edge of the building he was on, grabbing onto the ledge and positioning his body to jump away from the wall towards another building. "So I'm just here to kick a building...Seriously?" Her irritating voice was forced into his ear, which made him internally agitated.

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"Just do it." He spoke into his ear piece again, taking his hand away from his ear. After a few seconds, he watched the woman grow over 3 times the building's size. Gripping the ledge tighter, and taking in a deep breath, preparing himself for this. He watched Mt. Lady wrench her leg back, and slam it into the building, which sent debris, concrete, metal and other rocks to go flying into the air. Which were caught mid air by some fabric that shot up to each of them.

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He exhaled his deep breath, and jumped from the side of the building, grabbing onto the now falling walls of the building. His weight transferring his speed and energy into the wall, sending it down into the gaping hole of the building, Several heroes jumping in alongside him.

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The large wall landed on top of someone, looking down he saw one of the targets they were after trapped under the rubble. He looked back forward, jumping off the fallen wall, grabbing the large scarf that was around his neck, throwing the end of it towards someone who was rushing towards him. His hair standing up, the man trying to swing his arm forward, but his eyes widened.

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"I-I can't use my quirk!" He yelled out to the others that were coming in behind him, and before he could move, the scarf wrapped around his body, and tightened. Causing the man to fall over. Unable to move. Watching in horror as multiple heroes ran behind him, hearing the others behind him getting taken down. Being completely helpless to stop them.

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"Damn it! I'll kill y-" He was cut off by kick to his head, knocking him unconscious. The tired man looked at one of the many swat members who were called for this, hearing the sounds of yelling and fighting around he sighed. Loosening his grip on the scarf, grabbing a bottle of eye drops from his pocket and pulling down a large pair of goggles he wore.

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Putting some eye drops in his eyes, looking over to his right and putting the eye drops back in his pocket. "Hey. Ectoplasm. Are there any more of them trying to escape?" He asked while walking toward a tall man, who's legs were prosthetics, a large coat covering his body. Wearing a tight body suit underneath, alongside a matching gold and black helmet.

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"No, everyone else has cleaned up the stragglers." His words made the tired man rub his eyes. "Well...Now to see if any of them know anything..." His gaze turned back to the unconscious man on the ground.

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Izuku felt a slight surge of panic run through him. Looking around he saw no one. No heroes to help. The minority of heroes that would patrol at night, let alone in this area were so few, he could probably count them on one hand. He had to do something. But what could he do?

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Looking around inside the alleyway, he stayed behind the wall, peering his head out from the side, the man had a grin on his face. One that made his blood boil, looking down he saw an array of trash on the dirty concrete. Among them was a brick which was broken in half, and feeling a mixture of impulsivity and anger take him over, running into the alleyway he reached down.

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Picking the broken brick up, and wrenching his arm back, he threw it at the man as hard as he could. The brick slamming into the side of the man's head before he could turn it, causing him to let go of the woman. "Go!" He yelled at the woman as the man held the side of his head, growling in pain. But thankfully the woman just listened without hesitation, running past him and out of the alleyway.

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"Thank you!"

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She yelled as she ran away. The fact she was no longer in danger lifted a small weight off his shoulders, but now what was he doing. He was still running at the man, who was now finding his bearings. Turning to him, and Izuku saw the man look at him, which admittedly he felt a bit of fear run though him, especially seeing the blood run down the side of the man's head.

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But he couldn't think for too long before the man started charging at him, taking a breath he watched the man plant his foot, taking a swing towards him. Which he was swiftly ducked under, running to the side and climbing up on top of a dumpster, using it to jump off of, reaching his hand up and grabbing onto a fire escape's ladder.

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He quickly began pulling himself up, but before he could make any significant height, he felt a hand wrap around his ankle. Not even having a time to think before he was yanked off the fire exit, and thrown towards the ground.

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He landed on his feet, trying to maintain balance amidst the pain that ran through his rigid legs from the impact, but he only managed to stumble sideways and slam into the cold wall. He turned his head back only to be met his a heavy fist to his face, that tore his lip open, and smashed his head against the wall.

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His head starting to pound from the impact, but he felt a grip on the back of his neck, only to be met by a deep pain running through his stomach. Feeling the man slamming his fist into his stomach, the impact was enough to almost make him throw up the breakfast he ate.

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His eyes widening at the pain, some spit coming out of his mouth as he gasped for air, the breath he had in his lungs begins taken away. But the man didn't let up, he felt the man grab him by his sweater, only to be picked up and thrown to the other wall on the opposite side of the alley. His back slamming into it with a loud thud, his sweater having a large tear across it.

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He fell down on the cold floor, his torn lip pouring blood down his mouth and onto the concrete. Trying to push himself off the floor was only met with a kick to his face, another kick then being slammed into his stomach, which made him wince in pain. Now that he had to time to process it. But he was kicked onto his back, staring up at the alleyways that stretched high into the sky, it was actually almost beautiful if it weren't for his circumstance...

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He felt the men get on top of him, only to have 2 hands wrapped around his neck, which made his breath hitch in his throat. Staring up at the man, he saw the rage, the fury, the lust for blood in his eyes. "You should've minded your damn business brat." The man growled out, tightening the grip around his neck.

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The hands around his neck made him try to desperately claw at them, his nails digging into the man's skin, trying to push his arms back, and trying to push the mans face away. But all of it was futile, his weak, feeble attempts to save himself were all useless. He was gonna die here. His vision started getting blurry, his head was pounding, he tried to reach around for anything, looking to the side and grabbing onto a smooth, cold bottle.

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Gritting his teeth and swinging his arm desperately forward, the loud shattering of glass ringing out against the man's head. Some of the glass falling down on his face, cutting his cheek. But he took a deep gasp of air, turning over to his side, holding his throat and coughing, trying to regain his bearings.

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Looking over to the side he saw the man holding the side of his head, blood pouring down his hand. But regardless he lunged towards the boy, only to be met with the broken bottle being slammed into his face. The glass tearing into his face, causing him to scream out in pain, the sharp glass tearing apart his eye. He opened his other eye, curled down on the ground in pain, only to see the boy's foot colliding with his face. Knocking the man unconscious.

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Izuku held his throat, still coughing and gasping for breath. It took him a few minutes to finally catch his breath, staring at the bloodied unconscious man on the ground in front of him. Looking down at the broken, blood covered bottle that he left go of, picking it up and slowly standing up.

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Still breathing heavily, holding his stomach. He lightly kicked the man's body making sure he wouldn't wake up, or maybe he was dead. Right now he wasn't sure he could really care, stumbling over to the dumpster that had a noticeable dent in it, opening it and smashing the bottle against the inside of it, letting the shards fall into the trash.

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Leaning against the dumpster he took a few more seconds to compose himself. Calming himself down amidst the pain in his face, stomach, and his back. He slowly pushed himself off the dumpster, and walked out of the alleyway holding his stomach. He looked back at the unconscious man, remembering the woman's words in his head. 'Thank you!' He felt a slight smile grow on his face, but he turned away, and began his long walk home.

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He opened his front door again, coming back to the same deafening silence like before. His face having dried and hardened blood running across it, his hand still clutching his stomach. walking over to his bag, he reached inside, grabbing an unfrozen ice pack, walking into his kitchen and opening the fridge, setting it inside.

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Letting out a deep sigh that made a small pain run through his stomach, he walked down the hall and into his bathroom, slowly taking off his shirt. Staring into the mirror, he looked at himself in the reflection, his tired, detached, unmoving gaze focused on his own eyes.

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He reached down, turning the sink on and cupping some water into his hands, leaning down and splashing the water across his face. The cold wash freezing his face, and made the dried blood slightly loosen up, lifting his head back up he brought his hand to his face, touching the dried blood and slowly peeling it off.

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The blood slightly pulling at his skin and his torn lip, not making a noise as his lip was pulled, but he scratched and pulled at the dried blood until it was all gone. Stepping back and running a hand through his hair, he looked at his stomach, which was already starting to bruise his light skin being a slight purple.

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Sighing and walking out of the bathroom, yawning as he walked down the hallway and into his bedroom, his rabbit standing up and jumping onto his bed, jumping over to him. He caught the rabbit with a smile, carrying it with one hand over to his desk, the rabbit sitting down on it next to his laptop.

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He pet his rabbit, laughing a little. "It's been a few weeks since I had to worry about this huh?" He spoke to the rabbit, which predictably didn't respond back, just blinking at him enjoying the pets it was getting.

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He looked at his laptop, forgetting to turn it off when he left, closing the auctioning website, and thinking back about today. The words of the woman he saved sticking in his mind. 'Thank you!' But it was offset by the words of that blonde freak. 'It's not bad to have dreams young man. Just...Be realistic.' His words him him grimace. Although he hated to admit it, but the blonde, skinny, smiling bastard was right,

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his chances of becoming a hero were pretty much zero. But he found himself typing in the nearest police station, opening the website and scrolling through it, until he found a link that took him to a way to apply. Putting in his short resume and sending it into the station, afterwards he closed the tab, opening a new tab on Youtube, and started playing piano music.

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Nocturne in C sharp minor. A personal favorite of his, the song was quite calming and relaxing. But he got out of his chair, and got down on his floor, starting to do pushup's. Doing so for a few minutes before switching to sit ups, and if he was being honest with himself. He wasn't that bad in terms of his physical health, his body was naturally athletic, and his free running helped at developing his legs.

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After about 25 minutes of working out, his music cycling through various jazz and piano music, he stood up, some light sweat dripping down his forehead. He grabbed a small towel nearby and wiped his forehead of its sweat, walking out of his bedroom, and going into his kitchen. Grabbing a glass cup, filling it up with water and walking back into his bedroom, sitting down at his chair.

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Pausing his music, and opening a new tab, seeing the auctioning site once more, and taking a sip while checking his figurine that he put up on there. The cold water was soothing to his sore, damaged throat from earlier, but all that went away with his eyes widening and nearly spitting the water out.

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Coughing and putting the glass down as he held his throat, going into a coughing fit, after a few minutes he finally stopped coughing. His throat was already damaged enough now, but he looked at the listings. Staring at the top buyer, the name that was posted floored him, his jaw hanging open.

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'Mirai Sasaki. Aka: Sir Nighteye.'

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The bidding was 9 million Yen, although the action figure was only worth around 1.2 million yen, he was essentially guaranteeing he would win the bid by over paying. He looked over at his rabbit who had it's head turned to the side in seeming confusion, but a smile grew on the boy's face. "Looks like your gonna get the expensive kind tomorrow."

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He spoke to the rabbit, and stopping the auction, getting out of his chair and picking up the figurine, putting it inside a small box surrounded by Styrofoam. He closed and sealed the box, setting it in a corner of his room. Walking over to his closet, he put on a black tank top, and plopped down on his bed. Sighing as his rabbit jumped onto his chest, closing his eyes and finally getting some sleep.

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He opened his eyes. hearing the blaring sound of his alarm to his left. Looking down at his rabbit who was still sleeping peacefully, reaching down and slowly picking him up, setting him down on the bed and putting the blanket over him. Getting out of his bed and turning off his alarm, it was 4:15 AM, rubbing his eyes and walking over to his closet.

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Grabbing his broom and he started sweeping the floor, starting with his room and going down the hall, then his kitchen, piling the dust and light bits of trash into one spot. Picking it up with a dust pan, dumping it into the trashcan, leaning his dust pan and broom against the wall.

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Walking into his kitchen, he opened his refrigerator, which was mostly empty. Grabbing a small cold bowl of rice and some nori, molding the rice into a small triangle, wrapping it in the nori. Looking back at the now empty bowl, putting it inside the sink.

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Filling it with water and picking up the onigiri he just made, taking a bite of it, walking back into his bedroom. Glancing at his digital clock, the time was 4:22, he walked over to his closet and taking his last bite of his onigiri. Grabbing a white long sleeve dress shirt, putting it on and grabbing a black tie, then grabbing a black mask.

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Walking into his bathroom, tying his tie around his neck, adjusting it underneath his collar, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, staring at himself in the mirror. Putting his black mask on which covered up to his nose, hiding his scarred lip. Grabbing a hair brush from his sink, brushing his hair for a short moment, setting his brush back down on the sink and walking out of his bathroom.

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He walked to his backpack which was still sitting there from yesterday, slinging it over his shoulder and picking up a skateboard that was laid next to the front door. Walking outside and going down the floors of the apartment complex, reaching the street he ran forward and jumped on his skateboard, the wind brushing across his face and making his tie flow in the air as he skated across the street.

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Arriving at the building he unlocked the doors, walking inside, the place dark and silent. walking into the backroom, setting his skateboard down the wheels slightly rolling the board forward. Flipping on the light switch he lifted his arm, covering his eyes as the light overstimulated his retinas, but after a few seconds he lowered his arm.

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Rubbing his eyes as he walked over to the corner of the backroom, grabbing the broom and walking into the main center. Looking at the inside of the Cafe that he'd come to grow so accustomed to, sweeping the floor, walking behind the counter and grabbing a towel alongside a bottle of cleaner.

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Walking aside the chairs and tables, cleaning each of them one by one. Walking back behind the counter, putting the cleaning supplies up, checking the time on his phone. 5:56 AM. Walking around the counter, opening the Cafe and swapping the sign in the window around, walking back and setting up the few coffee makers that were behind the counter.

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The sun slowly lifting up, starting to slowly bring a soft light inside the Cafe. His eyes wandered from the coffee machines to the door, the bell dinging quietly and signifying someone walked inside, seeing a regular who was always here at 6:30. on the dot.

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"Hey there greenie..." The blonde man spoke out, his large red wings behind him resting at his sides, his eyebrows looking more like blonde feathers than hair. "Want the usual?" Izuku spoke while turning around, a slight smile on his face beneath the mask.

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He started to make the simple but specific order, a cup of coffee with 2 pumps of creamer, and 1 quarter cup of sugar. That was the order of the number #11 hero in japan, Hawks. "Yeah, I have to be in a few meetings soon so make me two." His friendly nonchalant tone was so unlike any other hero, usually they would put on a loud voice and confident personality, but not him.

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The first hero to start his own agency at 18, and to rise up to nearly the top ten in just a year was something that made people say he was too fast for his own good.

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"By the way kid. What's up with the mask, you get your ass kicked again?" This made the green pause for a moment before laughing a little, spinning back around with the two coffee's. "Yeah...something like that..." Handing the coffee's over to hawks, and grabbing the cash and change left on the counter.

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Watching him walk away, and he couldn't lie to himself, although most people saw it as rude. It was nice talking to someone who said whatever was on their mind...

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"Catch you later." Hawks spoke while walking out of the Cafe, jumping off the ground and flying away out of view. Sighing, he leaned back against the machines, running a hand through his hair. Hopefully today was gonna be easier than yesterday.

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His day went by as normal, making each order by himself, the next 30 minutes flew by until the only other employee walked in. A woman who sadly was his only friend, not someone his own age, but someone who worked with him in their late 20s.

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"Hey there." She spoke with a calm, laid back tone. Her mixture of white and tiger orange hair swayed slightly as she walked, her hair ended around shoulder length, and Izuku had to admit, he did have a small crush on her. "Hey, want something?"

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Pointing a thumb back at the machines, which got a smile and a nod from the woman, the white eyepatch over her left eye pushing up a little. "You dealing with those brats again?" She asked casually, noting the mask which he only wore to cover even the slightest bruise.

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"Uh...Not exactly." He finished the small, dark roast, iced coffee. Handing it to her as she walked to the back, clocking in. Which made him realize he forgot to clock in today, facepalming and letting out a tired, exhausted sigh. Walking back there with her, waiting for her to clock in first.

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"My offer still stands if you wanna learn how to fight kid. I'm not ex military for nothing y-know." Thinking for a moment as he took his turn clocking in. "Well...Actually, you have anything I should focus on?" A slight grin grew across the woman's face, taking a sip of her coffee. "Well, your body is pretty well built. so...I'd say..."

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Step Step Step. "Fucking amateur's." Izuku mumbled to himself while sprinting down the street, dodging and weaving in between people at inhuman speeds. "Deku! Get The Hell Back Here You Damn Nerd!" Katsuki screamed while chasing after him, his 2 lackeys following behind him.

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'Today overall was going fine, nothing was too out of the ordinary. His work flew by, and school went by without too much trouble, but he's be lying if he said he didn't have fun losing these dumbasses.'

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Hellooooo, i am almost done with the next chapter, and its over double the length of the previous one. And it should hopefully be out by 1-3PM tomorrow, sorry for the time between but i finally got most of my writer's block dealt with I think. And im excited to get back into it :3

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4:30AM Glancing over at the clock she sat up, getting out of her bed and stretching. Walking through her apartment into the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror for a moment, her left eye was missing it's iris. Her entire eye a mixture of white and gray. Her tiger orange and white hair was a mess of tangled hair. reaching down and grabbing a brush, combing her hair, pulling and tugging at the knots and stuck together hair. After a minute she undressed, stepping into the shower and closing her eyes, letting the water which was practically ice cold run down her face, and scarred body. And after while she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, reaching down and picking up a hairdryer. After a couple minutes she stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to her closet and changing into a white long sleeve dress shirt, and putting a tie on.
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4:58AM. She let out a deep exhale, pushing herself up from the ground, her legs and back swaying slightly in the air as she pushed her up. "19..." Taking a deep breath and counting each handstand pushup she did. "59...60." She sat down, looking at the clock on her bedside drawer, 5:07PM. Standing up she walked down the hall into her kitchen, opening her fridge and grabbing an apple and a box of oatmeal. Closing the fridge and picking up and small pot, filling it up with water and setting it down on the stove as it heated up. After a few minutes of waiting she turned the stove off, picking up a bowl and filling it with the oat's. Filling it with the boiling water, proceeding to mix it with a spoon, thickening the oat's. Picking up the bowl and the apple, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv to check the news. Biting into the apple while watching the aftermath of a villain organization raid, yesterday a warning went out to stay inside incase of any collateral. She started eating the oat's and biting into the apple back and forth, after finishing the bowl she walked over into the kitchen, putting the bowl in the sink and walking back into her bedroom. Taking another bit into the apple, she held it in her mouth and put on a pair of black dress pants, putting on and tying a pair of white and orange sneakers. Glancing at the clock to her bedside. 5:44PM. Getting up, she walked out of her bedroom leaving her above average apartment, walking down the hallway and glancing between the elevator and the stairway. 11 Floors of stairs later she was walking outside, glancing down and taking her phone from her pocket after hearing a ding. Opening her messages, she smirked at the text on her screen. 'Yo. QUF is gonna have a crazy night. They have Mindless doing a match against The Bull. But they need an opener for tonight. You down?' She raised her phone to her mouth, pressing a mic button. "Fuck. yes."
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She panted lightly as she ran down the street, her running form was absolute perfection, a bead of sweat running down her head. She had been running for over and hour, taking an occasional break to stretch, but she finally slowed down, walking into the Cafe. "Hey there." She spoke to the green haired teenager who was her co-worker. "Hey, want something?" He pointed his thumb back at the coffee machines, she smiled a little, nodding and walking around the counter. "You dealing with those brats again?" She asked casually, knowing he would hide the smallest bruises with a mask, taking the small, dark roast, iced coffee. "Uh...Not exactly." She walked into the backroom, opening the console and clocking in with her account pin. "You know, My offer still stands if you wanna learn how to fight kid. I'm not ex-military for nothing yknow." The green haired teen put his pin in on the machine. "Well...Actually, you have anything I should focus on?" She couldn't help but let a small grin grow on her face at his words. 3 months of pestering, finally. She knew he'd come around eventually. Taking a sip of her coffee before speaking. "Well, your body is pretty built. So...I'd say...actually, since you have the whole fundamental stuff down, just bulk up a bit. And swing by whenever you have a chance." She walked out of the back room, setting the coffee down on the counter. Adjusting the self made patch over her eye. "Well...about that, I don't exactly have a whole lot to spend on food..." The green haired boy spoke embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away. She grabbed a tag from under the desk, clipping it on her shirt, just above her chest. The tag having her name on it. 'Itsumi. Futami.' She pondered on his word's for a moment, and having an idea that could end a little badly. "Hey...I'll send you a text to a location, meet me there tonight." Her tone switched to a slightly more serious tone. "Uh...Alright." He responded a little confused, but deciding not to question it he just made some casual small talk. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ After another 30 minutes, the green haired teen grabbed his bag and quickly left the building. Itsumi was cleaning one of the metal coffee machines, the soft dinging of the door opening catching her ear. Looking back she recognized 2 people of the three that walked to a table and sat down, walking around the counter and up to the table. "Hello, may I get you three anything?" She took their orders of various coffee's, her mind wandering on the 2 at the table she knew. Both were heroes that were well known, Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada And Midnight/Nemuri Kayama. Although they were out of costume, it wasn't that hard to tell they were pros. Midnight had a pretty recognizable face and hair, Which was thick, spiky and long, the hair being layered in a pony tail. But the give away was the dark purple shade of her hair, and the 3 split bangs didn't do her any favors of not getting recognized. And the other, Present mic. A tall, slender man who had bright blonde hair, which was normally spiked back when in costume, but was currently tied back to keep it down. His square frames glasses, and small brown mustache actually helped him get recognized less. But the man in the middle, she didn't recognize at all. His long, disheveled, unkept and messy. long black hair draped down, wearing a black sweater and black pants, his light stubble and the large bags under his eyes made him look honestly like a hobo. But regardless, Itsumi walked back, making their drinks behind the counter and bringing it back to them. Going back to cleaning the machines afterwards, and she wasn't paying much attention, but she could occasionally hear a few things they were saying. "So wha- -- -ou think about t------ ----pearing? H--l if I ---- It'll b- - -----nce..." She'd be lying if she said that she gave half of a shit about what they were talking about, after all, she had better things to focus and think about. Like the upcoming night. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ After awhile, watching customers come and leave across the hours, and she was currently in the back. Searching for the broom to start sweeping to clean up, but upon grabbing and finding the broom, she heard a heavy thud. The hair on her neck standing up, immediately getting behind the wall. Straining her ears to hear better. "Come on man, there's fuck all in here. LIKE I FUCKING SAID-Shut the hell up! Are you trying to get us caught?" She listened to the ensuing conversation between the two unknown individuals, tightening her grip of the broom, a small grin starting to grow on her face. "Relax dude, no one's even in here. And if someone was, I have this remember?" The sound of a gun being cocked rang out, a familiar sound to the woman they had no idea was a mere 20 feet away. "Christ...Just check the damn place and lets get the fuck out of here." The quiet sounds of them rummaging behind the counter filling the cafe. "You should've just listened to me, I told you there would be nothing, there's just this back room lef-" He opened the door to the back room, only to be met with the end of a broom into his side, a crack ringing out under the pressure, making him drop the gun and fall back on his ass. "The hell?!?" The other man yelled, only to see someone bolt out from the back room, running towards him while rapidly spinning and twirling the broom in her hands. Sliding his foot forward, he threw a hook, only to have the side of the broom slammed into his forearm. She then slid her hand across the broom handle, and pulled her left hand down, her right hand going up to help the pivot, the end of the broom handle bashing up under the man's chin. Making him stumble back. Turning back around, she saw a punch flying towards her, swaying her head back and raising the broom handle to his fist. The impact immediately smashing the broom handle in half, a soft laughter coming from the woman. Flipping her grip on the right half of the broom handle, and slamming it into the man's jaw, making him fall to the floor. Using the momentum of her movements to spin on her heel, sweeping her leg high into the air. Her calf slamming into the other man's pair of arms, which were blocking his head from the impact. Fixing her stance, she ran towards the man, the man throwing a jab, which she slipped out of the way of. upper cutting the man, in the stomach, slamming the palm of her other hand into the man's face. Wrapping her arms around the man and holding him tightly, thrusting her knee up into his stomach, making him fall to the floor. She went to turn around, but got tackled to the floor on her side, the man getting on top of her, raising his fist and throwing it down towards her face. But he was suddenly thrown over her, bucking her hips up to push the man forward, slipping her leg underneath the man, slamming it into his stomach and kicking him over her. His back slamming into the ground with a heavy thud, his eyes widening at the deep pain shooting through his spine. Putting her hands on the floor and kicking her feet up in the air, flipping herself onto her feet, standing up and vaulting over the counter to avoid a kick from her left. The man following behind her, catching up and throwing a hook, which she twisted on her back foot, twirling behind the man's arm. In which she put her forearm against the man's elbow, a wide smile on her face as she jerked the man's wrist towards her. A loud, thick snap ringing out as his arm was snapped entirely backwards. Causing the man to scream out in pain for a moment, only to be stopped by being kneed in the side, falling to the floor. His body being sent into the side of the counter from a heavy kick into the side of his head, his neck slamming into the sharp corner of it with a loud crunch. "You Fuckin Bitch!" The other man yelled, running around the counter and charging at her, he threw a kick forward. His eyes widening as he felt a deep pain running through his stomach, looking to the left to barely see her slamming a thin, razor sharp combat knife into his stomach, she slid the knife across his insides. Creating a large, deep slash across his side, twisting on her back foot and raising the knife. Flipping her hold on the knife into a reverse grip, Slamming it down into the back of the man's shoulder, then dragging it across his back, and nearly severing his spine in half. The man falling dead immediately. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ She let out a soft, deep, long breath. Her eyes staring down at the two lifeless corpses she just left in her wake, her eyes looking past the bodies entirely, her heart rate steady, her mind calm. She walked behind the counter, running the bloody knife under the sink. Washing the fresh blood off of it in silence, washing her hands next. She dried her hands and grabbed her phone, calling the police and explaining what she just did and why, ending the call after getting confirmation they were rushing over. She walked around the counter, staring down at the corpse of the man she stabbed, seeing that his large, and small intestine were starting to slide out of his side. And she just leaned back against the counter, lightly kicking the body. "Fucker..." She mumbled to herself, waiting patiently for the police to arrive at the cafe. And after 15 minutes, the whirring sound of police sirens getting closer. She watched the car pulled up outside, and a man in a tan overcoat, and a similarly tan hat. Walking in his eyes widened upon seeing the sight in front of him, and he cleared his throat, averting his gaze from the floor. Walking slowly up to the woman. "Hello there, I assume you're the one that made the call?" He asked while taking his hat off, looking down and seeing he was stepping in the puddle of blood. Taking a small step back. "Yeah, from what I can tell they broke in to try and steal something, but obviously. That didn't work out too well for them." She looked down at the bodies, crossing her arms and continuing to lean against the counter nonchalantly. "Uhm, well do you wanna run me down on what happened?" He asked as his partner walked through the door, a man who had the appearance of a orange cat. "So what happen-" He stopped speaking upon looking down, seeing the two bodies and the large puddle of blood on the floor. His eyes widening, his pupils dilating. "Uh..." He couldn't really form any good words to ask what happened, the jarring, brutal aftermath of a robbery gone wrong at his feet made him a little nervous. "So yeah, I was closing up the place, and I was gonna sweep the floor so I grabbed a broom from the back. But then they broke in." pointing at the door, which had the lock destroyed. Something both officer's took notice to, and she rubbed her eyes lightly. "And yeah, I'm not big on violence but, I'm not averted to it." The man in the coat's heart rate spike as he quirk activated, staring at the woman and listening to her tell the events of what happened. But why. Everything she said was the truth, except that she wasn't privy to violence, that was a lie big enough to trigger his quirk to go haywire. His quirk was simple, but fit his profession perfectly. He could tell whether someone was lying or not, the bigger the lie, the more intense the trigger. And as concerning as the lie was, there wasn't anything he could legally say or do about it. So he decided to speak up once she finished speaking. "Well, from how you describe it, the bodies will have to be checked to see if the events were as you described. But for now, we'll take care of all this..." He spoke while rubbing the back of his neck, putting his hat back on, and after exchanging names she walked out of the cafe. Making a mental note of their names, The tall man with the overcoat and short black hair, with slightly rectangular eyes was Naomasa Tsukauchi. The orange cat thing was Sansa Tamagawa. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ She unlocked her front door, walking inside and tossing her keys on the couch. Kicking the door lightly shut behind her with her foot. She took her shoes off, picking them up and going into her room, setting it right by her bedroom door. Walking back, she went down the hall, walking into a different room, which had large mattresses laid up on the walls. Another mattress stuck in the door on the inside, walking in she saw the familiar sight. A self made, improvised soundproof room, which had cheap. But high quality workout equipment, a bench press, a pull up bar, a weight rack, a squat/deadlift machine, and a large punching bag. Walking in the center of the room, she stretched for a few minutes, checking the time afterwards. 4:55PM. That stuff at the cafe was a bit annoying, but she'd still have plenty of time to train for tonight. She went over to the bench press, and before she knew it, 63 minutes had passed. A mixture of calisthenics and weight lifting across the time, and now she was standing in front of the punching bag. In a fighting stance, her palms opened and outstretched slightly, in a single instant she started deliberately throwing strikes at the bag. A palm strike, a knee, an elbow strike, and and uppercut. Across a few minutes, she slowly switched from her striking, to instead using only kicks. A large bead of sweat running down her forehead, a low kick, and middle knee, spinning on her back foot and throwing a high kick. A final straight kick nearly taking the bag off of it's chain. And she slowly relaxed, taking a deep breath, and slowly exhaling. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The hours had passed by, time that she let her body rest and get ready to be in peak condition. and she grabbed her phone, opening her SMS app. "Meet me here, wear something loose and preferably light." She sent the text message to the greenie, following it up with the location. Putting her phone up, she went to her bedroom, changing into a different pair of clothes. A black, skin tight tank top, with a loose gray hoodie over it. A pair of loose sweatpants, her sneakers, and lastly a necklace that had three letters on It. Q.U.F. She grabbed her wallet, taking 300 dollars in cash and putting it in her pocket, putting her phone in her other pocket. Making her way outside her apartment and going downstairs. once outside, she walked down the street, the time 10:11PM. After awhile, the time was 10:43PM. And she leaned back against a light pole, staring down at her phone. "Hey, this was the place right?" She heard a voice to the right her, looking up and staring at the green haired teen. "Yeah, wasn't sure you'd show." She pushed herself off the pole, rubbing her eyes lightly. "Soooo...What are we doing here?" The green haired teen asked kind of confused, looking around and not seeing anything really of note nearby. Except a strip club a few buildings away. "Just follow me, and don't tell anyone about this." Itsumi spoke seriously, signaling with her hand to follow her, which the green haired teen did. And they walked in silence for a short moment, getting closer to the strip club, but she made a turn into an alley way near the building. And Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous now, but Itsumi walked up to a shady looking guy. Lifting her necklace, and the guy pointed to Izuku. "Who's the brat?" He spoke with a gruff, raspy voice. Turning back to look at izuku, she gestured with her hand for him to come over. "He's with me." She spoke plainly, and to Izuku's surprise, the guy just stpped aside, and Itsumi walked through a door behind a dumpster. Which he followed behind her. They both walked down a set of stairs, which seemingly led into the strip club. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ when Itsumi opened a door at the bottom of the stairs. There was no music, an almost ice cold air, the sound of a large crowd screaming a chanting something. Walking behind her, he looked around, seeing the surprisingly large basement like place. The ceiling tall, the entire room was wide, a bar to the right in the corner of the room. The left had various self made memorabilia, made by dozens of other people, some with masks covering their mouths. Some up to their noses, and others fully concealing their face. Those who covered their face had extra things on their desks, knifes, bullets, pistols, a few even had some rifles. But the thing that was most obvious, was in the center of the room, a large cage, which had 2 floors of people standing around it. Seeing the stairs not too far away from the bar. "Uhm...The fuck did you bring me to...?" He asked Itsumi confused. She just gestured with her hand for him to follow, which he did. "Q.U.F. That's what its called, Quirkless. Underground. FIght's." Izuku's eyes widened at her words, his eyes looking at the cage, hearing the sounds of heavy thuds, the sounds of fists colliding with skin. He ran forward, jumping up and grabbing onto the side of the cage, lifting himself up and looking into it. Seeing the fight going on at that very moment. A tall, slender, white haired man, his hair curling up to make 2 horns. The other a much shorter, much older man with a bulkier, more sizeable build. They were both beaten bloody, the slender guy looking much weaker, his movements getting slower by the second. The old man ducking under a hook, and upper cutting the slender man's chin, which made him stumble back, his arms falling limply at his sides. But the old man followed it by throwing a straight to his chest, a liver shot, followed by heavy right hook, which sent the slender man into the cold, hard concrete. The crowd erupting into screams and cheers, chanting a phrase. "SHINIGAMI. SHINIGAMI. SHINIGAMI." The old man spread his arms out, a grin on his beaten and bloody face. Looking back, Izuku saw Itsumi sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender, a young woman with a quite muscular frame, and too many tattoo's to count. Jumping off the cage's wall, he walked over to the bar area, he sat next to Itsumi. "Hey, Is everyone in here really Quirkless?" This got a snicker from the bartender, and a grin from Itsumi. She looked over at him. "Ha, Fuck no. They just don't allow the use of quirks." He looked a little confused, but after a moment he decided not to dwell on it. But, he still wondered why she brought him here. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ He was brought out of his thought's by someone coming up to them, more specifically Itsumi. The man whispered something to her, which made her get out of the chair. "Hey, make sure you watch the match." She spoke while walking away from Izuku, taking off her hoodie as she walked to the crowd of people. "She a friend?" His attention was suddenly placed on the bartender. "Yeah, you could say that. Though...I guess we're more acquaintances than anything." He spoke while looking back at the large cage, sighing internally to himself as he got out of the chair. "ALRIGHT PEOPLE! Guess who we have to get the show started?" He heard a boisterous voice call out, and he ran forward, jumping up and grabbing onto the side of the cage again. Looking into the cage, seeing Itsumi standing with a indifferent expression on her face. The boisterous voice coming from a tiny man as tall as her knees, holding a microphone that was nearly the size of his hand. "We have the Bad-est. The most Ruthless. The woman with the hardest stings...THE QUEEN BEE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, which made the entire crowd burst out into screams, cheers, roars and chants. "And her opponent...The Ghost. The Phantom Fighter. The lady with the fastest punches...THE SILENT ASSASSIN!" He screamed at the of his lungs again, the crowd again bursting into roars as she walked into the cage. A tall, slender, lean woman with a similar build to Itsumi bounced up and down on her feet a little. Her turquoise hair long enough to reach down to her hips. Itsumi taking a simple fighting stance, the tiny man skittering up the cage like a spider. "FIGHT!!!!" He screamed. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The woman opposite of Itsumi advanced, running forward and throwing a front kick, which Itsumi evaded to the right. The woman's foot slamming into the cage, nearly going directly into someone's head. Itsumi jumped away slightly, her feet raised to stand on the front of her feet. Her palms lightly open, avoiding tension in her hands, the other woman continuing her forward strategy. rushing forward, She threw two jabs, followed by a straight, then ending with a hook. Itsumi calmly slapping the punches away from her face, her hand gripping onto the woman's arm at the hook, sliding it down and grabbing onto her forearm tightly. Shifting her weight into her other foot, twisting her hips and throwing a hook directly into the woman's face. Unexpectedly, the woman slipped in to avoid the punch, and slammed her head into Itsumi's, causing her to let go of her forearm. Gritting her teeth slightly as the front of her head started thudding lightly, the other woman wrapping her arms around her head, and started repeatedly kneeing her in the stomach. The first connecting, the following ones being blocked with her arms, each hit was heavy, despite her slender frame, she had serious weight behind her hits. Reaching down and wrapping her arms around the woman's legs, pulling her down onto the ground, the woman letting go of her head and being slammed into the cold, hard concrete. Itsumi got on top of the woman, and started throwing punches left and right into her head, 2 of them colliding with her face, the woman blocking her head with her arms, letting them take the hits. Reaching up, she pushed Itsumi's arms out of the way, attempting to wrap her arm around Itsumi's head, but she slipped back, getting off of the woman. Getting back to her feet, taking her simple stance again. The other woman getting back up to her feet, and ran forward, twisting on her back foot and throwing a high kick, Itsumi's arm taking the full brunt of the force into her left forearm. Her right wrist slamming into her face, the bone colliding with her eyebrow, cutting across it. She felt a slight trickle of blood run down her face, and she grabbed onto the woman's leg, throwing a low kick to her other leg, making her fall back onto the concrete again. And immediately after, she pulled her leg down, twisting over her body and falling to the ground alongside her. Her legs wrapping around the other woman's thigh, her arms wrapped around the calf, and ankle. Her eyes widening upon seeing a kick flying straight down towards her. Letting go and rolling to the side, avoiding the kick just a few inches before it connected. And she jumped back up to her feet. 'Fast reactions, unpredictable, heavy hits...I'll just make the switch.' Itsumi thought to herself, her palms shutting closed, her arms getting slight closer to herself, and when the other woman got up. She charged into her, throwing a straight, the woman evading to the right. Her eyes widening at the sudden increase in speed, she was moving faster than before. She barely had any time to react to the uppercut coming, jerking her head back to avoid it, another straight covering the entire front view as it flew towards her face. Blood spurting out of her nose as the punch connected, making her stumble back against the cage wall, Itsumi advancing. Throwing 2 straights, one into her face, one to her chest, the woman blocking the one to the face, but took the one to the chest. But she didn't expect the uppercut to connect with her chin, the woman gritting her teeth as she tried to counter an incoming hook, but her breath got taken away as she felt a fist slam into her side. Her liver taking the full force of the punch, Itsumi having feinted a hook and transitioned it into a liver shot. The woman beginning to fall down, her body shutting down immediately, but she was only met by 2 heavy straights to her face, followed by one to the chest, a jab to the face, and finishing it off with a final straight to her face. Her body slamming back violently against the cage's walls, Knocking her into a mental darkness. Falling limply onto her side, her head thudding loudly against the concrete. The tiny man jumping down from from the walls, and grinning, his mouth stretching out to the sides of his face. "THE QUEEN BEE'S STING STILL CAN'T BE BEATEN!!!!!!" He screamed even louder than before, his voice booming out across both floors of the room, a second echo of his voice being almost just as loud. The people around the cage screaming and chanting, some alcohol being thrown into the cage and on both of them. And after a few moments, Itsumi walked out of the cage. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ She walked back over to the bar area, going in between a few people while getting repeated praise for her performance. "I'll Just take a mimosa." She spoke casually, the bartender tossing her a towel, using it to wipe the blood off of her face. Izuku sitting down next to her, leaning over the counter. "So...Uhm, you seem a little popular." He looked over at Itsumi, which she only grinned in response. Continuing to wipe the blood from her face, and after a few seconds she finally spoke. "Well, you could say I have a little bit of a reputation." She spoke nonchalantly, Izuku hearing the main match being announced. "Yeah...So why'd you bring me here?" He looked back at the cage, the crowd around it getting increasingly louder as the second's pass. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a bit annoying. "Well you said you don't have much cash, and I'll say this..." She paused as someone tapped her on the shoulder, handing her a 3 stacks of bills, held together with rubber bands. "They pay you pretty damn well for entertaining people." She put the cash in her pocket, turning around on her chair and leaning back against the bar. "Hell you could go up there right now and probably make 150K if your interesting." His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at that, not realizing he had just been staring, the bartender tossed a towel at the side of his head to knock him out of his daze. "And regardless even if you don't make a whole lot of cash at first, give these people a few days." She grinned as she spoke. "They'll be losing their minds once you pop up." Izuku rubbed the back of his head, looking back over at the crowd, which were finally calming down as the match had been ended. "Well look at that, the bull's horns still pierce through all in it's path! But...WILL ANYONE BE WILLING TO HOLD THE RED FLAG?!!?!??" The words from the small man nearly shook the room, the entire crowd going completely silent. Everyone waiting in anticipation. The other fighter being dragged out of the cage. "I will." A voice came from the other side of the cage, all the attention being dragged onto the green haired teenager. His eye's carrying a blank look of indifference. "Ooooooh. The first crowd challenger in 3. Months...Come on up." The tiny man spoke, Izuku walking into the large cage, standing in front of the man. His gaze going up to look at the freak of a man standing on the other side of the cage, if he was guessing he'd say he's 6'3. He was a hulking beast, maybe 260-290 pounds of mostly muscle, he wasn't lean but he had definition. "Good luck my big friend." The tiny man spoke as he scurried up the cage wall again. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "FIGHT!" He yelled, Izuku staring up at him, but his eyes widened at seeing the man coming so close to him. He barely was able to avoid a kick that was coming at his stomach from the man, stepping back, he watched the metal cage crumble slightly under the man's foot. The man immediately spinning around and charging at him again, the man throwing a hook, swaying his body to the left again to avoid it he threw a punch at the man's side before backing up. Keeping his arm outstretched slightly, The punch clearly had little to no effect on the man, watching him once again charge in close, Throwing a straight. izuku slipped in to counter, barely seeing a fist coming up at him, his arms blocking and taking the full force on the punch, lifting him off the floor slightly, when he landed back on the floor he stumbled back into the cage wall. Watching a jab coming at him, izuku slid his arm on the inside of his, moving his arm away and shifting his balance. He landed a clean hook into the man's jaw, immediately getting back into a more open area of the cage, glancing down at his arms and seeing one of the was already bruising. Looking back up, he saw his punch didn't do much of anything against the man. 'This guy's seriously not using a quirk? Fucking hell...' He thought to himself for a brief moment, when the man took a step forward, Izuku took his own turn to charge in. Throwing a straight, which was blocked, followed by a uppercut to the stomach, that landed. But before he could stop it, the man threw a straight, which created a large gash across his lip, then the man had put him in a head lock, and despite attempting to break out of it, he couldn't make any real progress. After around another 15 seconds, his breath was gone, and he felt his heart rate start increasing, his breathing getting faster. His pupil's beginning to dilate. His hands slightly twitching. 'NO, IT"S HAPPENING AGAIN.' Izuku thought to himself, and after a second, he tapped 3 times on the man's arm. Which cause him to let go, Izuku coughing for a moment before his breath returned to normal. Blinking a few times, his eyes no longer dilated. He didn't even hear the cheer's and yells of the crowd amidst his own mind. "Well, better luck next time kid." The tiny man spoke, jumping down and landing on Izuku's head, jumping off and standing in front of him. "You got a name?" Izuku held his throat, rubbing it slightly while thinking to himself. A name? Like a stage name, or his actual name? "Deku." He spoke after a moment of consideration. "Everyone. give it up for Deku!" At his words, the crowd burst into cheers and chant's of Deku. a slight smile crossing his face as he heard the chanting. He and the other guy making their way out of the cage. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________

He walked in between some people, getting some light praise for his effort on his was to the bar area. Upon getting there he couldn't find itsumi, sitting down at one of the seats, the bartender tossed a towel to him. "You got fucked up." She said casually, grinning slightly as she watched the teen wipe the blood from him face. "Oh how observant are you?" He spoke with a slightly passive aggressive tone, although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't expecting to lose. But what he wasn't expecting was for someone to sit next to him. "I'll take a glass of wine, one for the kid." She nodded her head to the right, referring to Izuku. The bartender turning away and making the drinks. "Hey, you did pretty good kid." The woman spoke incredulously. "Yeah...if getting my teeth almost caved in means good then, you and I have different definitions of that." He spoke while setting the towel down, rubbing his temple, that single punch felt like he was hit with a fucking sledge hammer. He still couldn't believe that guy wasn't using a quirk. "Good comes in all shapes and sizes, you just have to recognize it." She spoke casually, reaching forward and taking the glass of wine, sipping from it. Sliding the other one over to Izuku. "I'll agree with you on that..." He spoke vaguely, picking up the glass of wine, taking a drink from it, nearly spitting it out as the wine touched his torn lip, the pain like a searing iron. "Believe it or not, you did good against him." Looking over at her, he stared at her for a moment, seeing her white hair that was put back in a ponytail. His eyes narrowing with skepticism. "And how so?" He asked more-so jokingly than anything else. "Well for starters, you didn't die or get knocked out. And secondly, you know how long the average guy can last against him?" She slowly leaned in towards Izuku. "9 seconds." She leaned back, returning to her calm, relaxed lean over the bar. "But you, were in there for 47 seconds." I'd say thats pretty good. Wouldn't you?" She asked with a smirk, taking another sip of her wine. "Alright why are you sitting with me anyway, it's not like I need reassurance of myself." He spoke while turning to the woman, his face having a visible annoyance. "Alright kid, I'll skip the rest then. I. Want you to fight for me." She spoke while turning to Izuku, matching his posture. "And...Why should I care about that?" He asked with visible confusion now written across his face. The woman just tossing him a single stack of bills, which were held together with a rubber band. "That's why, I'll pay you 350K upfront, and every fight, I split the profit 50/50. Simple enough right?" She spoke casually, the single stack of bills she handed to him weren't even half the size of 1 of the 3 Itsumi had earlier, but she just needed enough to make a bargain. She always had a knack for spotting talent. "Can I choose when I fight?" He asked with obvious suspicion written on his face. "Once a week, and that's it." Her words were short and concise, Izuku pondering it for a moment. "Alright, then what?" She grinned wider at his words, and extended her hand out to shake. "Well you've already gained a few fans from that little fight a moment ago, I'll handle the setups. You just focus that pretty head on fighting." She spoke with an obvious excitement in her voice, and Izuku took her hand, shaking it.
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Unaware of someone watching him, a girl standing at one of the vendor's stands, appearing to be around the same age as him, her hands sliding across the knifes she could buy. Her pupils were dialated, a large almost sickeningly amount of blush covered her face, picking up one of the blade's from the table. She grinned wide, tapping the tip of the blade with her finger. "Deku...You look just like him, with all that blood..." She mumbled to herself, slowly running her finger along the blade of the knife. The sharp edge of the knife slowly cutting through the first, and second layer of skin. Not even flinching as the feeling, blood slowly trickling down the knife and her hand. "Your so cute..." She mumbled while giggling to herself.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them as he sat up from his bed. Looking around and seeing that his room was admittedly, much less cluttered with the lack of all might memorabilia. Getting up and walking over to his desk, sitting down in the chair and turning on his computer. Opening the website to the bank, checking his newly registered account, 239 Million Yen was transferred into it yesterday. It's been 5 days since he first went to that shady ass place, and he had a meeting with that woman who came up to him before he left. Who he finally learned the name of after not too long ago. Hotaru Yume. Opening his phone Izuku looked through his contacts, he'd put her contact information in his phone, as well as others that she'd given him. Looking at the text sent at 1 in the morning. "Hey kid. Meet me at this restaurant, I'll fill you in on the rest when we sit down. 6:00PM. Don't be late. :/" He sighed and rubbed his head, looking over at his clock, It was 5:11AM, and he had the day off. And he couldn't help but think about how his interview went a few days ago, putting his palm on his face and getting up, sighing. Walking into the small kitchen, opening his fridge and unlike before, it was about a quarter of the way full. Grabbing some eggs, bread, tuna. Grabbing a knife and grabbing a pan, cracking the eggs into the pan and putting it over the stove. Slowly scrambling the eggs, and then putting them in a bowl, covering the pan with a thin layer of butter afterwards. Cooking the bread, occasionally flipping them, and he grabbed the hot bread with his hand, tossing each of them on a plate. Opening the large can of tuna, tossing it into the pan as well. Cooking it for a moment before turning the stove off, slowly putting the tuna on the bread, followed by the eggs, making a sandwich was was kind of random. But to him it tasted like heaven after eating whatever bullshit he could come up with for the past few years. He took a bite of the sandwich, thinking back on the interview 2 days ago. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Izuku sat down on the chair in front of him, having just walked 15 minutes to the police station not to far from his apartment. Looking down for a moment and reading the name plate on the desk in front of him. Naomasa Tsukauchi. The man walked in behind Izuku, taking a seat on the other side of the desk, holding a few files. "Alright, how are you?" Tsukauchi asked casually, extending a hand forward to Midoriya. Izuku taking his hand and shaking it lightly, a slight anxiousness filling him. "I'm alright..." Izuku spoke calmly, hiding himself being on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Tsukauchi began looking through the files, spreading them out on the desk, Izuku staring at them. They were police reports. "Well, from what it appears...although it's minor, you do have a small juvie stint. Care to explain it?" He asked, while secretly activating his quirk, looking up from the papers at Midoriya. "Uhm...Well, a thirteen year old doesn't exactly have any money to buy food...Yknow?" Izuku spoke quietly, looking down and avoiding Tsukauchi's gaze. He stole some food, it wasn't a lot, but he was convicted and put in the juvenile detention center. Tsukauchi's quirk didn't trigger at all, which meant Izuku was telling the truth, which made Tsukauchi let out an internal sigh of relief. "Well, under normal circumstances...I wouldn't be able to hire you due to your age. However." He was about to continue speaking, but was stopped by Izuku's words. "Uhm, quirkless law says that I'm legally able to work under the police...Unlike...Normal...People..." Izuku slowed down his speaking towards the end of his sentence, his hesitance to speak being clear with his long pauses. The laws for those with and without quirks were changed, those with quirks being under the laws that were in place for decades and counting. However those without quirks were considered legal adults at the age of 14, and if Izuku were to guess. He'd have to say that it was likely the fact that even though 20% of the world was born without quirks. Japan had the highest birthrate of those with quirks, while places like Russia, America, and France had more equal birth rates of those with and without quirks. But what set Japan apart from most places, was that hate crimes. Although not considered being considered one, would happen quite often to those quirkless. But hate crimes to heteromorphs were still much more often, some groups even being formed to oppress heteromorphs, and quirkless alike. Most quirkless children being either put up for adoption, or simply raised half assed. "You're hired. Please come see me tomorrow for registration." Tsukauchi spoke calmly, extending a hand out to Izuku. Although he knew he needed to be careful about his hires, he was willing to give a chance to those he thought deserving. Looking back on it, Izuku had no idea how he even got hired. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Sighing, Izuku finished his food, the first few days of being hired were spent on basic training. Being shot with a taser, and pepper sprayed once. And he wasn't sure if today was what he was anticipating, or dreading with all his mind. He was going to learn how to use a gun today, he opened his kitchen cabinet, grabbing the rabbit food and heading into his bedroom. Filling the small bowl filled with the new bag of rabbit food, walking back out and filling a cup with 10% the weight of his rabbit's body weight. Heading back in and filling the other bowl, setting the glass down on his desk. Changing into his usual work attire, as it was more formal than the baggy, wrinkly, yellow sweater and light blue jeans he was wearing. Fixing his tie and putting a black mask over his face, covering his cut lip. The second time this week that he'd been fucked up. But alas, his absurdly high pain tolerance made it bearable, even if he accidentally re-opened it. Walking to his front door, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he picked up his skateboard. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Exiting his apartment, going down the few flights of stairs onto the street. He ran forward and jumped onto his skateboard, kicking the board forward with his foot pushing off the ground. The time was still pretty early, but he'd felt like getting something to eat for once, even if it was late. The sun slowly beginning to come up as he skated for around an hour, his eyes wandering to his right as he skated by a newly infamous spot in Musutafu. Takoba Municipal Beach Park, but most people just called it Takoba Beach. The used to be hang out spot for people became a shell of it's former self, now being littered with trash of all kinds. Metal, foil, plastic, even a car was somehow amongst the piles of trash on the beach. He stopped skating, skidding to a stop on the street as he looked out at the horrible piles of trash. The sun slowly rising behind it basically making it glow, a strange beauty in seeing the contrast of such a beautiful spot ruined by trash, being almost restored by the light that eclipses behind it. That would soon make it look just a ugly as before. Izuku walked forward onto the beach, walking in between the trash, sometimes walking on top of it and crushing it underneath his shoe, which made it let out either a creak, a crunch, or a crumble. Walking onto the only spot on the beach not covered in trash, he walked across the wooden pier. The slightly old wood creaking under the weight of his steps, and he slowly leaned forward, over a wooden railing. Staring out at the ocean, watching the soft waves that were far away grow large, and then come crashing down, dissipating into the rest of the ocean. Letting out a soft sigh as he rested his head in his palm, the bags under his eyes disappearing under the soft sunlight. "Hey there kid..." Someone spoke up behind him, the soft creaking of the wooden pier getting closer as an older woman he'd never met before leaned on the railing besides him. Looking over, Izuku stared at her for a moment before looking back at the ocean. "Hey...you like coming out here?" He asked casually, although he didn't know the woman, he never had a problem with talking to strangers. "Yeah...although, it's been pretty run down after all these years...Obviously." She responded, taking a glance around them, looking at the piles of trash. "Why do you come out here...I mean, I was just passing by and I thought I'd just sit here for a little bit." He spoke with an air of curiousness, but he had an undertone of reservation. "Hmm...If I had to give a reason, I'd say...It's kind of like an old movie you keep watching, even after years and...You know there's just something so special about just that movie that you cant describe. It's kinda like that..." She spoke with an audible enjoyment in her words, a soft smile growing on her face as she stared off into the ocean. Izuku took a moment to think before responding. "Yeah...I think I get it..." He looked down at his phone, seeing that it was 6:47AM. He had to be at the police station by 8, which meant be had an hour to get something to eat. "Oh, hell I didn't realize It's almost 7, I gotta head off. Later." He spoke nonchalantly as he walked off the pier, carrying his skateboard with one hand as he waved bye to the woman. Who returned the kind gesture, and after a couple moments, Izuku started skating across the street again. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Izuku had went to a small restaurant that he hadn't been to in the past 2 years. The lack of a stable income hadn't made him realize how much he missed a simple, normal meal. The back of Izuku's skateboard scraped across the sidewalk as he came to a stop, the momentum dying down to stop him in front of the police station. Picking up his skateboard and walking into the building, walking up to the receptionist in the main entrance of the building. "Uhm...I'm here for day 4 of my training." He spoke softly while opening his backpack, puling out a folder that he'd put inside it, sliding it over to the receptionist. "Go on through..." The man spoke calmly, almost dismissively as he slid the paper back after looking at it for a moment. Taking the paper, Izuku watched the man go back to typing on the computer, the doors to the station opening. Walking inside, he slowly walked down the hallways, passing by a few cubicle's. He couldn't help but notice a few stares as he walked by, some filled with disdain and he couldn't figure out why. But he was brought out of his mind has he was suddenly tripped onto the floor, his grip on the folder slipping, the papers being strewn across the floor as he fall onto his side on the floor. His skateboard crashing onto the floor against one of the cubicle's. A man in the standard police uniform stared down at him, a small grin on his face as he looked down at Izuku. "Watch your step...quirky." He spoke with a not so subtle sense of superiority. Spitting the last word out less like a normal word. That fucking nickname, he'd heard it before. It clicked in his head as the man walked past him, getting to his knees and getting his papers in the folder again, standing to his feet and picking up his skateboard. Quirkless. Izuku hid the deep feeling that was crawling across him. It felt like bugs slowly crawling under his skin, his throat closing up, struggling to keep his breathing under control. He wanted to claw at his skin, to tear away the layers of his skin, to open his forearm and tear into the nerves, pulling the wriggling sensations out from the root. Taking a quiet, but deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair as he continued walking through the hallway's. Ignoring the stares he got as he walked by. Eventually making his was into Naomasa's office, walking inside, he set the folder on the desk of Tsukauchi. Who was signing another paper when he walked in, looking up at Izuku, he picked up the folder. "Ah, glad to see you. Some people don't usually come back after the whole Taze-ing, and pepper spraying stuff." Tsukauchi signed the paper, due to quirkless law, and Izuku's age. He had to go through a small bit tedious legal process, which was finally over with his signature. "But. Now that paper work, and basic training is done. I'm gonna teach you something more important." Tsukauchi spoke calmly, standing up and putting his tan overcoat on. "Walk with me." A soft smile growing on his face as he walked out of the office, putting his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. Izuku following behind him. "See, there's more to training than just learning what to do situationally. You need to learn how to keep a cool head under pressure, and adapt to situations as they come." He walked out of the police station, going down the street briefly, getting into a car. Izuku following behind without a word, or a question. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Getting into the car with him, and what followed was a silent car ride, eventually Tsukauchi stopped the car in front of a gun range. "Come on." He spoke as he got out of the car, Izuku following suit and following Tsukauchi inside the gun range. Which was locked off from the public, having to get access vis a verification of Tsukauchi's face, name, badge number, and his badge in itself. He led Izuku into a booth, handing him a pair of large ear mufflers. "Here, You'll have to get used to the sound without them on, but for now it'll help a bit." He spoke nonchalantly while putting his own pair of ear mufflers on. Izuku taking them and putting them on. "Alright...so, what am i gonna use first...?" Izuku asked confused, and he got his answer when Tsukauchi handed him a simple pistol. A Glock 19. Izuku slowly taking it, and keeping it pointed down, his finger avoiding the trigger. "Uh...What do I do with it?" Izuku stared at Tsukauchi, and his finger slipped on the side of the gun. "SHIT!" Izuku yelled as he reached down, grabbing the magazine he accidentally ejected, several of the bullet casings falling out of it. The clinking of them hitting the floor going unheard due to the ear mufflers. Tsukauchi chuckled a little, and took the gun from Izuku. "Alright, looks like you found out how to eject the magazine." Pointing at the button on the pistol, Tsukauchi grabbed a magazine from the table in front of them. "Look, you want to hold the magazine by the bottom, pull it up, and press it in till you hear a lock. "Tsukauchi explained while loading the new magazine into the chamber. A click coming from the pistol. "Once you do that, put your hand on the top of the pistol, which is called a slide. and then you chamber the round." Tsukauchi put his hand on the slide of the pistol, pulling it back, a bullet flying up out of the barrel. Tsukauchi catching it midair, and then ejecting the magazine into his hand. "Give it a try. And never put your finger over the trigger, unless you need to fire." He spoke calmly, his voice serious at his last words. Handing the pistol and the magazine to Izuku. Which the teen took, slowly putting his hand underneath the magazine, slowly pushing the magazine into the bottom of the gun. Pushing a little more as the gun made a light click, indicating it was locked in. And Izuku slowly pulled back the slide, a bullet casing flying up from the barrel. Tsukauchi reaching out to catch it, but before it could reach it’s peak in height, Izuku snapped his hand forward. Catching it without a second thought. Tsukauchi looking at him with a little confusion, but deciding not to ask how he caught that so fast. "Alright, so you extend your arms forward. Line the back sights with the front sight, and halfway up that sight is where you want to aim." Tsukauchi spoke calmly, getting closer to Izuku as he helped him get into a standard firing position. "And hold on tight." Tsukauchi stepped back, and after a moment. Izuku pulled back on the trigger. the gun jerking up and back in his hands, nearly slipping out of his grip. It didn’t feel all that good on his wrists, but it wasn’t that bad. And after adjusting/fixing his grip on the gun, Izuku pulled the trigger again, the gun rattling less. The sequential bullets he fired from the pistol had the recoil lessen, with each shot he had to adjust his grip less and less. His hands getting more comfortable in their position. The gun clicking, the slide getting stuck backwards as he fired the last chambered round. Fixing his posture, Izuku pressed the button on the side of the gun, catching the magazine the moment it fell out. Tsukauchi pressing a button on the wall, which made a paper target slowly move forward via a motor and a chain. Showing that Izuku missed the silhouette of the target 5 times. But out of the 15 bullets he hit the head twice, while the other 8 shots were in the body of the target with various distances from the middle. "Well look at that, your not half bad. Now pull the lever back on the side." Tsukauchi spoke nonchalantly. Izuku turning the gun to the side a little, sliding the lock with his thumb. The top slide of the gun snapping back into it’s forward position. Tsukauchi gently took the pistol from Izuku. "Remember how I said there's more to training than just knowing how to handle situations?" Tsukauchi asked while putting the pistol on the table. "Uh, yeah?" Izuku responded while taking his ear mufflers off, looking at Tsukauchi a little confused. "Look. This might not make sense right now, but. When you handle legal firearms like this, you can't just pull the trigger cause you have to...You have to mean it. Not In here." Tsukauchi slowly put a finger on Izuku's forehead. "But In here." Tsukauchi took his finger off Izuku's head, Izuku's eyes following his hand as Tsukauchi placed his finger on Izuku's chest. Just over his heart. _______________________________________________________________________________________

the drive back was pretty calm, both Izuku and Tsukauchi having a casual conversation. But after while Tsukauchi stopped the car due to a large amount of cars ahead of them, but after a few minutes of them staying in one spot. Tsukauchi looked out the window, seeing that there was nearly 40 cars staying still. "Hold on." Tsukauchi spoke as he got out of his car, walking down the street. Izuku initially sitting still, but after a couple seconds his leg stated bouncing. He started lightly hitting his head back into the seat. 'Don't get out the car-Don't get out the car-Don't get out the car...God damn it.' Izuku thought to himself as he got out of the car, despite wanting to stay in the car, he ran forward in between the cars, catching up with Tsukauchi. Walking behind him, but keeping a distance. "Hey, What's going on." Tsukauchi spoke as he walked onto the sidewalk, seeing multiple fire trucks, dozens of firemen trying to quench a massive fire occurring inside a hotel currently. "We've been trying to stop the fire, but It won't go out!" One of the firemen who had the head of a deer yelled to Tsukauchi as he tried to ready the large fire hose. "Please! He's still in there!" A woman yelled out while sobbing, a fireman holding her back. "Listen ma'am. He'll be fine, we just-What floor. What room." The man was cut off by a voice coming from the right of him and the woman. The woman turning to the voice. "413!" She instinctively yelled to the person. The fireman reaching out to stop the person from suddenly running forward. "Wait! You can't get close!" He yelled, but it fell on deaf ears as he was shoved into the ground. Tsukauchi heard the commotion behind him, turning around made his eyes widen as Izuku sprinted forward. Immediately passing him. "HEY! KID DON'T GO IN THERE!" Tsukauchi yelled as he tried to run after Izuku, but quickly realized that he was both outpaced, and out ran by a dramatic amount. "Shit..." Tsukauchi cursed under his breath while looking around. 'Where the hell are the heroes?" He thought to himself. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Meanwhile. Izuku was sprinting as fast as he could, getting closer to the hotel building, his eyes scanning briefly across the surroundings in front of him. 'Climb-No. That's too slow. Running in. No. Too risky. His eyes focusing on a large gate' blocking off an alleyway. 'There' Izuku thought to himself as he ran towards the large gate nearly double his height. He crouched down and leaped up, jumping nearly 11 feet high as his feet slammed violently into the top of the gate. Jumping up from the gate. while in the air he looked into the alleyway, His eyes focusing in on the fire escape not too far away. Extending his hand high up, he grabbed onto one of the railings of the fire escape. Climbing up into it, running up the fire escape, and jumping from the railing onto the roof top. Glancing around he saw there wasn't a lot of room to jump, But he ran to the edge of the building. And ran as fast as he could to the other side of the building, jumping from the edge of it towards the hotel building. Twisting his body slightly, he reached up, narrowly grabbing the ledge of a window, his grip almost immediately slipping off. But he grabbed onto it with both hands. Fixing his position. 'Can't back out now..." Izuku thought to himself while pulling him self up to his elbows, staring up at the window. His feet keeping him stable against the wall. After a moment of deliberation, Izuku pulled the collar of his shirt over his face, and wrenched his elbow back. Slamming it into the window, causing it to shatter upon contact. The shards, and large pieces of glass falling on him and onto both the inside and outside of the hotel. Shaking his head a little to remove the glass, he reached into the window, grabbing onto the inside half of the window. And pulling himself up it, his eyes widening as a large amount of fire began barreling towards him. Quickly getting back down, his hand slid across the glass, his left hand still up when the fire burst from out of the window just above him. Immediately pulling his hand back, Izuku grit his teeth as he shook his hand. Which was now both torn up, and burned. "Fuck!" Izuku silently screamed to himself, without thinking once the fire stopped, he pulled himself into the hotel. Not caring that his collar had fallen down from his face, he started running down the hallway. Taking a deep breath of smoke, It felt like needles sliding into his esophagus as he held his breath. He was on the third floor, Making his way to the stairway. Running fast enough to just break the lock on the door, once he slammed his entire body into it. Stumbling, he ran up the stairs. Taking another deep breath of smoke, as he ran past a door, which was suddenly blown off from the pressure. Slamming him violently into the railing and making him fall to the floor. Taking another deep breath, without hesitation Izuku pushed himself up from the floor and kept running up the stairs. Ignoring the deep pain that was now in his left shoulder. Slamming through the door to the 4th floor, He looked left and right. Before running right, running up to the room 413. Taking in another deep breath of smoke, which made him cough as he tried to open the door. Shaking it briefly before stepping back. Running forward and kicking just to the side of the door handle as hard as he could. Taking another deep breath as he did so, his vision getting a little blurry as he coughed again. The door coming off it's hinges and falling to the floor. Running into the room, Izuku looked around, seeing no one, opening the bathroom door. He saw a boy no older than 5 lying on the ground. Izuku picked the body up, and ran out of the bathroom. Coughing again, taking another deep breath. Which only made him cough more. Which caused him to take more deep breaths. Running out of the room, Izuku stumbled slightly, the added weight of the boy fucking up his form. His vision slightly darkening at his edges. Bur he sprinted as fast as possible, the heat behind him growing more intense. running towards the window, Izuku jumped up, turning to the side as he broke clean through the window. Falling down to the floor at a steep angle, holding the boy close to his chest. His left side slamming into the floor, which made him let go of the boy upon impact, the boy rolling a little but was ultimately unharmed beyond a scrape or two. But Izuku rolled across the floor as he bounced up with each spin. His shoulder letting out a slight crack from the first impact, Slamming his back into the side of a car which stopped him. Holding his throat as he started coughing over and over again. Some smoke coming out of his lungs, and some blood being spat onto the sidewalk. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Izuku was now sitting on the edge of an open ambulance. Breathing through an oxygen mask, Tsukauchi walking up to him as heroes had finally arrived, beginning to clean up the messy fire. "The fuck was that! I mean...Do you even know what you just did!?!" Tsukauchi yelled at Izuku, putting a hand over his face as he tried to compose himself. Izuku staring down at the floor not responding, just continuing to breathe through the mask. Looking up when he heard footsteps coming from his right, the woman he briefly talked to following the small boy on a gurney as he was pushed into the back of an ambulance. Catching a glimpse of his shirt, which was now burnt slightly. But he watched the woman walk up to him, tears brimming in her eyes as she gripped at the hem of her shirt. Bowing down a little to Izuku. "Thank you...S-So much..." She spoke quietly, trying not to burst out crying again, turning around and leaving Izuku and Tsukauchi to their own devices. After a moment, Izuku slowly pulled the mask off his face. His now bandaged hand slightly in pain as the gauze was slightly dripping with blood, refusing to wear any form of cast for his arm. "I-I wasn't...I wasn't thinking..." Izuku spoke quietly, lowering his head a little, his voice a little raspy, coughing a little as he took a breath of air. Tsukauchi staring at Izuku with a bit of skepticism, but his quirk didn't go off. "I just...Seeing and hearing stuff like that I...Sometimes I can't stop moving." Izuku spoke quietly, putting the mask over his face again. The double layer protection from his mask, and his dress shirt didn't help at all with the smoke. Even through the mask he inhaled too much smoke. "Alright...Uhm..." Tsukauchi sighed, rubbing his face as he thought about what to say. "look, I'm not gonna say what you did wasn't great...But you can't be so reckless like that. You nearly passed out once you got out here. Not to mention you cracked your shoulder-Just..." Tsukauchi stared at Izuku, who was avoiding his obviously critical gaze. Upon seeing this, Tsukauchi's gaze softened. Stepping forward and sitting next to Izuku on the edge of the ambulance. "Look...I don't want to see you dead within a week cause of something like that...alright?" Tsukauchi spoke softer, his voice less confrontational, putting a hand on Izuku's shoulder. Which just got a nod from Izuku, who was still staring down. And after a few moments, Izuku's eyes began to water slightly, the tears that built up in his eyes threatening to fall. Closing his eyes, Izuku wiped his tears from his eyes with his sleeve. Sniffling under the mask. Tsukauchi smiling a little, gently rubbing the top of Izuku's head. "Hey, cheer up. The kid's breathing still, cause of you." Tsukauchi spoke calmly, His words making Izuku lift his head slightly, looking over at Tsukauchi. After a moment he nodded his head. Looking back down, even through the foggy mask, Tsukauchi could still see the small smile on Izuku's face. _______________________________________________________________________________________

The car ride to the hospital wasn't too bad. Izuku mostly just sat still, swinging his feet back and forth while breathing through the oxygen mask. Sadly Tsukauchi couldn't come with him, as he got called for something, which he wouldn't tell Izuku for some reason. But after awhile, Izuku was led out of the ambulance, going inside the hospital which his mom was in. Sitting down in a chair, slowly taking a breath as he coughed a little. Finally being allowed to breathe without the mask, the doctor coming in while holding a clipboard. "Alright...I'll say that your lucky you got that mask when you did. If it was a few minutes later you'd have permanent damage, but. if your lungs heal nicely...You should be all good." The doctor spoke calmly, Izuku rubbing the back of his neck a little anxiously. "Uh, how much will it cost?" Izuku asked quietly, the doctor staring at him for a moment before looking back down at the clipboard. "1.3 Million Yen..." Izuku internally sighed a little, what was wrong with him. He didn't even need to run in there, he didn't even have a reason to. That was all Izuku could think, getting up from a chair he was sitting on. "I'll have it sent in a few hours...Am I good to go?" Izuku asked while rubbing his eyes, having already done his physical and getting light treatment for his hand. "Well, possibly. Given the fact we can't exactly make you wear a cast. It's not advised you should leave, and you should give your body a small time to rest. But. If you're going to leave, don't put too much of a strain on it, and don't raise your arm or move it too fast. As that can cause a further fracture." The doctor spoke seriously, staring at Izuku. But the teen only walked past him. "If that's all, I got things to go do..." Izuku spoke calmly. throwing up a peace sign with his right hand. Walking out of the room, going down the hall. But he stopped briefly for a moment when reaching a certain room. Turning his head to look into the room of Inko Midoriya. His eyes staring blankly into the room, his gaze having no discernible emotion. After a few moments, he went back to walking, exiting the hospital after not too long. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Izuku walked into his apartment, the hospital visit taking up most of his time. Heading into his bedroom, catching his rabbit in his arms, which jumped up to him the moment he opened the door. Petting his rabbit lightly as he walked to his desk, setting him down on his desk and sitting down on the chair, opening his bank account. 238 Million Yen. A million yen having been transferred earlier today to pay for his mother's bills. After a few minutes, he made a payment to the hospital again, sighing as he closed the tab. Leaning back in his chair, opening his phone. Scrolling through his contacts. He didn't understand why Yume gave him these numbers, but after a few seconds of look at them, he decided not to bother thinking about them. Looking over at his clock, seeing it was 3:31PM. Sighing, Izuku got up from his chair, going to his closet and changing into something else. A simple but similar black dress shirt, Rolling the sleeves up to his elbows like before, thankfully his ties wasn't damaged. But he walked into the bathroom, and raised his left arm, staring down at it. Some of his forearm had minor burns, but his hand had 1st 2nd and some burns that were bordering on 3rd degree. Not to mention he cute the hell out of his palm before that. The gauze around his palm still bleeding a bit, but it had slowed down significantly since having it reapplied. Grabbing onto the sink, leaning down and staring down at the sink. His palms shaking slightly as he gripped the porcelain tighter, his jaw clenching. He hated himself, why couldn't he just stay still. ________________________________________________________________________________________

Izuku walked down the street, he mostly passed the time by sitting down, at 5:44PM he was walking towards the location of the restaurant. Having been walking for 30 minutes or so, as he couldn't find the skateboard after all that happened today. Which was a bit of a bummer, but it wasn't the worst thing. He'd just have to buy a new one. He had around 88 Thousand yen left after getting most of his important stuff done. After another few minutes, he arrived at the place, it was quite lavish to say the least. But after heading inside, and looking around, he couldn't see Yume anywhere. Sighing, he just waited till she walked in, if she ever would. After around 10 minutes, Yume walked in almost at 6:00 on the dot. "Hey there, your early." She spoke casually, her white hair no longer in a pony tail, being around the length of her back. Her iridescent irises slightly shifting in color with each step. "And your just on time." Izuku responded incredulously, turning around, which got him a slap to the back of his head. Leaning forward and holding the back of his head, watching Yume walk past him. "Sorry for exposing your horrible secret" Izuku spoke dramatically while keeping his voice down slightly, another smack to the back of his head nearly making him fall forward. "It was a joke!" He quietly yelled to her, both of them sitting down at a booth. "I know, I just felt like hitting you again, your pretty punch-able." Yume spoke nonchalantly, her professional clothes not having so much of a crinkle on them, and Izuku stared at her with an unamused glare. "Wow. Hit my self esteem to really drive it home huh?" Izuku spoke while rubbing the back of his head. "What did you even wanna talk about?" Yume looked up at Izuku, setting her phone on the table, leaning forward a little. "Alright. Look. I'm not like these other jackasses, I'm not just buying assets for cash. My fighters are like investments. I cultivate them, and make them better. And I saw plenty of flaws in your fight then." She spoke while grinning a little, leaning back and grabbing a cigarette from her purse, smoking it casually. "Like what?" Izuku responded simply, tapping his finger on the table. "You need to kick. And work on your footwork, cause for fuck's sake. Your legs were stiffer than a old guy on Viagra." she spoke before taking another drag of her cigarette. "Your next match is tomorrow, 10PM. And you need to work on yourself, it wont be an easy match. Difficult matches early on make more profit, not only for you, but also for me. And since your up and coming so to speak, people wanna see what you got. Beyond just your fighting skill." Her words made Izuku think, was his footwork really that bad? He'd never actually tried to learn kicks much, outside of things like stomping, and kneeing someone. "Alright, so after that, what else?" Izuku asked casually, not questioning why they weren't kicked out immediately for her smoking. "Just work on that dude...Your like a bird that won't stop chirping..." Yume spoke casually, her words making Izuku sigh. Both of them being brought out of the conversation once menu's were brought. And after the initial fight-talk turned into a more casual conversation. They both didn't have a horrible time, Izuku enjoying himself while talking to someone normally for once. Yume relaxing from the stress of her normal life. Izuku eating the absurdly expensive food he chose, Yume eating her own food which was comparable in price. After while both of them were leaving, Yume having paid the bill, and before they went their separate ways, Yume turned to him. "Oh, by the way. If you want info on anything/anyone, call up Giran. It'll cost you a bit but there's no one better than him." She spoke casually before turning around and walking away. _______________________________________________________________________________________

8:34PM. The time passed by pretty quick, and Izuku had walked for awhile, knocking on the door of an apartment. A few moments passing by before the door opened, Itsumi staring down at Izuku. "Finally. Took you long enough." She spoke calmly, stepping to the side, Izuku walking into the apartment. "In here." Itsumi spoke while walking down the hall, turning a corner and going into a room. Izuku following behind her, seeing workout equipment, and blankets covering the walls. A Large mat on the floor. "Alright...Try to hit me." Itsumi spoke while walking backwards, staring at Izuku and cracking her knuckles. Glancing around, Izuku was a little confused, but he figured it would make sense at some point. "Ok..." Izuku spoke, suddenly running forward, and throwing a straight, which Itsumi slapped away. Slapping Izuku's face with her left palm, followed by a slap with her right. Making Izuku fall on his ass. "Oh Damn. What happened to your arm?" Itsumi asked while watching Izuku get up. "New job..." Izuku spoke simply, and after a brief moment, he ran forward at Itsumi again. For the next 15 minutes this would repeat, he'd throw a jab, and hook, a straight, and uppercut, sometimes doing multiple, but they all ended with him on his ass. And after it was over, Izuku was laying on the floor, staring up at the bright fluorescent light bulb above him. Itsumi stepping forward, extending her hand out. "Come on, were not done yet." Izuku reached up, holding her hand as she helped him to his feet. Some sweat dripping off his face. "Now what?" Izuku asked while taking a deep breath, coughing a little. "Well, you need to expand your arsenal." Itsumi spoke calmly, stepping back. "Try and throw a high kick. Like this." Itsumi twisted on the front of her foot, throwing a kick above Izuku's head. Her leg arcing with a light brush of wind making his hair blow around slightly. Izuku stepped back, thinking for a moment, and he twisted his body. Kicking up in the air, his foot sliding to the side, and he fell hard on his ass again. This getting a chuckle from Itsumi. "You didn't turn your foot." She spoke concisely, helping Izuku to his feet again. "Come on, twist your foot this time." She spoke while stepping back again, and Izuku threw another kick, twisting his foot too far and losing his balance. Falling again. And after a few minutes of coaching, and plenty of falling, he eventually was at least able to kick. Albeit his form was complete garbage. Throwing a high kick, Itsumi leaned her head back to avoid it, and she grinned seeing him keep his balance. "Look at you. Already getting the hang of it." She spoke while stepping back. "Should I just practice that whenever?" Izuku asked, slightly out of breath from all that falling. "Well, now that you got some experience with a harder kick, you'll have an easier time adjusting to the more simple ones. Looking down at her phone, Itsumi sighed. "It's almost 9, I'm gonna head to bed in an hour. But practice in your own time. Don't just wait for me to coach you on everything." She spoke while leading Izuku out of her apartment. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Izuku walked into his apartment, throwing his backpack onto the floor and laying down on his couch with a heavy thud. A loud, drawn out sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't tell if today was great, or today was horrible. Staring up at the ceiling, he slowly pushed himself up from the couch, taking his tie off while going into his room. His rabbit sleeping on his bed, and Izuku got changed into his normal clothes he'd sleep in. His black tank top, and sweatpants. But after a few moments, Izuku went over to his desk, sitting down in his chair. Beginning to research about the high kick he learned from Itsumi. Getting up from the chair, he stood in the middle of his room, and took a simple stance. And he let out a calming breath, before kicking the air, spinning around with the momentum back into position. It felt wrong, like it wasn't as strong as it should be. So he kicked again, adjusting his knee placement slightly, but that didn't feel right, so he did it again. Twisting his hips more, standing further on the front of his foot, he repeatedly kicked the air over and over and over again. Each time attempting to refine his technique, his form slightly improving with each slip, stumble, or fall. He kept kicking, and without realizing it, over an hour had passed. Sweat dripping down his face as he kicked again, by this point. His kick wasn't perfect, but it certainly wasn't as shoddy as before. Looking at the time, seeing it was already 10:12PM. Sighing, Izuku stopped kicking the air. Walking over to his chair and sitting down, continuing his research into the night. And before long, his eyes were starting to shut, and he was leaning forward, going to sleep at his computer.

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Heyooo :3 I've thought out for a little bit about how often I want to post chapter's, and after a long ass time and contemplating. I've decided...(Insert drum roll here) I'LL BE DOING CHAPTER'S WEEKLY, STARTING NOW. ╰(● ⋏ ●)╯

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I've decided the next chapter will come out on the 17th. Then the next week will be the next chapter, and so on and so forth etc-etc. And although I hate making anyone who want's to keep reading waiting, I decided to make it weekly for a few reasons, (Even if it makes me stress about anyone who might drop it cus of the time in-between...◕︵◕

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Reason No. 1 I plan on trying to work on the fan fic everyday, but obviously. There will be day's I'll only be able to get half as much as I want done, or maybe a quarter or maybe none at all. A good example is today where I was pretty busy, so I couldn't actually write anything due to mother's day. (Although I'm writing this at 3 in the morning and it's no longer mother's day. (￢з￢)

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Reason No. 2 I want to prioritize quality in my work, as I'm somewhat of a perfectionist, although I know it'll sadly never be perfectly to my liking, I try to do my best. :)

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Reason No. 3 One of my biggest reasons is hopefully, by spreading out the chapters more. I can eventually have a back-log of chapters, maybe 2-4 at minimum that I could fall back on. Like if I can't work on a chapter today, but a chapter needs to be put out on time, I have something I can send out, and then have the next week to prepare for the sequential one. And hopefully have the next chapter not only put out, but then start working on my next chapters before release.

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Reason No. 4 I think that a week between each chapter is the best time constraint I can put on myself both without stressing myself. And keeping it not TOO long between chapters.

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Buuuuuuuuuuut. I've been really enjoying the whole writing process, and I hope to exceed the expectations of all enjoying this.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, a small puddle of drool on his desk. Blinking a few times, Izuku pushed him self up from his desk, rubbing his eyes slowly. Letting out a long, drawn out yawn. His eyes adjusting to the bright screen in front of him, glancing over at the clock. 2:21AM. He didn't sleep for very long, but he wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon. He pushed the desk, causing the chair he was on to slide back slowly, and he pushed the chair out of the way. Stepping back into the center of the room, taking a few seconds to compose himself. Letting out a soft sigh, taking another simple stance. He kicked high into the air, using the momentum to return to his original stance again. And then he kicked again, doing so for a few slow minutes before stopping. Walking over to his computer, scrolling up and down all the notes, and information he wrote down during his research tonight. A calf/Low kick. A middle/Side kick. And a spinning back kick/Heel kick. It had far too many names that he could call it, the simplest term was a hook kick. He stepped back, getting back into the center of his room, throwing a low kick. Stumbling back, nearly falling over. His balance was unsteady at best, and utter dogshit at worst. But he fixed his stance, and then threw another low kick. Followed by another stumble, fixing his posture, kicking again. Continuing to kick repeatedly until he got the initial movement down, after 15 minutes of constant, monotonous low kicks. He started to adjust how he did the low kick, a slight twist in his hips. A slight lean back, and slight lean forward. A more closed leg, a more out stretched leg. Trying every combination of possible adjustments he could make, his form getting better. His legs getting more stable, his technique increased in efficiency, which came with a noticeable increase to the speed of his kick. Much like the previous one. Much more kicking later, glancing at the clock, seeing that almost 30 minutes had passed. He walked over to his computer, staring for a moment before walking back into the center of his room. Throwing a kick to the middle of an imaginary body he thought of, and predictably he stumbled again. Each time he tried something new, even if he now understood the movement better, he would always struggle for a few minutes. But he was a fanatic, relentless, unbending to desire to stop kicking. And before he knew it, another 30 minutes had passed by of adjusting and refining his form and technique. He then immediately got started on his spinning heel kick. Doing it once, falling on his side, spinning far too fast. Getting up, and getting back into his stance again. Spinning slowly with his next kick, but he compensated too much, falling on his back this time. But he got up again, and again, and again, and again, for the next 30 minutes, he constantly spun on his back foot. Kicking the air repeatedly, and by this point, his thighs were starting to burn, his calf's aching from the constant extending and contracting of his muscles. But he kept practicing his kicks, even getting them to the point where he could throw one on a whim, from a normal standing position. And although, he was hurting a bit. He wanted to try something. He got in a normal fighting stance he'd been taking, and he threw a low kick, stopping it upon reaching hypothetical contact with another leg, and he wrenched his leg back. Throwing a middle kick, but this time, he followed through. Spinning on his foot. Honestly, It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. His comfort with the way he positioned his feet, slid across the floor, and twisted the direction of his limbs had improved significantly. Transitioning from one kick to another wasn't all the difficult. After another 30 minutes, he threw a low kick, stopping, and wrenching his leg back. Throwing a middle kick, using the momentum and spinning on his feet. Switching which foot his weight was on, his shifted his stance while spinning. Throwing a high heel kick with his other foot. Spinning with the momentum, he stepped on the floor, making a wider, more open stance. Exhaling quietly, Izuku looked over at his clock. 3:51AM. Izuku walked over to his desk, sitting down again. Researching new kicking techniques, a front kick, a side kick, and back kick, and jumping kick. There were too many options to choose from.

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(5 Days Ago) Itsumi was relaxing at the bar area, Izuku having walked off a bit earlier to go fight that monster. "You think he's gonna die?" The bartender asked casually, cleaning off a glass while speaking to Itsumi. Who was taking a sip of a cold, piss tasting bottle of beer. "Nah, he's not a dumbass like most these people, if he's shit out of luck he'll tap." She spoke simply and plainly, taking another sip from the beer. A small bit of blood trickling down her eye again, which she wiped away. "Aye. Business." Someone walked up behind Itsumi, whispering in her ear before walking away. This made her sigh, setting the beer down and standing up. Walking through a small crowd of people, glancing in the large cage to see her green haired friend fighting that giant. Walking out of the crowd, and going behind the stairs, near the corner of the large room that led upstairs. Opening a door to another room, yawning a little as she walked in. "Pleasure to see you again." The man with lime green, long, silky hair spoke. His simple suit gave off an air of professionalism. "What did you need now?" Itsumi spoke quite irritably, a hand on her hip, staring unamusingly at the man. "Nothing too outlandish, just a beat down on a few guys." Itsumi stared at him, waiting for him to continue speaking, but nothing came out of his mouth. "Well? The Payment?" She spoke incredulously, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. Demanding to know more details, which made the man put his hands up a little. "The usual. 4 Million." He spoke with a smile as he slowly put his hands down. "Oh yeah, and make sure to do good with that quirk of yours." He added while turning around in the chair, facing away from Itsumi. "Whatever. Just tell me where and I'll get it done." Itsumi spoke calmly while walking out of the room.

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(A Few Hours Later) A small group of guys were just chilling in an alleyway. "Hey, you act like it's that big of a deal. It's not like your gonna get murdered for a few trigger doses." One of the men spoke, talking about the events a few days ago. Which one of the orchestrated the plan to intercept a drug deal. Leaving a few people beaten black and blue in their wake. "Yeah, regardless. It's not like anyone'll be able to take all 4 of us-" He was cut off by the sound of a metal can being kicked. The sound coming from the darkness of the alleyway deeper down, a small, crinkled and crushed can rolling closer to them. "The hell is this?" One of them spoke, the edge in their voice evident. Activating his quirk, reaching up and grabbing a tuft full of his hair, pulling it from his head and flipping it between his fingers. Creating a thick, sharp knife as his hair became rigid and dense. A soft laughter coming from the alleyway as a person stepped out. A tall, lean, scarred woman walked out from the darkness. The black tank top having a lack of sleeves showed the scars that riddled her arms. "Nice knife." The woman with white and orange hair spoke calmly, slowly pulling her arm behind her back. "Get the hell out of here, I'd hate to hurt a fine piece of-" The arrogant, knife wielding jackass was cut off. Itsumi swinging her arm forward, a ball the size of her hand was thrown forward, the ball having a gradient color of Tiger orange, and Pearl white that swirled to create a simple yet captivating pattern. The ball soaring through the air, slamming into the man's face with enough force to send him back on his ass, dropping the knife made of his own hair. And before any of the other mean could react, the ball, despite under normal circumstances would've either went straight up. Or just flew back to Itsumi, but instead. It bounced from the man's face, being sent flying in a completely different direction, slamming into the wall. And then into the side of the another man's head. Making him stumble back, the ball bouncing rapidly between the wall, and then into the other men. Each of them getting their own turns to be bashed by the ball, the ball hitting into the side, the leg, the head, the neck. The ball starting to lose momentum, suddenly flew towards Itsumi, Spinning on her back foot. And jumping up into the air, spinning mid air and extending her leg out wide. Wrenching her calf back, her foot slamming violently into the ball. Which made it Create a shockwave of air as it was sent into the floor, bouncing off before she could even start falling back down to the floor. The ball bouncing rapidly between the men, the walls, the floor, and even the dumpster nearby. After just 44 seconds, each of them were slumped, all lying limply on the floor unconscious. The man with the knife made out of his hair was blooding profusely from every orifice of his face. The small mass of the ball didn't matter when it was soaring through the air at over 132MPH. The ball being sent straight down into the floor, sliding rapidly across the floor before shooting upwards at Itsumi. Which she caught without so much as a blink. A slight grin growing on her face. "I think I'm getting my edge back..." She spoke to herself calmly, slowly walking forward. The ball dissolving into a white and orange dust, slowly dematerializing entirely. Walking out of the alleyway, she put her hands in her pockets.

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(Itsumi Futami. Quirk. Recoiling-Sphere. By opening her palm, she can materialize a ball out of thin air. The ball, depending on the size will increase/decrease in density and mass when created. When throwing the ball, she can dictate where the ball will go after a bounce. And sequential bounces can be thought of, bringing them into existence. The ball will begin losing a small amount of speed after each bounce. By hitting/pushing the ball, she can give the ball an increased burst of speed, which can be carried onto the sequential bounces.)

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(Present day) Izuku ran down the street, turning on his heel and running into an alleyway. Forgetting that he didn't have his skateboard was a hinderance. He had to get to work on time to open, he only had 15 minutes to cover what was normally a 30-40 minutes trip minimum on his skateboard. But on his feet, he could use the alleyways he'd grown familiar to. Running down the alleyway, and jumping on top of a dumpster. Leaping off of it, and over a gate that closed off another alley way. Sighing as he continued his long run, his legs aching from the earlier training. But regardless, he kept running through alley way, after alleyway. Reaching the Cafe, he walked inside. Immediately getting the machine's set up. But unlike last time, he ran into the backroom of the Cafe. Remembering to clock in this time. Walking out after grabbing the broom, sweeping the floor, noticing a new carpet put in place. Reaching down and lifting it up a little, revealing a large area on the floor that was slightly stained red. "The hell?" Izuku mumbled to himself, setting the carpet back down, and when he stood up, he noticed a slight dent in the corner of the counter. But deciding not to question it, he continued cleaning up before opening the Cafe. And as predictably as he thought, Hawks showed up again. "Hey greenie." Hawks spoke calmly as he walked inside. "The usual I presume?" Izuku responded, turning around and making the coffee he made only a few days ago. "Yeah, what happened to your arm?" Hawks spoke while taking the cash out of his wallet, and some change. "Oh, I'm working at the police station. And I was a little reckless..." Izuku spoke casually while making the coffee, after a few moments, turning around and handing it to hawks. Taking the cash from the counter. "Well, catch you later." Hawks spoke casually while walking out, the light dinging of the door opening was the only sound in the Cafe except for Izuku's breathing. And the hour slowly passed by, only 3 people coming in total. It was boring, so, god, damn, boring. Izuku was leaning against the counter, tapping on it lightly, thinking of ways to pass the time. But someone walked into the Cafe, looking up, his eyes widening a little bit as he stared at the man in front of him. The tall, man with a light stubble, long, unkept, messy, almost dirty hair walked in. The bags under his eyes evident of his sleep deprivation. "Just a black coffee." The man spoke while staring at Izuku. His tired gaze was intimidating. Izuku nodded and turned around, quickly making the black coffee. Izuku was a hero nerd, knowing even some of the most obscure heroes. Shota Aizawa. And underground hero, almost exclusively doing his hero work at night or past midnight. And due to being an underground hero, he was almost completely unknown. Most heroes having a die hard fanbase behind them, merchandise, and almost a celebrity status for even existing. Not to mention the absurd amounts of cash. But those who were underground heroes got little to no fame, unless going out of their way to get popular. But even the underground heroes got recognition from new stations, interviews, name mentions. But Aizawa was different. Criminal's and villains almost never even knew his hero name, let alone his actual name and identity. Eraser Head. His lack of notoriety was due to his aversion to cameras. He'd avoid the spotlight at all cost, denying interviews, public appearances, and even mentions being apart of group hero work. But a very, very small group of people still idolized him. As he was only here to save those in need, nothing more, nothing less. And Izuku was one of the few. After a few short moments, Izuku made the black coffee, turning around and handing it to the man. "Uh, hey. Can I maybe...Get an autograph?" Izuku spoke while reaching down, opening his backpack, grabbing a new notebook he'd gotten, which he had copied all entries from his previous notebook into this new one. Aizawa raising an eyebrow at the boy's words. Even eraser himself didn't think he had a single fan. Let alone someone so young. "Sure...Got a pen?" He asked while reaching out, taking the notebook and opening it, flipping through the pages to find an empty one. But each one was nearly filled in, the information nearly making his eyes widen. But he kept an indifferent look on his face. The book was filled in with Analysis, data, speculation, theories, weaknesses, strengths, and team-up options for heroes. Some pages had words written small enough where he had to squint to read them, due to the amount of information fit into the page. Lady Nagant. Mt. Lady. Death Arms. Snipe. Midnight. Mirko. Present Mic. Endeavor. Burnin. The list went on-and on-and on- and on of Heroes. Almost all of them were written at the time around before each respective hero made splashes in the hero community. Whether for drama, heroism, good deeds, or accidents. It was like it was all documented. Before they even got name recognition. Izuku handed Aizawa the pen, shrinking in on himself a little. "I-I'm a big fan..." He spoke quietly, watching Eraser just write his hero name on an empty page. No special signature, image, drawing, nothing. Just his name. In his handwriting. Aizawa handed the pen, and the notebook back to Izuku. "Here..." Izuku took the book, putting it back into his bag. Aizawa putting some cash on the counter before walking away. "Hey...Can...Someone without a quirk...Be a hero?" Izuku spoke without realizing it, his mouth just moving. His words making Aizawa stop walking, and after a few moments of silence, Aizawa spoke again. "Not likely, No." His words were simple, plain, and not willing to entertain a conversation. And he walked out of the Cafe without a second thought.

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Izuku sighed, after Eraser left. Feeling a little beat up by his words, but he didn't expect him to say yes. Although it didn't make him feel any better, Eraser being a personal favorite of his. Being tied by Mirko. Which they were also both tied, for the heroes he respected. Not many heroes getting his respect, although it meant nothing to them, not that they even knew. A little bit of time passing by as he waiting for anyone to walk through the door, but the only other person who walked through the door was Itsumi. "Hey." Itsumi spoke while walking in the Cafe. "What up?" Izuku spoke while turning around, making the usual coffee he would make. "Nothing much, you?" She responded , walking around the counter, taking the coffee and walking backwards into the backroom. "Uhm...Well I'm gonna do like an actual fight today..." Izuku spoke a little sheepishly, his anxiety spiking as he thought about how she'd react. "Oh? You got a sponsor?" She spoke casually, after a few moments walking back out from the backroom. Leaning over the counter, taking a sip from her coffee, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, Hotaru Yume...She said it at a dinner." He spoke with an audible sigh of relief, although he tried to hide it, he was worried Itsumi would tell him not to. Why? He wasn't sure himself, but he felt relieved. "Yume...? Aren't you a lucky little bird..." She spoke with a grin on her face, taking another sip from the coffee. "How so?" Izuku leaned back against the counter, his body more relaxed than before. "Well, she's got a pretty good track record. She makes some good cash, and she has a good split...But you gotta be good." She spoke, staring at Izuku, setting her coffee down and standing back up and fixing her posture. "She's not gonna let you take it easy, I've seen plenty of people get fucked up in their first five fights cause they weren't prepared." She spoke with a bit more of a serious tone, staring intently at Izuku. "Your first 5 aren't gonna be easy. She likes testing her Talent-So to speak." Izuku ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, good thing I've bee training...Heh..." He spoke a little anxiously, chuckling a little to hide his nervousness. "Better hope so." Itsumi spoke, picking up her coffee and taking another sip.

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Izuku sighed, walking out of school, rubbing his eyes at the bright sun above him. He couldn't work in the station for a few day's, mostly due to his shoulder. Which was already starting to heal slightly, albeit not very well, considering he was still slightly active with it. Not to mention his upcoming fight, but he'd cross that hurdle when it came around. And Izuku started running down the street, having a long trek home. But once he was about halfway, he stopped running, and stared over at Takoba Beach. Getting an interesting idea. He walked onto the heaps of trash, and for about an hour and a half just looked through the trash. Pushing, lifting, and pulling some trash to reveal more trash. And after some long, drawn out looking for things. He found some Pieces of scrap metal, mostly metal sheets and pipes. And plenty of plastic, which were things like broken shards more-so than any real pieces of plastic. But his mind worked on a plan, and he spent a short time, compiling them all into a pile. And he walked away, making he way down the street, and stopping at the hardware store. Walking in, Looking around for a little bit before deciding on what to buy. 12, 2x4 pieces of wood. A large bag, a hammer, some nails, and some chains, and rope. All of it was kinda annoying to carry, but he made it work, carrying it all to his apartment. And once he got inside after awhile, he set all the bags down on the living room floor. Some of it falling out and clanking quite loudly. "Ugh...This is so stupid...: Izuku mumbled to himself, not even sure that this would work, but regardless. He picked up the Large bag he bought. Walking out of his apartment, making his way back to Takoba Beach. Once we was there, he grabbed handful's of sand, and putting it into the large bag. Which was more like a travel bag, which did help a bit with his idea. And once the bag was filled entirely with sand, the zipper barely closing. He picked it up, slinging it onto his shoulder. Carrying it with his right arm, making his way back home. After awhile, he came back, setting the large, heavy bag on his couch. And after thinking for a moment, He facepalmed, sighing as he sat down. "God-Damn it..." He mumbled as he stared at the bag, watching the zipper slowly open, the sand almost beginning to trickle out. Zipping it back up, Izuku stood up. Walking out of his apartment again. And after another while, he came back with 4 rolls of heavy-duty tape. And he pulled the bag onto the floor, opening the tape, and beginning to cover the bag with a thin, but strong layer of tape. Slowly turning the bag to keep covering it, one roll of tape was long enough to cover half of the bag. Stopping the zipper from opening back up, compacting the sand inside it, making the bag denser, turning easier, and squishing in on itself less. Using the second roll of tape, he wrapped the bottom half of it with tape, closing off the bag entirely. And he stood up, taking a moment to go grab a knife before returning. And he pulled up one side of the bag, grabbing onto the large strap that it had for easier carry, cutting one side of it off. Leaving the other side with a much longer strap. And he pulled it up, slowly, and precisely cutting into the top of the bag itself. Creating a slit, setting the knife down and grabbing onto the chains he bought. Slowly feeding the chain through the bag, and he wrapped the bottom of the chain In tape, strengthening the bind it had to the bag. And he slowly got to his feet, and gritted his teeth as he pulled the bag up with one arm by the chain. Lifting it off the ground a little, and shaking up up and down a bit to make sure the chain would stay. Which it did. And he set it down, turning his attention to the wood he bought. And he picked up the wood, carrying them into his bedroom, after a few moments he got the essential things he needed into his room. Grabbing some nails, he lined up the wood with the floor, and connected them at the ends via a nail. Creating a square with the wood, and he lined another piece of wood with one side of the square. And hammered another nail into the wood, connecting them. Doing the same with the other side of the square. And he wiped sweat from his brow, the pieces of wood were getting increasingly heavy to turn, pull, lift, and slide across the floor. He even had to take a short break to answer the door, getting a noise complaint from the constant banging noise. Although it wasn't a formal complaint, his neighbor just knocking on the door to ask him to keep it down, having to say it would only be a few more minutes. Which was only a half truth. Getting back to hammering the wood, sweating dripping down his face as he hammered the last piece of wood into the top of the 2 he hammered into the sides. Having to stand on his bed to reach it the top of it. And he stepped off of his bed, having a few extra pieces of wood left. But he still didn't have enough for what he wanted to do. But alas, he picked up the chains that he had left. And he wrapped it around the top 2x4. His rabbit eating the food in the corner, and he wrapped the bottom of the chains in themselves. Creating a tie with it. And although he was tired, and he wanted to sit down, he left his bedroom. Taking his shirt off as he walked into his living room. Leaning over the couch for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. Walking around and picking up the bag, carrying it into his bedroom. And he reached up with his left arm to grab onto the chain around the wood, but he felt a deep pain run through his shoulder once he got halfway up. Immediately pulling his hand back, he grit his teeth. "Fuck..." Izuku mumbled, setting the bag down on his bed. Grabbing the bag by the chain, lifting it and pulling it around the chain on the wood. And he pulled it around the inside of it, and he took a deep breath. Holding his breath as he took a step back, and pulled his arm back, pulling the chain through the other chain. Which was stopped by the sudden weight of the bag, and he grit his teeth. Pulling harder, the bag slowly lifting up from the ground, but stopped once it was off the ground. And Izuku's face started to turn a slight pink-ish red. The veins in his arm growing bigger as he pulled even harder. His eyes nearly bulging out of his eye sockets, the bag slowly being lifted from the ground. His arm beginning to burn, his shoulder blade struggling to lift the weight. And he opened his mouth, biting onto the chain, and started pulling it with his teeth and his arm, and after a struggle. He pulled the bag a decent amount off of the ground, and he stepped forward. Sliding his hand up the chain, swinging the bottom half of it up and over the wood. Reaching up with mostly his forearm, keeping his shoulder turned down, and after some more struggling. He pulled the chain of the bag, through the chain on the wood. Intertwining them together. The chain from the wood locking the chain of the bag in place, which made the chain of the bag pull tighter on the chain of the wood. Both of them locking each-other in place. The bag dangling from the chain off of the ground. And Izuku stumbled forward, laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, panting heavily, sweating dripping off his arms, forehead, back, and chest. His face, and neck slowly retuning to his normal, pale color. Finally, he made a Home-Made Punching Bag.

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Izuku took a good 20-30 minute break, after all the straining himself. He drank a piss ton of water, cleaned himself of his sweat with a towel. And after taking a moment to relax, he walked over to the self made punching bag. Pushing the wood back and forth a little bit, he watched the wood turn a little. But it was sturdy. And he threw a punch at the bag, causing the wood to wobble a little, the chain clinking a bit, the bag swaying slightly. And Izuku sighed, taking a step back, sitting down on his bed again, finally letting his body truly relax. And feeling a slight sense of accomplishment at himself. But he still had things to do, so he got up. Putting his shirt back on, walking out of his apartment. Making his way back to the hardware store. After consideration, he bought an electric hand drill. Some strong, Liquid-Adhesive. Along side some more 2x4 pieces of wood. On his way back, he made a detour to Takoba Beach. Going back to the pile of trash he made, and looking through it, he picked up a thin, strong metal pipe. And he made his way back to his apartment, wondering if this would be as bad as making the punching bag. Izuku spent another 33 minutes building his next contraption, creating another square base like before, but this time, he drilled in the nails. Which got him another complaint, which he half lied about again. And got back to working, creating similar pillars with the wood again, the process going much smoother with the drill on hand. But he got on top of his bed, and drilled a small hole in the ends of the wood. But that obviously wasn't big enough for an entire pipe. So he drilled multiple holes in the wood, slowly but surely making the initially small hole wider, and bigger. Until he could fit the pipe inside it, albeit a bit dodgy. But nothing he couldn't work around. And he made a similar sized hole with the drill on the other piece of wood, having to turn the entire contraption. And he slowly slid the pipe through the first hole, and slid it through to the other one. And he let go, getting off of his bed, and standing underneath the pipe. Jumping up and grabbing onto it with his right hand, letting himself dangle over the ground, the pipe not bending a bit. And he let go of the pipe, letting out a sigh a relief. But he still had a problem, the pipe could fall out at any time. Looking around, his eyes widening at the idea. He ran out of his apartment, and after awhile, he came back holding some sheet metal he got from Takoba Beach. Running into his room, He tossed one of the metal sheets on his bed, while picking up and drill and lifting the other one up to the wood. Drilling the nails through the metal, and into the wood. Doing so 4 times with each corner, and afterwards, he grabbed the pipe. Lightly thudding it against the sheet metal, the metal not budging or denting. A smile growing on Izuku's face, and he quickly did the same with the other piece of metal, on the other piece of wood. And he took a step back, admiring his work. A self made Punching Bag, And a self made Pull-Up Bar. He slowly slide them next to each-other against the wall, and cleaning up the mess he made on the floor.

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After sitting down for a bit, Izuku put his left arm in a self made sling, although it was just a bedsheet, and a pillow. It was enough, just to make sure that he wouldn't fuck up his arm before his fight. He didn't plan on leaving it like this, he was gonna take it off right after. But right now it was more convenient like this. And he had a few more hours before he had to leave, so he wanted to optimize his time left to the best of his ability. Which he started by researching more about how fight. And although he couldn't exactly train the techniques. He studied grappling for a little bit, and afterwards he studies more kicks. And continued adjusting his form of his kicks, and he even created his own stance for his messed up arm.

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(Some Hours Later) Izuku was walking down the street, the location was different this time. The building being situated in an abandoned parking garage. Izuku making his way inside, heading up a few floors. And he was greeted to the sounds of dozens of people getting closer as he walked, going up the last slope, and seeing the 20-30 cars parked. The Parking garage being quite filled up, some cars having more than one person inside, while others had people alone. "Hey, glad you didn't flake on me." Yume spoke up from the right of Izuku, who turned his head, seeing her walk towards him. Putting a hand on the back of his neck. "Yeah...Anyway, what's up with this place? I thought it was gonna be in the last area." Izuku spoke a bit confused as Yume began explaining. "Kid...Your smart but this isn't that complicated. Look, you know how like with boxing, they give you shitty opponents to get your experience up? It's kinda like that. No-Better yet, think of it this way. Your first 3 fights, are gonna build your experience, make you a reputable name, and beef up your resume. Like an amateur card. Cause these numb-nuts have nothing to go off of about you, they got no faith. But your last 2 fights, are the professional ones, the ones that legitimize your name. Make sense?" Yume spoke while taking another cigarette from her bag, blowing the smoke in front of Izuku's face. Which he waved away, making sure not to inhale any of it. "Uh...Yeah, I think I get it. So I assume, I need to have a name and some fans before I can fight in that club place?" "Exactly. Think optics kid." Yume spoke while walking into the crowd of people, Izuku following suite behind. And he slowly walked into the center of the parking garage, the crowd of people around was maybe 40-70 people. Most coming to see him opponent, The Viper. And Izuku stood there, staring at him, his hands in his pockets. He was wearing something simple, His usual shoes, as they were somehow allowed. A loose, white t-shirt. And a pair of black torn up pants. The 'Ref' Was different, if you could call him a Ref. A dunk, old, lanky guy who didn't even look like he wanted to be here spoke. "Alright-Alright...Fight...Or whatever..." Once his words exited his mouth, Izuku's opponent slowly took a fighting stance. Izuku doing the same.

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Izuku expected him to rush in, but he didn't. He was watching, inspecting Deku. Who was in his stance, an unusual, almost a mix of grappling, and boxing stance. His left-side slightly further back, he forearm raised slightly, His right hand extended out a bit, and he was slightly leaning forward. A defensive stance. But to the opponents surprise, Deku ran forward first, spinning on his front foot and throwing a high kick. The man blocking it with his arms, lowering his guard and grabbing onto Deku's leg. Pulling him over his shoulder, and throwing him back across the floor, Deku springing himself up with one arm using the momentum to avoid his left shoulder touching the ground. Sliding back across the ground, Deku got to his feet, only to see the man rushing at him. Deku running forward and swinging his body to the side, avoiding a side kick thrown by the man, and Deku countered with a simple straight to the man's chest. Which sent him to the floor, Deku running forward and lifting his leg high up, and slamming it down. Which unfortunately didn't connect. The man rolling to the side, avoiding it narrowly. Deku's foot stomping loudly into the cold, concrete floor. A few cheers coming from the crowd. And the man got to his feet, running forward again, but this time, he threw a simple combination of punches. A left jab, a right hook, a left straight, a right hook, followed by a left hook. Deku dodging each haymaker thrown. But the last left hook nearly grazed his chin, making Deku stumble back slightly. He was unscathed, but another punch might've caught him. Deku taking the initiative, coming back in to throw a right straight, which was dodged by the man. But he grabbed onto the back of the man's neck, pulling his body down into his knee. A heavy impact on the man's stomach, nearly taking him down to the floor again, but instead, the man swung his arm around. Slamming into Deku's face. Causing him to let go of the potential head-lock. Stumbling back again, Deku took his stance. The moment the man got up, he ran forward. Throwing a right hook, which the man avoided, but had to block the incoming back-fist Deku threw. Deku moving in close, sliding his foot forward in-between the man's legs. And he wrenched his left arm back. This was the only attack he could pull off without messing himself up badly for it, a liver shot. It would still put a decent strain on his shoulder, but it wouldn't be horrible like if he tried to throw a straight, But this would also catch the man off guard. And Deku threw the liver punch, only for everything to go black for a brief second. Only for everything to come back as he was sent rolling across the floor, his vision slightly blurring as he rolled on his left shoulder. Gritting his teeth at the pain. 'What the hell happened?' Was all he could think, but he was fully brought back to his senses upon feeling the bones in his hand cracking. The man noticed he wasn't using his left arm, and waited for any move involving it, deciding to counter at that moment. Which he did by grabbing Deku's arm, and slamming his palm into his stomach, letting go of Deku's arm, and throwing a right hook, and a left hook which knocked him unconscious. Spinning on his back foot, and throwing a heavy side kick which sent Deku into the floor, but also ended up knocking him back awake. But he didn't plan on letting up, he ran forward, and in a similar fashion to Deku earlier, he raised his leg up. But instead of aiming for his chest, he stomped his foot on Deku's hand. Causing it to shatter underneath his shoe. Deku's eyes widening at the pain through his hand, and he yanked his hand out, not caring about the extra pain it caused in his shoulder. His movement almost making the man trip, but he jumped back as Deku attempted to throw a hook at his knee. Creating distance between them, Deku getting up to his feet. His heart beating faster, his breathing more intense. He tried to take out the man's leg, but failed, he was down an arm, and a hand. His nose dripping blood down his chin, hand hand, and arm falling limply at his side. The man rushing forward, getting cheers from the crowd. (On the sidelines, Yume watched Izuku promptly getting his ass beat, not expecting much else from a kid like him. The kick was a nice addition though, he at least listened to her advice. But it didn't seem like he was going to win this.) The man rushed in, throwing a straight, which Deku dodged, narrowly, his fist grazing his hair. But he was sent to the floor by a fist to his stomach, his reaction speed was off, his heart was beating faster. Everything felt like it was closing in on him, his throat closing up, his breathing getting ragged as his pupils started dilating. His eyes widening as he was sent on his back, but he suddenly kicked himself up from the floor with one leg, slamming the other up into the man's chin, using his right hand to go into a handstand. Pushing himself off the ground into the air slightly, landing on his feet. The man gritting his teeth at the pain in his jaw, he could barely even react to the kick, let alone dodge it. But his eyes widened seeing Deku suddenly rush at him, He was faster. Izuku ran in, and spun on his back foot, before the man could react, his heel made contact with his jaw, knocking him into his own mind. But Izuku used the momentum from the kick to stomp on the ground. Transitioning his weight from his right left to his left leg, which he spun on. Wrenching his right leg far back slamming it into the man's side, which made the man start falling to the side. But using the stopped momentum, he wrneched his right leg back again. Slamming it into the man's knee, causing it to snap sideways, letting out a loud, unsettling crack as it did so. But Izuku pulled his foot from around the man's knee onto the floor, spinning on his right foot. And throwing a kick to the side with his left leg, which slammed into the side of the man's head as he fell down. Causing him to violently slam into the floor, limply rolling across it.

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Izuku didn't really notice the crowd cheering, as he was too busy, his hand shaking slightly. His pupils unable to stay in one place, staring down at the unconscious man ahead of him. And he exhaled a trembling breath, only to take in a uneven, unsteady breath. Running his hand up his head, and subtly gripping a tight handful of his hair in his palm, blinking rapidly. His pupils slowly going back to normal, his breathing slowing down, his throat opening back up, his heart rate slowly settling. "DEKU! DEKU! DEKU!" The crowd chanted loudly, Izuku finally taking notice and walked back. Sighing as he leaned back against a car, someone walking up beside him, extending a cold bottle of beer. And Izuku took it without question, taking a large sip of it. It tasted like piss mixed with lemon, lime, salt, and cough syrup. Under normal circumstances he would've just spit this garbage out, but he just needed something right now. Keeping his left shoulder low, his left hand resting on his lap. His hair slightly messed up, his face a little bloody from his nose. "Jesus kid...you can take one hell of a beating huh?" Yume spoke while walking up behind him, taking another drag of her cigarette. "Shut up..." Izuku just responded, pushing himself with his shoulder off of the car, his tired, irritated, almost angry expression visible to all. But that was to be expected, given how he looks right now. "You need any cash to go get that checked?" She pointed at his arm, more-so his hand. "No...I'll be fine..." He took another large sip of the beer, every sip didn't help, it still tasted trash. "Hey kid...You got a name don'tchu?" The drunk Ref called out, which made everyone turn to them. Izuku looking over at the crowd, his face becoming a little less irritable. "Izuku Midoriya." He spoke before walking down the slopes of the parking garage. The reveal of his name made quite a few people cheer.

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"You really don't want a ride to the hospital or nothing?" Yume asked Izuku, they were just about to split ways again before She handed Izuku 140 Thousand Yen. "I'll be fine...It's not that far away regardless." He spoke calmly, seemingly unfazed by his broken hand. Yume putting the cash in his pocket. "Alright...Try not to pass out on the way..." She spoke while walking back up the layers of the parking garage. She wanted to ask why he seemed different just before the end of the fight, but figured it wouldn't be a good time to ask right now.

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Unbeknownst to Izuku and Yume. A pair of eyes was watching not too far away from the shadows. Slowly stepping into the light once they were both gone, a young, blonde girl with long, straight hair, in a standard high school outfit walked forward. Her slightly inwards tilted eyes, and yellow eyes, with long vertical pupils, Almost looking cat-like. A canine sticking out of her mouth, slowly biting into her own lip, drawing a small amount of blood. Her canine's being larger than any other tooth in her mouth. A blue cardigan over her black and white school uniform, her black and white skirt, brown school shoes, and white calf-high socks meshing together nicely to create a simple, yet eye catching outfit. Leaning out from the edge of the parking garage, watching the back of Izuku get farther as he walked. "Izuku...huh..." She mumbled to herself before walking backwards, slinking back into the shadows before anyone drove down and saw her.

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Izuku was sitting on a chair, the doctor coming back inside after around and hour. Izuku resting the side of his head on his fist, a tired, annoyed glare on his face. Unlike before, He couldn't exactly deny a form of cast this time, he needed his hand after all. It was already bandaged, but now also had a modified wrist brace. Covering his palm, and fingers to keep them stuck in place, alongside his wrist. "Alright...Look...I'm not gonna ask how. or why. But your lucky there wont be any permanent damage, IF. You put no strain on your hand for a few weeks. And although your shoulder was a little hurt, there wasn't too much issue there. And your nose was close to being broken...But thankfully it won't be permanent." His words just made Izuku sigh, shutting his eyes and resting his head on the table next to him. "How much will it be...?" Izuku asked calmly, his tone hiding the feelings inside himself. Gulping silently. "4.3 Million yen..." The doctor spoke softly, unsure if a teenager would be able to pa- "It'll be sent in a few hours..." The man's train of thought was cut off by the teen speaking again, Izuku standing up from the chair. Rubbing his head. "Can I go?" Izuku stared at the doctor, his eyes having a cold, tired, expressionless stare in them now. "Yes." The doctor simply responded. Watching the teen walk out of the room.

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Izuku walked down the hallway, his right hand in his pocket, his left hand limply swaying at his side. Instead of turning to the left, towards the exit. He made a right, walking into the waiting room grabbing a small cup. Filling it up with waterm and making his way back down into the hall. Walking down it till he reached a certain room, pushing the door with his right shoulder. He walked in to see his mother still lying on the hospital bed, he just walked forward. Slowly dumping the water inside the potted flower he bought. Something he started doing since he brought the flowers. And he tossed the cup in the trash, turning his head to look at his mother. His eyes hollow of anything. And after a few moments of staring, he walked back out of the room.

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Izuku walked into his apartment, sighing as he walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. His rabbit long since going to sleep. He then walked over to his computer, sitting down and opening his banking account, making the payment to the hospital. Having to do everything with one hand. And he slouched back In his chair once he was done, pulling the cash from his pockets. 'A few more fights...' He thought to himself, setting the cash down on the table. He had around 6 thousand yen left after buying all his equipment. But now it was 146 thousand. And Izuku just stared at his computer screen, not blinking, trying to shut his own mind up. "I'LL F___IN_ __L_ Y__ YOU __THERF_____" He sighed, rubbing his head.

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(2 days after the fight) Izuku held a phone to his ear, listening to Yume speaking in his ear. "Look, I don't know what the hell that switch-up was at the end. But you got some people looking forward to seeing you again, so I'll call you again in a few days."

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Izuku tossed his phone on his bed, sighing, leaning back against his chair. Scratching his head, ruffling his own hair. "God damn-it..." He mumbled, looking down at his still broken hand, the wrist/hand brace he wore kept his hand still. It's been like this for the past few days, stuck in suspension, his bandages and gauze that covered his hand and forearm were now growing old. But he couldn't change them without taking off his brace, and messing up his hand. But he walked over to his pull-up bar, jumping up a little and grabbing onto it. Lifting himself up, and slowly letting himself go lower with one arm. Doing pull-ups in silence.

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(5 Days Later) Izuku was punching his self made punching bag, an empty bottle of what used to be filled with a protein shake sitting on his desk. Sweat dripping down his nose as he threw a right hook, hitting the bag, and throwing a left jab. Making sure to avoid any physical contact with the bag. His left shoulder had gotten better, he could at least move his elbow up to where his shoulder was, which was what he mostly needed just to practice. And although he couldn't exactly touch anything with his hand, he could still practice the movement's. The punches, which were more-so open palm strikes from his left hand, were slightly slower. But it didn't matter all that much to him, he just needed to practice for when he could use his hand again. But strangely enough, with his broken hand, he felt like his movements with the rest of his body were sharper, more clear. He was adapting to fighting with one arm, even if only simulating it. He started adding in kicks. A side kick, followed with a high kick into the bag, his shoe slamming into what would've been someone's jaw on the bag. He then closed his leg, attempting to reach around the bag and wrap it around the inner part of his knee. But he fell to the side, twisting his body to avoid his left side. Instead falling on his back. Letting out a tired sigh, he sat up, walking over to his computer. And kept researching. He had the day off from all work, and he'd been able to do his school work from home dur to his injuries. And a slight bit of twisting the truth. But regardless, he had the entire day to himself, just him, and hours upon hours to train for his fight tonight. The move he'd been trying to learn for the past week was one where he'd throw a high kick, and then transitioning it into wrapping his leg around their head, and pulling them to the ground. But he just couldn't for the life of him pull it off right. So he decided to try refining something else he'd been working on, his arsenal of techniques growing quite significantly in this past week. But he'd slow down on learning new techniques, focusing on refining and cleaning up his newer, more sloppy ones.

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Izuku was sitting down on his chair, eating a large meal of mostly chicken meat, but it also had eggs, and salmon. This was his second lunch of the day, but even after these days went by, he never got used to the whole 2 meals a period thing. He'd been eating 2 meals of breakfast, 2 meals of lunch, and 2 meals of dinner. He felt so full, like he just wanted to sit down. But even he had to admit, in just over a week he'd grown in weight a bit. Going from 137 Pounds, To 139 Pounds. He was gaining muscle to add on to that, using his self made equipment, which admittedly needed some more things to really be considered equipment. But he was growing, packing on weight. And he'd been getting ready all week for his next fight, he was up all night, all day, practicing whenever he got the chance. And today was no different. However, when the time had gotten to around 6:00PM, he decided to stop for the day. Letting his body rest before going out.

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Izuku was relaxing, watching his tv, seeing the latest hero saves. Which just made him roll his eyes, listening to them justify their worth to the public. Looking down at his hand, raising it up, Izuku couldn't fully move the bones still, but he very carefully, and very slowly closed his fist. Controlling the muscles and the tendon's in his hand, instead of controlling the bones. When he went at a snail's pace it wouldn't hurt, but when he tried to go even a little bit faster, his bones would creak against each-other, still recovering and converging back together. The bones in his hand weren't so abnormally moved around anymore, they were at least in the correct places and positions. Which is why he's able to move his hand without pain, even if he's not directly moving the bone. When he unclenched his fist slowly, he could almost feel each individual muscle, tendon, and nerve all slowly ease back into an open palm. He didn't have to put much force into closing his hand, as the small brace around his hand and wrist were strong enough to keep it still, but not strong enough to restrict it completely. After moment of deliberation, Izuku stood up, walking over to his kitchen. And he slowly reached out with his left hand, slowly wrapping his fingers, and his palm around a glass cup. And he slowly pulled it up, feeling a light tingling sensation under the bandages, and after a few moments of holding the cup. He set it down carefully, a smile spreading across his face. "YES!" He exclaimed while stepping back, practically vibrating with excitement. He could at least pick up light things if he was careful, that was more than enough progress to make him act like a child again. And he let out a calming sigh, plopping back down on his couch with a sense of victory running through him.

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(Meanwhile) A girl was looking out a classroom window, staring down at the fields of grass, the small flowers beginning to blossom from the ground, the side of her hand covering most of her face.

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'How pretty...that's what they say right...?'

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She thought to herself, but was brought out of her own mind once someone tapped he on the shoulder. "Hey Toga! You want to come with us to the movies tonight? They have that new one about the aliens-n-stuff." The other girl spoke, her brown shaded hair reaching down to her knees. Turning her head, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes lighting up. "Really? I thought they would never release that!" She spoke excitedly, standing up from the chair, and the 3 girls began to walk together. The third girl speaking. "Soooo...Got a crush yet?" She asked The blonde, with hair that was around her shoulders in length. Himiko Toga. Looking over, she waved her hand in rejection, laughing a little. "Well...Not yet...But hopefully soon!" She spoke casually, the other 2 girls reciprocating, sharing with Toga the boy's they were interested in.

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'So stupid...crushes...love...It's all they ever talk about. Boy's this...Boy's that...As if they'd ever even so much as breathe near them...But. He was so cute...'

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She thought to herself, getting lost in her mind briefly before dragging herself back out of it. "Oh, wait I can't go to the movies tonight...Sorry..." Toga spoke while rubbing the back of her neck, avoiding their stares. "Awwww...do you need to work on your project still?" One of the girl's asked, which Toga nodded to. "Yeah...It's a pretty big one." She smiled anxiously, walking ahead of them, turning around and walking backwards. Waving bye at them. "I'll catch you two later!" She spoke loudly while walking away, which elicited a similar reaction from both the girls. Rounding a corner, out of view, her smile dropped, replaced with a cold, indifferent expression.

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'I Can't believe they just bought that...'

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She thought to herself while walking down the street. Making her way to a park not too far away, sitting down at one of the benches, watching people having fun, minding their own business.

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'Why are they all smiling so much...What's making them so happy...Why don't I get it..."

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She thought to herself, tapping her bottom lip with her index finger, feeling a spot she slightly punctured a week ago with her own tooth. Remembering his face.

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'Why doesn't anyone listen...I doubt he'd even entertain me...Just like everyone else...'

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She thought to herself, slowly getting up from the bench. Walking out of the park, and making her way home. But as she walked, she noticed a few signs put up, with a picture of a teenager on it. "IF YOU'VE SEEN THIS PERSON CONTACT AUTHORITIES" The sign read in big, bold text. The words underneath reading. "Saito-Missing." Her head followed the picture of the teenager on the sign as she walked, the dark gray-ish black haired teenager on the image looking similar, to another green haired teenager she'd recently taken a liking to. They had a similar hair cut, similar slender, lean build. They even had a similar face. One that she couldn't get out of her head.

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She finally made her way back to her house, making brief small talk with her parents before going up to her room. Walking over to her desk, and opening her laptop, scrolling through the internet mindlessly while waiting for the night to come around.

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'Izuku...Deku...Izuku...Deku...Izuku...'

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Her mind bounced back and forth between the two names, her thoughts stuck on his bloodied face, and battered body. She rested her chin on her palm, her mouth slowly opening a little, her canine slowly sinking into her wrist. Drawing blood to drip down her wrist. Not noticing, she started lightly cutting her wrist open with her sharp tooth. Her pupils dilated at the video she watched, a man being torn apart limb by limb, watching the blood spray out from the exposed arteries of the man's arms. Her face turning a little red, looking down and finally noticing her wrist. Which was just pissing blood. "Damn it..." She mumbled, standing up.

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'I did it again...I need to see him...'

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She thought to herself as she cleaned her wrist off by drinking any blood that came out, and wiping the rest away with a towel. Looking around her desk, making sure there were no lasting stains or blobs left. Once confirming, she walked over to her closet, grabbing a small jewelry box. Opening it, and taking a small, but wide bracelet from it. Which she put on her wrist before putting the box away into the recesses of her closet. The bracelet was self made, well, the hidden padding on the bottom half was. Gauze on it to soak any extra blood up, and a tight wrap around her wrist to put pressure on it. It wasn't entirely ideal, but it hid her cuts well.

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After some hours ticked by, she quietly opened her window, slinking out of her bedroom.

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'I hope I have time to see his match...'

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She thought to herself, walking across the grass, making her way into the city not too far away. After awhile of walking, she turned into an alley way, slowly making her way through. Until eventually coming to a large gate blocking off an alleyway, which she climbed up over, hopping off the top of the gate, onto a dumpster, hopping off that one next, landing the floor. Smiling as she skipped down the alleyway, making a left turn halfway through, going inside the blocked off building through an unsealed exit, which she used as and entrance funny enough. A smile spreading across her wide mouth, her canine's peaking out from her mouth as she walked. "I'm baaaaack~" She spoke to herself, skipping through the old, dusty, broken down hallway's of the building. Making her way up rickety, creaking stairs, to the 5th floor. Walking inside a specific room that was locked, the door still functional unlike the other doors, which were either taken off the hinges, or simply didn't work.

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Upon walking inside, there was a person laying on the ground. Nearly unconscious, his dark gray-ish black hair almost being impossible to see in the darkness of the room. All window's boarded off, and taped shut from the inside, his Achilles tendon on both of his legs cut in half. Making him unable to do anything else but crawl on the floor, and Toga grinned as she reached down, picking up up by the shirt and dragging him back against the wall. Making him sit upright with his back against it. "Hiiii Saito...I missed you~" She spoke playfully, getting down to his level, straddling his hips. Staring at him. "You look a little pale..." She spoke nonchalantly, yet so observantly, his skin having lost most of it's color, his face and body covered in dried, old, oxidized blood. His eyes slowly looking up to stare at her, too weak to speak, or move. And she tilted her head, staring at him with a little confusion. "What's with the look?" She smiled wide again, giggling as a deep, sickening amount of blush spread across her face. Wrapping her around his neck, and gently pressing her forehead against his with a cold stare. A stark contrast to her blushing face. "I found someone new...So this'll be the last time I come back." She spoke quietly, before slowly leaning in, and putting her lips against his neck. Opening her mouth, and sinking her teeth into his skin. Her canines breaking the layers of skin protecting the muscle underneath, which quickly spread the wound open to her other teeth. Drinking the blood from his neck, his eyes losing the little sign of life that were left in them.

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Toga walked out of the building, wiping the small bit of blood that was still on her mouth. Making her way back down the alleyway, climbing on top of the dumpster in front of the large gate, scaling up the gate and hopping off. Glancing left and right between and intersection of the alleyways, making her way across before walking back onto the street. The time slowly ticking by, opening her phone, she stared down at the time. 10:33. Her eyes widening, a feeling of distress filling her entire body.

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'NO! IM GONNA MISS IT'

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She thought to herself, running down the street, avoiding anyone that she could to keep her line towards the location as straight as possible. Panting as she ran, the wind blowing past her face, nearly making her shut her eyes. Her nails digging into her palm, the other gripping her phone tighter. She eventually ran all the way to another empty parking garage, instead of going through the bottom entrance. She snuck in from behind, making sure to keep quiet as she slipped through the shadows, watching a few cars drive up the first ramp. And once she was sure that no other car was coming, she ran briefly underneath the dim light, running straight into the shadows again. "The fuck...?" Someone turned around, hearing a quiet, rapid pattering noise behind him, only to see nothing. Nothing but a large shadow covering the wall of the parking garage. After a moment, the man went up another ramp, this time on foot. Toga opened her eyes, het feline-like ey sticking out amongst the darkness. Which slowly disappeared as she started stepping backwards, delving further into the darkness behind her.

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(A few hours ago) Izuku was setting up the Cafe as usual, albeit this time with one arm. So he was a little slow, but he still managed to get the shop open by 6:00AM on the dot. Which perfectly timed for his most consistent customer. "Hey greenie." Hawks walked through the door, the bell chiming a little. "Usual?" Izuku spoke while turning around. "Yeah, and damn. What happened to your arm?" Hawks spoke while grabbing some money out of his pocket. "Oh, it's nothing. I just broke a couple bones pretty bad." Izuku responded, turning back around and handing Hawks his drink, he was so used to making this drink. He could probably do it blindfolded with his mouth. "Wanna chat for a bit? I'm taking the day off, so I'm feeling like sitting somewhere." Hawks offered a kind gesture, nodding backwards to one of the tables. Which Izuku followed him to, sitting down on the opposite side of him.

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"So how'd you start working here?" Hawks asked before taking a sip of his coffee. Izuku visibly a little tense leaned forward, rubbing the back of his neck, his right elbow pressing into the table. "Uh...Well, I needed a job. Or else i'd...yknow...starve. And after a day of looking, I applied here. Owner said he liked my Unassuming Face." Izuku spoke his last words with quotation mark's with is fingers. This getting a laugh from Hawk's. "Ha! That's hilarious." A grin spreading across Hawk's face. "He's not wrong though, you'd make a good stealthy hero. You blend into everything." He spoke casually, taking another sip of his coffee. "Uh...Actually. I was hoping to get your opinion on something..." Izuku's words piqued Hawk's interest. Raising an eyebrow, he set his coffee down on the table. "Shoot" He spoke simply, staring as Izuku. He could see his hesitance. "Uhm...Do you think...Someone...without a quirk, could be a hero?" He internally calmed himself down, even if only a little bit. "Oh? Well...Being a realist...It's probably not possible. If the goal is to be someone like All Might, just pack it up...But. Being the optimist I am, it could be possible. Do me a favor, and look up a hero called Eraaser-head. The cool thing about him is he doesn't have a combat oriented quirk. So he fights quirk-less. But he has this weird scarf thing always around his neck, calls it a capture-weapon." Hawk's spoke calmly, and casually, his words as optimistic as he so poetically proposed. And Izuku stared at him for a moment, almost in disbelief anyone would answer yes to his question. "Cat got your tongue?" Hawk's spoke, picking up his coffee again, taking a sip. Izuku, snapping out of his own head. "Huh...You think people would like a quirk-less hero?" Izuku asked while leaning back, falling back into thought. "Mhhh...Depends on the person, just like what I've saying. Approval ratings are the top priority these day's. Those are what get people to the top of the list. However saves still matter, but people dont factor them in as much to their opinion. They just see you as another cog in the machine to help those in need." Hawk's spoke nonchalantly, taking another sip of his coffee. Dropping the truth on hero society to a random teenager as If It was common sense, which in Izuku's mind, it was. After some more small talk, and no one else coming into the coffee shop, Hawks had left. Leaving Izuku in his own thoughts again.

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(Later the same day) Izuku kicked to the side, which Itsumi dodged out the way of, putting her hand out and slamming it into Izuku's chest. Sending him to the floor with a heavy thud. "Close one." Itsumi spoke casually, stepping back and picking up a water bottle, tossing it to Izuku. Who was sitting up, catching it with his right hand, wiping some sweat from his forehead. "Don't mock me." He spoke with an exasperated sigh, leaning back, taking a drink from the bottle. "You've gotten a hell of a lot better since the last time, it took me 2 months to figure out how to do half of the stuff your doing." She spoke while picking up her own water bottle, drinking from it. "Well...My mom always said I was a fast learner..." Izuku spoke, taking another large sip from the bottle. Suddenly laying on his back, and pushing off the ground with his good hand, kicking his feet in the air and flipping onto his feet. Standing up. "What is this, round 19 or something now?" He asked with a slight grin, slowly stepping to the side, Itsumi tossing her water bottle as he did the same. Both of them circling each other. "Yeah...about to be 19-0." She spoke in a nonchalant, but cocky tone. "Like hell it will!" Izuku yelled while suddenly running forward, once in striking distance, he spun on his front foot, Itsumi leaning back to dodge a heel kick. Raising her hands, and throwing a 6 punch combination. A left jab, a right hook, a left body straight, a right jab, a left hook, and a right uppercut. Doing each at a rapid pace, Izuku leaning to the side to dodge the jab, ducking to dodge the hook, leaning back, and standing back up right to avoid the straight. Stepping back, avoiding the next jab by twisting his torso to the right, which moved his head a considerable amount. Raising his arms, and blocking the left hook, only to be send backwards with her heavy uppercut. Stumbling backward, his back slammed into the soft mattress on the wall. Getting a front kick to his stomach, sending him to the floor. "Damn it!" He yelled, pushing himself off the floor. SIghing, running a hand through his hair. "How the hell do you always do that?" He asked while rubbing his head. Itsumi walking back and shrugging. "Ehhh...A decade of experience helps." This getting an unamused stare from Izuku. "Whatever..." He spoke while leaning back against the wall. "Hey, how bout you show me those things you've been working on?" Itsumi asked with a grin.

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(9:33PM) Izuku was sitting on his couch, when Yume sent him a text. Opening his phone. "Put your shoes on and come outside." His brows furrowing, standing up and walking into his room, putting his shoes on and stepping out of his apartment. Walking down the stairs onto the street, he saw a black limousine parked outside. One of the back windows being rolled down, revealing Yume sitting inside. "Hey, get in. Got business to talk about." She spoke casually, Izuku walking forward, getting in the car. "How did you get my address?" Yume stared at him for a moment. "Don't worry about it." Izuku just sighed, leaning back into the chairs, this was his first time being inside a limousine though, so that was cool. "Whatever just, what did you want to talk about." He leaned forward, staring at Yume, a look of indifference written on her face. "Your up-coming fight genius. Look, I got a guy lined up after this fight. Knock this next guy down, and we'll both be swimming in cash." She spoke as a grin spread across her face, reaching over, grabbing a bottle of champagne that was in a cup holder. But Izuku raised an eyebrow. "So what, I thought you said I'd just be fighting no-names for a few?" He asked a bit confused, but this made a chuckle come from Yume. "Idiot. I never said they wouldn't already be established. Each of them is a better fighter than the last, with a better record. And if you beat each of them, you work your way up the chain. You establish your name with taking down giant's compared to you. And then you coast off of easier fights...Get it?" She asked after her mini-rant, opening the bottle of champagne, taking a sip. "So, you're saying...." Izuku paused for a moment, before it finally clicked. "Optics..." He mumbled, staring off into nothing. "EXACTLY!" Yume yelled with a wide smile. "Took ya long enough, even saying it out loud like before you still couldn't get it." She spoke while drinking from the bottle again.

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Izuku got out of the car, spinning a pen between his fingers. (10:39PM) Yume getting out of the car and following behind him. "Sure you don't want none?" She extended the hand which held the bottle of champagne, Izuku shaking his hand no. "Nah...I need to keep my focus..." His words made her grin a little, and lightly bump him with her arm. "Knew I could count on you." She spoke with a grin, seemingly unaffected by the fact she's drunk half the bottle. "Whatever..." Izuku rubbed the back of his head, looking away. But she could still see the slight blush that crossed his face.

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They both made their way inside, making their way up to the 4th layer of the garage. Her personal limousine parking on one of the lower floors. "Yo." A voice came from behind them, both of them turning their heads to see Itsumi, having been waiting for Izuku. "Oh, hey. Came to watch?" Izuku stopped, and walked towards her, but the back of his collar was grabbed and yanked back. "Wrong way genius, were already late by 6 minutes." Yume spoke while dragging him backwards. And Izuku made small talk with Itsumi along the way, letting himself be dragged by Yume. "I think this fight will go smoother than my last one." Izuku spoke casually, rubbing the back of his neck. "It better, can't keep fighting if you break a bone every time." Itsumi spoke as they approached the crowd of people, which was bigger to a ratio of around 50-70 people. A sizeable increase in watchers, one of them turning around and seeing the three approached. "Aye! They're Here!" He yelled loudly, which got everyone's attention. Turning their focus on the three, most of the focus being placed on Izuku who was still being dragged my Yume. The back of his shoes scraping across the ground. "Thanks for the ride." He spoke sarcastically, standing up properly, and walking into the crowd. Getting a few cheers as he did. Walking in the center, he stared at the wide, quite large, but short man. He was only a inch taller than Izuku, Maybe 5'6. But his frame was far larger. And thicker. Izuku took an odd stance, his left foot slid back a little, his left arm kept low, his left palm open inside it's brace. His right hand outstretched, the palm open as-well. The other man taking a more traditional boxing stance. "Fight..." The familiar drunk man spoke, stumbling backwards.

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Immediately, Izuku rushed forward throwing a straight, which the man blocked with his arms. Izuku hopping to the side, throwing a jab to his shoulder, only to be forced to back off due to a back fist flying towards him.

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'It didn't even phase him...'

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Izuku thought to himself, the man unaffected by the 2 punches. Izuku running in again, throwing a hook, which was blocked. Spinning on his feet, and shifting his weight to his left foot, then to his right foot. The bottom of his shoe slammed into the man's stomach. But he didn't even flinch, his feet sliding backwards a little across the floor. Reaching down, and grabbing Izuku by the leg, throwing him across the open space they had. Izuku bouncing off his back, kicking up his feet, he pushed himself off the ground with his hand, flipping over onto this feet again. And he ran forward again.

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'What a monster...'

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Izuku thought to himself. The man wrenching back his fist, and throwing a hook to Izuku. Who jumped up, wrapping his legs around the man's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the man's forearm. Taking both of them to the ground, Izuku started pulling hard. Over extending the man's arm, but to his surprise, the man slowly pulled his arm up, with izuku still on it. Slamming his hand down onto the ground, which made Izuku's back slam into the floor, causing him to let go. Staring up, Izuku saw a hammer fist flying down towards his stomach, so he pushed himself up from the ground slightly, turning to the left, and kicking the man's arm away. He kept spinning, pushing himself to his feet. He spun one last time, lifting his leg high into the air, and slamming it down towards the man. Who rolled out of the way, izuku's foot hitting onto the floor with a loud thud. The man pushing himself up, run forward, attempting to tackle Izuku to the ground. Izuku stepping to the side at the last minute, and wrenched his knee back. Slamming it up into the man's stomach, which made him fall to the floor. Izuku getting on top of him, began raining punches down left and right on the man's face. The man raising his arms to block most of the punches, but a large amount were still sneaking through, made only large by Izuku grabbing his wrist. Pulling his arm to the right, exposing his face further for more punches. And despite new cuts, bruises growing on his face with each consecutive punch, he took each one without a second thought. Izuku continuing to wail on him, but suddenly jumped off when he saw the man throw a right hook.

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"From the floor...Seriously?"

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Izuku thought to himself, and after a moment, Izuku backed up. Letting the man get to his feet. And Izuku decided something new. So he slowly closed his left hand into a fist, pointing his right four fingers out. Almost like a knife, and he slowly exhaled, waiting for the right moment. The man getting up, after think how to approach, he ran forward. Throwing a heavy straight, but was sent stumbling backwards, out of breath. A deep pain in his chest. Izuku standing in the same spot, his left arm pulled back, his right arm extended, his fist shut. (A Seiken-Perfectly straight punch) Izuku ran forward, and slid on his front foot, preparing for another Seiken. The man's eyes widening, barely having time to react, blocking his stomach with his arms. But he was struck by a hook connecting with his jaw, making him stumble to the side. He couldn't catch his breath, he couldn't focus. That punch to his solar-plexus had more than double the force of even the hook he just endured. He looked over, trying to think of the best thing right now. But his eyes widened as he breath was taken away again, an heavy front kick slamming into his stomach, which he hadn't flexed. Sending him back into a pillar of the parking garage, falling forward, only seeing a fist flying towards his face before everything went black. Izuku slid his right foot backwards, watching the man fall to the floor in front of him. Another Seiken, this time, to the man's face. After a second, the circled of people bursting out into cheers, and chants. "DEKU! DEKU! DEKU! DEKU!" Izuku smiled a little, fixing his posture, walking backwards from the man. "Damn...Talk about improvement." Yume spoke as Izuku walked up to her and Itsumi. Izuku rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah...I wasn't sure that guy would've gone down from that though...So it was kinda a gamble." He spoke, walking out of the crowd, his body relaxing more.

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All three of them were sitting in the limousine, chatting amongst each-other. "So how much were you practicing that?" Itsumi asked while leaning forward, curious on how his technique with that punch specifically was better than the rest of his attacks. "Oh, uh...3 hours a day, and I would train the other stuff after that." Izuku spoke with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck again. "Damn...I would die of boredom." Yume spoke casually, taking another sip of her champagne. "Bitch don't you lie, you used to fight all the time." Itsumi turned to her, leaning forward further. "Wait are you serious?" Izuku asked with a slight humorous tone. "Shut Up! It was like 11 fights." Yume spoke, turning away, her face starting to turn a little red. "Oh come on...Snow-Queen." Itsumi's words making Yume's face turn a bright red, and she turned to Itsumi. "What did you just say..." Her voice had a very exasperated strain to it. And Izuku backed up a little, not sure whether to laugh or be terrified. But Itsumi just grinned. "Snoow-Queee-" Itsumi was cut off from her mocking words, Yume lunging at her in embarrassment. And Izuku couldn't help but laugh as he backed away, both of them beginning to go back and forth in the limousine. Izuku occasionally having to suddenly switch seat to avoid being hit into.

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Yume and Izuku stepped out of the Limousine. Having already dropped Itsumi off at her apartment. Yume having a busted lip, and a normal, straight face again, Itsumi having a few scrapes of her own before leaving the Limousine earlier. "Hey, come on. Let's celebrate." She spoke while walking into a building, pointing at Izuku to the 'Bouncer' And Izuku followed her inside, hearing the loud music playing. The light slowly switching from red to purple, he hadn't got a good look at the sign before walking in. But he immediately realized what type of place he was in when he walked inside. "What the fuck..." He mumbled to himself, entering the main area, seeing that he was in a strip club. Walking forward slowly, looking around. Seeing chairs, tables, booth's a woman dancing on a pole. And a not to subtly placed bar in the middle of the room upon entering. Izuku walked in-between a few tables, making his way to the bar area, seeing Yume sitting there. But he was stopped by a woman in just a bra, and a skirt. She playfully bit onto the front of Izuku's collar, lightly pulling it with her teeth before walking away. Izuku's face turning into a tomato as he quickened his pace towards Yume. Sitting down next to Yume, he turned to her. "Why did you bring me here?!?" Izuku yelled quietly, his face still beet red. Although he's had the option, he never actually went inside one of these, as he just never had a reason to. Yume turning to him with a grin, taking a drink of wine. "Cause. What celebration doesn't have drinks. Not to mention, should you be like ecstatic or something?" Yume asked, lightly bumping his arm with hers again. And Izuku didn't want to admit it, but he didn't exactly mind it. It was just a little strange. Izuku just sighed loudly, leaning forward, resting his head on the bar counter. "Hey. Lighten up. Christ your like all sad all of a sudden." She spoke casually, and after a moment, she nudged him again with her elbow this time. Making Izuku lift his head, looking at her. "Live a little." She spoke simply, extending her hand, which had a shot glass in it. "Fucking hell..." Izuku spoke quietly, after a long few seconds of consideration, Izuku took the shot glass. Drinking it, coughing a little afterwards. "That tastes like garbage-" Izuku coughed out, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. But after a moment, he felt like he had a burst of energy for a brief moment, the shot tasting so bad, his body basically waking up from it. "Hey, you want anymore. It's on me." She spoke while sipping her wine again with a grin.

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The night kind of went by in a blur, Izuku mostly remembering just a lot of noise. A lot of words that he couldn't remember, but one thing he remembered. Was a girl who had a similar hair length as him, her hair a rainbow of colors. From red all the way to purple. Not to mention she was pretty.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shutting immediately upon seeing the light seeping into his bedroom. He raised his right arm, covering his eyes, feeling a strange weight beside him. And after a few moments, he sat up a little, leaning back against the back board of his bed. Looking around, his room was just as he left it, but his gaze went down. His tired eyes, hung over eyes not reacting much as he saw a certain rainbow haired girl sleeping besides him. Her hand resting on his chest, and upon seeing she had no clothes on, as well as himself. He just sighed, putting his hand over his face. "God damn it..."

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Izuku was cooking 3 plates of food, the usual things he'd make, chicken, eggs, and tuna. The third plate having a simpler dish, rice, eggs, and a little bit of bacon

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Turning his head around, hearing the click of his bedroom door, he watched the rainbow-haired woman walk out of his room. Wearing his yellow sweater, which was a little oversized for her, but it covered her up, which made Izuku relieved.

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"Hey...Can I stay for a minute...My head hurts..."

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The woman mumbled, pressing his palm against her head, rubbing her eyes. And letting out a quiet yawn. "I called a car, they'll be here in 20 minutes or so. By the way, mind telling me your name?" Izuku asked, turning back to cooking the food.

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"Shizuka Kei."

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She spoke while walking forward, leaning over his kitchen counter. "So you live here alone or what?" She asked while watching him cook, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah. I have work in a bit, so I can't have you just staying here while I'm gone."

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Izuku spoke while finishing up the food, filling each plate with the respective foods. Picking the odd one out up, and handing it to Kei. Who took it a little surprised. "You made me some?" She asked a little bewildered, not expecting any sort of gesture.

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"I'm not an asshole." Izuku responded simply, picking up one of his own plates, and grabbing 2 forks. Tossing one to her, beginning to eat his own food while leaning against the counter. Kei starting to eat her plate of food, both of them being stuck in this awkward position.

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"Thanks..." She mumbled, taking another bite from the plate.

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The silence returning as they ate, and after the 20 minutes were up, Izuku waved bye as she left his apartment. Carrying her things, having put on her pants, but still wore Izuku's sweater. Sighing, Izuku just opened his fully stocked fridge, grabbing a cup and a protein mix, some milk, a little bit of ice cream, and some coffee mix.

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He didn't really care what he added, he just needed to wake up every day, and he blended it all together. Pouring his blend into the cup. Wondering if today started off horrible, or ok.

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(2.5 Weeks Later) Izuku was hitting the punching bag in his room, a little sweat dripping off his forehead. He had his first 'Pro' Fight coming in a few days, so he'd been practicing more in the past 4 days than the last week combined.

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Throwing a right jab, feinting into a left straight, and backing up a little. Exhaling slowly, he slowly slid his left foot back, extending his right arm, opening his right palm. His left hand doing a familiar, spear-like motion as his right did not too long ago. Sliding his left foot forward, keeping his back straight upwards, he threw a straight punch into the bag.

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A Seiken to the stomach, Twisting his hips to the left, he threw a second Seiken with his right hand. Followed by 4 more consecutive Hits. 6-Seiken's in a row. This one technique he'd been training for, he'd already sunk over 60 hours of practice into it. More than 7 times the hours of practice he put into his other techniques.

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After leaning a little more grappling, he focused on becoming proficient at what he already knew to a greater degree. His rate of progress being helped immensely by occasionally getting a few lessons with Itsumi, being shown flaws in his form. His hand was healed enough where it wasn't in top shape, but he could fight with it again. Opening his options of attack tenfold. And he picked up a few more things with Itsumi to top it off.

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(Ring-Ring-RIng-Ring)

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Izuku looked over at his phone, seeing it was buzzing, stopping what he was doing. He walked over to the phone, picking it up, seeing Tsukauchi was calling. Answering, he put the phone to his ear, today was the first day that he would be back on the police force.

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"Hey Tsukauchi." Izuku broke the ice immediately, which made Tsukauchi silently sigh to himself. "Hey kid, come into the station, I have to key you in on something." He responded before ending the call, Izuku pulling the phone away from his ear a little confused.

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'Maybe this was just something minor, like a change of equipment, or maybe a check up.'

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Izuku thought as he changed into different clothing, a black t-shirt, black jeans, and his normal sneakers. Leaving his apartment, running across the street before jumping up, riding on his new skateboard he bought. His money from the fighting was 344 Thousand Yen. Having already gotten over 600 Thousand. Spending most of the cash on food, and paying rent early.

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Izuku skidded to a stop in front of the police station, walking inside. The receptionist looking up, seeing him just pressed the button on the desk. The doors opening, with Izuku making his way inside. Walking down the halls, he saw almost no one else around, until he turned a corner, seeing Tsukauchi at the end of the hall.

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Making a motion with his hand at Izuku to come to him. Which Izuku did. Following Tsukauchi inside the room, which had 20-30 different police men inside. Some sitting in chairs, the other's standing.

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"Alright, now that everyone's here. We can get started." Kenji Tsuragamae spoke, a man with the head of a beagle dog. The middle of his face, being a light tan color, the area around his eyes and ears begin a much darker brown. His dress shirt, and waist-coat being mostly covered by a black, unbuttoned blazer. His black and white tie being a dotted pattern, and his black buckle completing his outfit. Which was just oozing authority.

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"As most of you know, we plan of doing a Raid tonight. Grabbing a long stick from a table, he pointed it back at a white board behind him. Which had drawings of a building, and a individual.

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"Tsuyoshi-Katashi. He is the target of this Raid-Ruff." Tsuragamae barked briefly. "We don't know his quirk, but every attempt to apprehend him had gone unsuccessful. This man has ended the lives of 4 heroes, and been responsible for the deaths of more than 30 police men and women. Tonight, We end It."

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The room went eerily silent after he finished speaking. After a moment, he spoke up again. "We will not be taking any chances, so we are calling all to be apart of this." He saw someone raise their hand, the green haired teen he only met once before this. "Yes? Ruff." He pointed the stick at Izuku briefly, before resting his arm as his sides.

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"Why don't the heroes take care of it? I mean realistically speaking no-one person is gonna be able to take on 3, if not 5 or 10 pro's at once." Izuku spoke calmly, Not acknowledging the stares, and glares he got.

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"Good question. There is a reason why." Tsuragamae pointed the stick back at the board, now pointed at the drawing of a building. "We currently know where he will be located. which room. every entrance. Every exit. Where very line of defense will be. And even more. There is simply no chance of failure." He spoke with an air of total, assured confidence. Stating their victory like a fact, less than a possibility.

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(Meanwhile)

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"We currently know where he will be located. Which room. Every entrance. Every exit. Where every line of defense will be. And even more. There is simply no chance of failure." A tall, large, teal haired man listened through a device. His expression a growing grin.

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"Hey, I know it's your first time here in awhile. And I hare to toss you into something like this. But we need every hand we can get right now." Tsukauchi spoke calmly, handing Izuku a loaded pistol, a taser, pepper spray. And a few extra magazines of ammo. "It's fine...It was bound to happen eventually so, better now than later right?" Izuku spoke casually, laughing a little as he walked away. Coming back wearing his police uniform now instead of his normal clothes. "Let's fuck them up." Izuku spoke with a grin, which made Tsukauchi smile a bit. He was worried Izuku would be nervous, but he'd say hes the most confident out of everyone.

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The time was 11:22PM. Nearing midnight. And they arrived at the place, an abandoned, warehouse. Which before was left to rot, was renovated into a more compact building, having a few rooms, hallways, and floors. The bottom floor being only slightly altered. The middle being still almost untouched, but the sides had a few rooms of separate storage installed.

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Izuku walking out of the car with Tsukauchi, slowly made their way up to the door. Izuku, alongside everyone else holding their pistol's. Waiting for a moment, Tsukauchi gave a signal with his hand for everyone to wait. So they did, a few minutes going by, until he finally signaled with his hand to go inside.

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Slowly opening the door, Tsukauchi entered the dark warehouse, Izuku following behind. The quiet sound of footsteps filling the area around them.

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But before they could get very far, a blinding flash of light suddenly appeared, and the sound of a shot rang out. A bullet whizzing next to Izuku's head, the sound of someone collapsing to the ground right before a hail of gunfire started.

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Izuku running to the right and falling over, and hiding behind a few old, dusty boxes. Looking over, seeing a few people followed suit, Tsukauchi having ran to the left. Hiding behind a pillar, the sounds of dozens of guns going off at once continuing. 11 different Police being gunned down in-front of them. The ones who managed to hide being forced to watch them be shot down.

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Izuku staring with a complex look on his face.

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But after a couple seconds, it all stopped. Everything going silent, the brief noise of bullet casings far away clinking against the floor, and Izuku glanced at the other 2 guards nearby him. There were additional Police men going in other entrances. But Izuku just assumed they were all down due to hearing no excess gunfire.

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And after a moment, one of the guard's near him slowly stuck his head out from the corner of the boxes they were hiding behind. Pointing his pistol at the darkness. A bullet flying through his head, thudding back on the floor dead immediately.

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And after looking around, straining his eyes, Izuku noticed a switch nearby. But it was out in the open. "Cover me." His whispered to the other Officer next to him. The man being confused for a moment before nodding. And after a count down from three, Izuku stood up. The man getting out from the cover of the boxes, making both of their position's known.

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And he opened fire first, Izuku running towards the wall. Other officers, including Tsukauchi opening fire alongside him. And a bullet or two whizzed by Izuku, bullets flying between both sides. And reaching up, Izuku pulled down on a switch. Which lightened up the bottom floor, showing both side's positions.

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And Izuku ran towards Tsukauchi, Ducking behind the Pillar with him. The edge of it being blown off by a bullet as he narrowly avoided it.

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"Christ. You almost-" Tsukauchi took a breath, composing himself. He can't lose his cool for anything right now. "Nice work with the light." He spoke calmly to Izuku, both sides of gunfire stopping. "I thought everything was good, the hell is going on?" Izuku asked Tsukauchi, the firing of bullet's ensuing once again. "I don't know, they shouldn't have known we were here." Tsukauchi gritted his teeth. Wondering if it was somehow leaked. They only told 6 different people the plan before calling everyone the few weeks afterwards. "Just stay behind, don't le-" Tsukauchi turned to see Izuku was now gone. Having left his side. 'God damn it!' Tsukauchi yelled in his head.

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Izuku silently walked behind the shelving. Making sure to only move when gunfire was going on, masking his steps. And reaching the end of dozens of shelving units, he slowly pointed his pistol up, walking around the corner. Seeing one of the men behind a few boxes, Izuku pointed the pistol at him. As he turned around, the man's eyes widening. Raising his own gun at Izuku, about to pull the trigger. And Izuku thought back on a conversation he had a year ago.

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(One Year Prior)

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"Alright, what's up with you lately. You've been all stingy and quiet." Itsumi spoke casually, sitting down at the booth with Izuku. They were both sitting in a separate coffee shop from the place they worked, handing Izuku a coffee. And a churro.

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Izuku slowly grabbing the coffee, staring down as he bounced his leg anxiously under the table. "Do...Y-You actually want to know...?" Izuku asked quietly, sounding more like a scared child than anything. "Yes. Come on, just say it." Itsumi spoke, leaning forward over the table, her gaze hardened with frustration.

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A week and a half of trying to get this damn teenager to open up was like trying to pull a car in half.

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Izuku hesitated for a few moments, his mouth quivering slightly as he opened it. "S...Sometimes...I-I have this thing...where...I want to hurt...everyone..." Izuku spoke quietly, lowering his head and shrinking in on himself. "And no matter what...I-I can't stop it..."

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Izuku's hands slightly trembled, the cup of coffee slightly rattling in his grip. A softer, more calm expression crossed Itsumi's face. Opening her mouth to speak.

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Izuku stared down the sight's of his gun, his pistol pointed at the man. And his index finger pulled back on the trigger. A bullet flying out of the gun, hitting the man in the throat, tearing clean through it. This getting the attention of other's nearby, who turned to him. Izuku running to the left as he was fired at, falling over and sliding on his shoulder across the floor, ducking behind a wall.

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The edge of the wall being torn apart by bullets, some of them flying through the wall near him. He was at their side of the field now. The gunfire between them and the police continued, both sides beginning to very slowly dwindle. The positions were all unlike the plans mapped out. Izuku slowly made his way along the wall, slowly reaching the corner, near the other end of the warehouse now.

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Turning the corner, he saw 2 men, pointing his pistol at them, firing into them before they could even see him. Killing them instantly.

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His initial struggle to pull the trigger gone, his eyes a cold, lifeless shell of themselves.

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But Izuku looked around, seeing there weren't as many people back here as thought up. And he contemplated for a moment. Remembering the details mapped out. It was most likely that Katashi would still be on the third, and hardest to reach floor. So Izuku ran to the exit behind the warehouse.

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Running out, he looked around, seeing no one out here thankfully. And he put his gun in his holster on his hip, running into a nearby alleyway. The gunfire continuing inside, and Izuku climbed up a fire escape to the roof of a small building behind the warehouse. It was quite close, and low to the ground, meaning he'd be able to be a bit risky.

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Running forward, he leaped off the edge of the building, reaching up and grabbing onto one of the nearby windows on the second floor, pulling himself up. He looked at the window for a moment before just breaking it open with his elbow. Which was slightly cut in the process. Climbing inside without a second thought.

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Izuku slowly walked forward, the only light inside the second floor was the moonlight through the window. Pulling the gun from his holster, he ran his thumb across the side of it, confirming he didn't turn the safety on when he put it back. The last thing he needed right now was a habit to fuck him over.

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Hearing some footsteps not too far away, he hid behind a wall, listening intently for any noise. And he heard the footsteps get closer, they were slow, deliberate. They knew he was up here.

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Izuku leaned out from the corner of the wall, firing a few times down the hallway, catching through the muzzle flash of the pistol that he'd shot someone. The sound of them thudding into the ground confirming it. Slowly moving out from the corner and walking forward, he kept his gun up, pointed down the hallway.

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Exhaling calmly, walking over the man's body. The plans said there would be 11 men on the second floor, 21 on the first, and 9 on the third. If he were to guess, he'd say it was most likely that there would be 7-15 different people on his floor. At worst now 14. Making his way down to the end of the hallway, he turned the corner, only for his pistol to be kicked out of his hands. And being slammed into the wall.

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Looking to the left, Izuku couldn't see much, only a faint outline of a person. And he avoided a punch thrown to his head, the man's fist slamming into the wall left of Izuku. Which he took advantage of, using the brief moment of pain in the man's hand to grab onto his left arm.

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Spinning on his feet to the right, putting his weight into his hips and waist, pulling him from the floor, throwing the man back into the wall left of him.

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Making him fall to the floor, hearing fast stepping behind him. Izuku spun on his back foot, lifting it off the ground, swapping his weight to his left right, slamming his heel into the man's jaw. Causing a crack to ring out, placing his foot back on the floor.

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Izuku ran back down the alleyway, seeing the outline of 2 men running towards him.

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Stopping, he glanced behind him, seeing another man running towards him from behind. Spinning around, he ran towards the single man, who raised his arms to block a straight. Which was a feint, causing him to be sent into the floor by a kick to his stomach, Izuku being tackled into the floor from behind.

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One of the men pinning him, getting on top of him. A fist slamming into Izuku's face, causing blood to fly out from his lip.

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Reaching up, he wrapped his arm around the back of the man's neck. Gritting his teeth as the other man sent a kick down at him, turning his body and pulling his arm away. The man's foot slammed into the back of the other man's neck. A crack coming from it, the man's limp head slamming into Izuku's face.

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Pushing the now paralyzed man off of himself, he caught a second stomp down at him, kicking himself up from a static position, and wrapping his legs around the man's thigh. And wrapping his arms around the man's ankle, pulling down him to the floor, and snapping his leg without hesitation. Hearing the man let out a wild scream.

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Letting go, he pushed himself off the ground, and turned around. Only being met with a punch to his stomach, it felt like a hammer hitting into him. Upon glancing down, he realized it was hammer.

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That thankfully missed any bones, gritting his teeth harder, the pain wasn’t any better after the realization, he pulled his head back. Grabbing the man's shoulders, slamming his head into the man's. Causing him to drop the hammer. Izuku guessed that the man was going for his head, but he leaned in a little when turning around, which likely blocked it's path.

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Reaching down, izuku picked up the hammer, seeing the man he slammed into the wall previously running at him.

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Izuku stumbled over one of the men on the floor when he tried to dodge a straight thrown by the man, swapping the hammer from his right over to his left hand, he slammed it into the man's side. Pulling it back, he kicked the man’s leg out from under him, making him fall forward. Following it up, he slammed the hammer into the back of the man’s head. Each one letting out a loud crunch.

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Raising the hammer, he slammed it into the man he'd headbutt's skull, causing a large burst of blood to spray on him, causing Izuku to briefly shut his eyes. Stomping the man who was still screaming, knocking him unconscious.

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Izuku leaned against the wall, sighing as he had a short moment to breathe. He didn't want to kill anyone else, but it seemed unlikely that it would be impossible. Looking down at the men, he contemplated for a moment, his eyes wandering the outlines of them.

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Leaning down, he rummaged through their pockets, eventually finding a knife that was quite a bit bigger than his hand. A simple Bayonet knife. He didn't have a rifle to put it on, but he had 2 hands.

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Tossing the hammer on the floor, he walked down the hallway. Leaning out the corner of the wall, seeing the outline of a man rounding the corner. Ducking back behind the same wall, Izuku held his breath. Waiting. Listening for his footsteps to get closer.

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Suddenly rounding the corner, and thrusting his hand forward, stabbing the man in the stomach. Pulling his left hand back, he flipped his grip into a reverse hold, grabbing the man by the collar and pulling him down. Slamming the knife down into his back, holding him against his body to avoid any extra noise made by his fall.

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Slowly setting him down on the floor, and making his way forward. He was getting closer to the stairs of the third floor.

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Leaning out from the corner of another wall, he saw a group of 3 looking for him, he slowly made his way across to the parallel wall. Remembering the layout of the building, turning to the left, and quietly opening the door to a specific room.

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Making his way in, he looked around, seeing no one inside. He reached over at the wall, flipping the light on briefly before shutting them off again, looking around the room, seeing a desk and a chair.

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Walking over to it, picking up the chair and leaning it forward, putting it under the door handle, locking it extra shut, sighing before walking back. Making his way up the stairs, glancing around, he saw the larger hallway, a less rooms. More-so just big separate rooms, spread out neatly.

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Walking forward, Izuku kept the bayonet ready, but nothing came. As he walked down the hallway, he didn't hear a noise, not a breath, not a step, nothing.

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Izuku looked over, his eyes widening, seeing the wall to his right break open. A tall, muscular, hulking mass of a man running at him. Izuku tried to raise his arm, but his shirt was grabbed, and before he knew it. He was slammed back through the wall to his left, letting go of the bayonet as the man threw him across the floor.

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Izuku bouncing up off the floor, going into a roll across it, slamming his back into a wall roughly. Being turned onto his stomach, coughing as he pushed himself up a little with his arms. "You sure did a number on a few of my men. I hope you can do something without a weapon..." The man spoke while grinning, cracking his knuckles, his teal colored hair slicked back, the sides of his head shaved clean. His muscles shining almost. "Tsuyoshi-Katashi."

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'Shit'

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Chapter Text

Izuku coughed onto the dusty floor, his back and side aching after being thrown through a literal fucking wall. Blood dripping down from his lip onto the floor. Slowly pushing himself up with his arms, he was sent back into the wall again, slamming against it. Katashi having kicked his stomach.

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Reaching down, and grabbing onto the back of Izuku's shirt, Katashi lifted him off the floor, spinning to the right, throwing him across the room into a large pillar in the same direction. Izuku's back slamming into it, causing a crack to ring out. The teen laying on the floor coughing.

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The place they were in was a large area, the middle section was nothing but open space, Except for a few shelving units that were smaller against the wall. The left and right of the large room had pillars, halfway up them were second layers of flooring. A few ladders nearby to climb up, although, they only held thing like old junk and tools. Having long since been abandoned, the bottom of the right side was nothing but more boxes filled with old junk, and pipes that lined the walls. The other side being less cluttered with old boxes, but still had a few, filled with equally useless things.

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Izuku tried to get up, Katashi slammed his foot into his side, causing Izuku to spit onto the floor, Being kicked into the pillar. Katashi reaching down, grabbing the back of his shirt, lifting Izuku up, and palming the back of his head. Slamming it into the corner of the pillar, causing shards of the edge to fly off, the edge the pillar having a chunk taken out of it.

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Katashi taking his hands off of Izuku, let the teen fall forward, blood streaming down his forehead as he fell to the floor. His head was pounding, like someone was shaking his head. He could hear the man's steps behind him, it sounded like they were booming in every direction.

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After a few moments, Izuku blinked, his mind clearing, closing his fist. He threw his left hand up at Katashi, throwing a large amount of dust into his eyes, causing him to step back, covering his face.

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"Ah! You little fuck!"

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Katashi yelled, after clearing his vision, and opening his eyes, he saw the teenager was gone. He shut his eyes again right after, the pain still there, the sclera of his eyes turning from a white to a red-ish veiny color.

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"Can't run forever you know..."

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Katashi spoke while slowly walking forward, keeping his steps silent, listening for any noise. Trying to control his breathing, barely able to keep his eyes open for even a moment.

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Izuku was holding his breath, blood running down the of his face, shutting his left eye to keep blood from getting into it. Sitting behind a couple of boxes, trying to stay silent, as he was on the left side of the room now. Farther from Katashi.

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Looking around, Izuku tried to think of something, looking down, he stared at a rock on the floor, likely there from previous construction. Slowly getting up, making sure to be silent, he picked up the rock.

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Katashi opened his eye briefly to see the teen standing there, a grin spreading across his face. "Found y-" He was cut off by a rock slamming into his face, shattering upon impact.

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"AGGGH. MOTHERFUCKER!"

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Katashi's outburst of anger slowly turned into a sinister laugh, blood trickling down his face now, the blood running through the gaps that his fingers couldn't cover. "Cheap shit like this just delays the inevitable~" He spoke almost playfully.

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The sound of a crashing noise happening in front of him. Finally, blinking a few times. He opened his eyes to see the teen holding a pipe. Walking towards him.

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"Oooooooh...getting creative aren't we?" Katashi spoke as blood ran down his face, a wide grin spread across from cheek to cheek. Izuku taking an opportunity to run forward.

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Katashi taking a large step forward, pulling his arm back, Izuku wrenching the pipe far back. And his fist collided with the metal pipe, causing a loud, intense cracking noise to ring out. The pipe being mushed in on itself from the impact.

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Izuku felt a large, deep pain running through his stomach as he was sent flying violently across the room. Slamming into a few boxes, junk and trash flying everywhere. It felt like he just got shot.

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"How'd you like the second one!?" Katashi yelled out, clutching his now shattered hand. Grinning.

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Izuku pushed himself up, everything hurt, his back, his fucking shoulder again, his stomach felt like a hole had been punched through it. He clutched his stomach, slowly pushing himself up, stumbling as he did so.

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Coughing out a large amount of blood onto the trash in front of him.

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After a moment, Izuku saw Katashi running at him. Running to the left, Izuku circled the pillar, running towards the wall, jumping up and kicking himself off of it, grabbing onto the second floor of the room they were in. Climbing up.

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"Awwe we running now!?" Katashi yelled out, watching the teen disappear from his view above. Stepping back, he stayed still, listening for any noise.

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Izuku looked around, just seeing more boxes, pipes, rocks, and dust scattered across the floor.

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(A deep rumbling started coming from the floor)

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Looking down, Izuku saw the man punching the pillar, chunks of it flying out with each heavy, raw hit. The skin on Katashi's knuckles tearing, causing blood to drip down his fists as he continued hitting the pillar.

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Looking over, Izuku jumped off the 2nd floor, slamming into his shoulder, and rolling across the floor. Coughing up more blood as he stood up.

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"Ahhh...I knew that would get you down." Katashi spoke while walking towards Izuku.

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Izuku running forward, before he got close, he threw his arm forward. Katashi raising his arms to block his eyes.

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'More damn dust.' Katashi thought to himself.

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Izuku sliding his left foot forward, made his left hand into a spear like shape again. Closing his fist, and focusing on his index, and middle knuckle. He threw a Seiken into the Katashi's stomach. twisting his hips to the left, he threw a second one, followed by a third, then a forth, then a fifth, and finally a sixth. Each hit dealing exponentially more damage than the last.

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Katashi grit his teeth, feeling the repeated pain course through his stomach. After the sixth punch, he reached forward, grabbing Izuku by the shoulder, and his arm, spinning around.

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Throwing him as hard as he possibly could, Izuku's back slamming into the smaller section of the pillar, causing it to finally break under the strain. The pillar collapsing in on itself. Trapping Izuku between the 2 halves.

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The second floor began to fall apart, the pipes from the wall dislodging, scattering across the ground. The boxes being covered and filled with new dust. The boxes on the second floor sliding down, flying off of the collapsing floor, tools, trash, pieces of metal flying across as it all fell directly on top of Izuku.

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Katashi panted, grabbing his right side, blood tricking down his lip. 'The hell was up with that kid...must've had a endurance or a strength quirk.' Katashi thought to himself.

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Turning around and slowly walking away, his ribs were cracked, on the verge of breaking from the sheer force of the repeated impacts.

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(The sound of metal scraping against the floor rang out, stone rubbing against stone)

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The man's eyes widened, turning his head back to see the rubble being slowly shifted. 'Come on...don't get up kid...don't make me do this.' He thought to himself.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, standing in a shallow layer of water that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions. Looking around, Izuku saw nothing, just the blinding light of the sun.

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Raising his arm to cover his eyes, but it didn't work. looking down, he saw his sleeve, and skin was a green-ish translucent color.

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(The quiet puddling of water being stepped on coming from behind Izuku)

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Spinning around. Izuku stared at the thing in front of him, it's back facing him, the short stature, and the short but familiar hair. The all might shirt once yellow now a green-ish translucent. The hair, the skin, the clothes, they were both translucent.

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Slowly stepping forward, Izuku reached out to touch the figure, only for it's head to turn back to him. A small, young child stared back at him, a mixture of dark green and black smoke coming from his mouth as he exhaled.

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As izuku was about to touch him, he blinked and he was gone. The thin layer of water that he was stepping in was gone as well, being replaced the cold, white, hard flooring of a place he'd wanted to just forget.

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Looking down, Izuku saw that same black and dark green mixture of smoke coming from his hands. Not just his hands, his nose, his mouth with each breath, the gaps in between his eye lids and his sclera. It was count out from every possible way, every pore, every atom.

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Slowly turning around, he stared at 4 bodies lying limply on the floor, ones he recognized. 2 heteromorphs, and 2 with non-transformative normal quirks. The young child standing in front of them. looking down on them.

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Turning his head back, they locked eyes, Izuku staring into the child's eyes.

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Izuku blinked, a darkness enveloped him. His body felt cold, his ears were ringing, his heart rate rapidly increasing. The sound of his own heart beat getting louder in his ears. 140-167-213-277BMP.

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He heard the sound of metal scraping against metal, his vision was blurry, only seeing light bits of what's directly in front of him. Nothing more.

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Katashi gritted his teeth, seeing the teen slowly emerge from the rubble. A metal pipe gripped in his twitching hand, his head low, his arms swaying limply at his sides.

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(11 Years Ago)

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Inko slowly pulled the small all might figurine from the floor using her quirk. Izuku having dropped it once again after she put it back into his hands. "Uhm. May I show you something miss?" The doctor spoke up, standing up from his chair.

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"Yeah..." She responded calmly, the doctor making a gesture to follow him.

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"As with procedures for quirk identification, we did and MRI and a brain scan, alongside the other physical tests he'd done. But we found something during the brain scan." The doctor spoke while walking out of the room, and going into the room next to it. A window allowing them to stare at Izuku sitting there silently. Like a statue.

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Picking up the papers, the doctor handed them to Inko. "Although your son may not have a quirk, I think there's something different with his brain." He spoke calmly, stepping back and taking a seat. "How so...?" Inko asked while looking down at the pictures of her son's brain scan.

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Well, you know how people often say we only use around 10% of our brain. The real number is around 40-50%. However. When running a test, your son more than doubled the average reaction time on all fronts. He solved puzzles 4 times as fast as other kids his age, and his IQ seems to be much higher than average. But...After we did the brain scan, we found something a bit strange."

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He spoke calmly, turning to a desk which had pictures of highlighted parts of the brain, some smaller, some larger.

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"From the tests done, is seems your son is using around 20% of his brain, but during stressful actions like timing, being under a constraint. Panic. His brain activity skyrockets to over double the speed of most adults." He spoke while pointing at a specific picture of his brain scan, his Anterior insular cortex. And Prefrontal cortex, among the many that focused on separate parts.

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Inko, leaning in with a confused look on her face stared down at the papers. "So from what we can tell, your son experiences a faster thinking comprehension than normal, he can run through a puzzle so fast by eliminating his options and choices in an instant. His reaction time was 133-Milliseconds. Adding on, his brain will likely become faster in the future. And although this is great. It might cause him a few problems in the future..."

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"W-What do you mean?" Inko asked while glancing between the doctor and the paper repeatedly.

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"Well, with your son's faster brain activity, it seemed to have dulled certain parts of his brain. His Anterior insular cortex had shown no signs of growth, and same goes with his prefrontal cortex, alongside other parts associated. He might also be prone to nightmares, insomnia, paranoia. And although it's just speculation, we don't really have anything to go off of...So it...could mean nothing, or it could mean a lot."

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Izuku slowly lifted his foot off the ground, taking a small step forward. His entire body now dripping blood with new gashes, and cuts across his entire body. His balance swaying slightly to the side as he stepped forward, the loud scraping noise of the pipe against the stone filling the room.

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'Damn it...Don't make this harder than it has to be kid...' Katashi thought to himself, taking a step forward. But he stopped, feeling almost a pressure filling the room, like something started weighing him down.

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Izuku lifting his foot up, stepped off a ledge of rubble, his foot slamming onto the floor. Katashi could almost see it, as if a mixture of dark green and black smoke came from under his foot.

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Izuku slowly began to stalk towards the man, each step heavy, slow, and unsteady. Stepping back a little, Katashi felt his breathing quicken slightly, his eyes subconsciously widening a little. Watching the teen get closer, the pressure in the room getting magnitudes heavier. As if he was being boxed in.

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The green and black smoke filling the room with each step, clouding everything except for Izuku. It was like he could see the essence of the teenager's soul, the pressure, the density. He couldn't bring himself to move, trying to lift his foot felt impossible, his body feeling heavy. Denying his request.

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Izuku suddenly ran forward, and he saw it. 2 large eyes behind the teen, staring down at them, dripping a green, viscous liquid through it's purely neon pupil's and sclerae. As if it was crying.

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Izuku took a step forward, pulling his right arm far back, and slamming the pipe into Katashi's side. A gust of wind swirling around them from the speed and force of the impact. A loud, almost unbearable crunching sound coming from the man's ribcage.

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Katashi's breath was taken away, his eyes wide, his teeth gritting, finally moving. He wrenched his left arm back, Throwing a punch at Izuku with his broken hand. Which was briefly blocked by Izuku's arms, only for the hit to follow through, and hit into Izuku's chest.

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Izuku's back slamming into the floor, the stone shattering, cracking, and breaking off from the impact as Izuku was sent flying through the air. Bouncing nearly 20 feet off the floor, Slamming his back into a smaller shelving unit. The metal he hit into crumbling under the force, Izuku falling down to the floor. Boxes and the shelving unit falling on top of him.

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Katashi took a knee, putting a hand over his mouth, his other clutching the left side of his now destroyed ribcage. Throwing up blood into his hand, his body shaking. 'Why couldn't he move, he tried but his body wouldn't let him. Was he...Scared?'

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The sounds of boxes shuffling ahead of Katashi came to light, followed by quiet sobbing. Slowly emerging from the blood covered boxes, and shelving unit. Izuku slowly grabbed onto the metal bar with his left hand, pushing himself up. A smile spread across his face.

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"Heh..." A quiet laugh came from Izuku. His grin growing wider. "H-Ha...Haha..." Izuku started to laugh, being drenched from head to toe in his own blood, slowly leaning back.

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"HaHa...Ahhahaha...HAhaa...HAHA...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

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Izuku's small laughter quickly burst into a manic outburst, throwing his head back. Blood flying across the floor, his eyes wide enough to nearly burst out of their sockets. The blood from his head seeping into his left eye, his hands clenched but still open, as if holding onto nothing. His back arched, leaning back, his eyes almost animalistic.

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Izuku took his hand off of the metal bar, having gotten to his feet. Climbing out of the shelving unit, the bar having a slight imprint of his grip dented into it. He slowly stalked forward again, each step even more unsteady as he swayed from side to side. That smile never leaving his face.

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Katashi struggled to try and get to his feet, but alas, it was useless. He couldn't move without causing himself a deep pain.

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Izuku stumbled forward, his shuffle turning into a rapid sprint. His arms swaying at his side. Running in, he watched Katashi wrench his right arm back, a hook coming towards his face. Izuku let the punch come through, grazing his jaw as he spun with the punch, grabbing onto Katashi's wrist with his right hand. And closing his left. A unsettling crackling noise coming from his hand.

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Izuku's grin grew unnervingly wide, the man staring into Izuku's eyes, seeing that the teen's body was trembling.

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Izuku gripped Katashi's wrist as tight as he could, twisting his body to right, he threw a hook into the Katashi's elbow, pulling his wrist back while doing so.

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Katashi's elbow bent backwards from the punch, but it was too much, the force rippled through his muscles, and shattered the bones apart inside. The violent yank back Izuku did to his wrist caused the bone to cut through the muscle, tearing open Katashi's arm. Blood spraying out onto both of them.

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Izuku let go of his wrist, using the momentum of his punch to spin. Transferring his weight from his left foot to his right foot, to his left, to his right, Stumbling as he did so, but he put his right hand under the man's chin. His left hand grabbing the back of the man's neck.

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"GO TO HELL!" Izuku screamed at the top of his lungs as he slammed the man back into the ground, his voice cracking and breaking. The man's head slamming into the floor, causing the stone to crack, and shatter slightly under the impact.

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Izuku stumbled forward, letting go of the Katashi's head. Falling forward onto his knees, Izuku put his forearm's against the floor to stop himself from falling fully. His breathing unsteady, and ragged. Suddenly putting his hand to his mouth, he threw up a large amount of blood.

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His entire body shaking, trying to even stay like this was using every last bit of himself. His eyes slowly started to close, the ringing in his ears coming back. Unable to keep himself up anymore, he slumped over on his side, laying limply on the ground.

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'A strength quirk...the more damage he takes...the more damage he does...'

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Izuku thought to himself, his vision slowly blacking out, hearing the booming sounds of multiple pairs of footsteps approaching him. Unable to turn his head, he slowly shut his eyes.

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Katashi was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his vision slowly beginning to fade.

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'How did he keep getting up...Why couldn't I move...Everything's...So...Cold...;

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Katashi thought to himself, slowly shutting his eyes.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, staring up at darkness. Slowly sitting up, he felt the soft grass and flowers curling between his fingers.

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Looking forward, he stared at the back of someone small.

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"Look at that...You really fucked up this time huh?"

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The small child turned his head back to Izuku, staring back at him, Izuku looking into the eyes of Deku.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the darkness. Slowly sitting up, he felt the soft grass and flowers curling between his fingers as he grabbed the ground beneath him.

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Looking forward, he stared at the back of someone small.

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"Look at that...You really fucked up this time huh?"

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The small child turned his head back to Izuku, staring back at him, Izuku looking into the eyes of Deku.

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Izuku wanted to say something, his brows furrowing, his eyes filled with distain. But he tried to speak, his mouth moving just fine. But nothing came out. His hands clutching the grass and flowers that he was laying on.

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Pushing himself up, he tried to pull the grass and flowers from the dirt, but they resisted. His hands being stopped, as if he was trying to pull a nail out of the wall. Gritting his teeth, he let go of them.

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"Ugh...You're still the same aren't you?" Deku spoke casually, turning fully to Izuku, walking forward. Each step causing the flowers, and grass beneath his feet to instantly wither and die.

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"Do you seriously still hate me? Gonna keep trying to bury me?" Deku spoke while slowly stepping up an invisible staircase. Staring down at Izuku.

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"You know I'm always here, in the back of your fucked up mind~" Deku spoke playfully while spinning on his back foot, falling backwards off the invisible staircase. Flipping backwards in the air. Landing on his feet in front of Izuku.

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Izuku took a step back, keeping a distance between himself and Deku. His fists clenching, turning around and walking away from him.

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"Aweee...Running again?" Deku spoke while following behind him, leaving a trail of dead flowers and grass in the shapes of his shoes. "Come onnnnn. You don't even wanna look at me?"

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Izuku continued walking, putting his hands in his pockets, still silent. Ignoring the damn brat that was following him.

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"Your always so boring. Why cant you just accept me? That I'm always watching. Always behind your back. Always-" Deku was cut off by a fist flying towards his face.

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Izuku threw a fist at Deku, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth. "Did you really think that would work. Even a little bit?" Deku spoke from behind Izuku.

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Izuku stumbled forward, feeling a shoe blocking his foot as he tried to regain his balance. Causing his to fall over on his side. The flowers and the grass around him slightly withering, but not fully.

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"Dumbass." Deku spoke, walking forward, stepping on Izuku's leg, and standing over his back. Looking down at Izuku, crossing his arms. "Do you need me to kick your ass?"

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Izuku laid on the floor for a little bit, staring at the endless dirt, grass, and flowers in all directions. After a while, he slowly pushed himself up. Deku hopping off of him.

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"You miss her...don't you?" Deku spoke, crouching down in front of Izuku. A grin growing on his face, resting his arms on his knees. "You wanna see her again~"

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Izuku stopped pushing himself up, staring down at the grass. Watching it very slowly continue to wither, the green vibrant color of the grass slowly becoming a little duller with each second.

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"Bingooo~" Deku spoke, smiling, a laugh escaping his lips. "Your-SO. Pa-theti-ic" Deku spoke loudly, stepping back, stumbling on his feet as he tried to speak through the laughter.

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Falling backwards, his feet lifting off the ground, his back stopping mid-air before he landed on the floor. The flowers and grass dying beneath him as he started floating above the grass.

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After a few minutes of his laughing fit, he wiped a tear from the edge of his eye. "O-oh...God that's funny..." Deku spoke while smiling, landing on his feet. Stepping forward up to Izuku again.

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Leaning down, staring down at Izuku, who was now looking up at him. The flowers and grass beneath them both slowly, and painfully getting darker, curling in on themselves.

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Putting his finger on Izuku's forehead, Deku leaned in. "YOU SERIOUSLY MISS THAT RAINBOW HAIRED WHORE?" Deku yelled out before bursting into another laughing fit.

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Holding his stomach, he leaned down, the tears that ran down his face dripped onto the grass. Corroding it.

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Smiling, Deku leaned down, putting his index finger in between Izuku's eyes. "You miss the way she looked at you don't you? You want her to look at you the way nobody else will Because you need some validation? Is that right?"

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Deku stepped back, stepping back up another invisible staircase. Crossing his arms. "Man...Your Such. A Fucking. Loser."

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The flowers and grass beneath Izuku fully dying, being a dark, curled mess. His gaze staring down at the floor, an empty, cold stare.

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"Not to mention, you needed me like always. Cause without me, you're just a weak, useless, good for nothing, pathetic, whiny, waste of oxygen."

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The flowers around Izuku began to slowly die as well, leaning down, and curling in on himself. A quiet sob escaping from him, covering his head with his arms. Keeping his knees tightly presses against his chest.

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The area around Izuku that was dying started to spread, the lively grassy fields that stretched on forever began to die. Every blade of grass, every flower, it all fell against the dirt. Dead.

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The remnants of a beautiful field, once sparkling with color, now just a barren, black and brown mess of destruction.

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Izuku slowly opened his eyes, keeping them open despite the bright light above him straining them.

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After a few moments, his eyes adjusted, looking around. He saw that he was laying down in a hospital bed. Slowly sitting up, he saw 3 letters on a nearby desk.

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Putting his wrist to his right eye, shutting it and rubbing it. His vision suddenly becoming blurry. Blinking his left eyes a few times proved unsuccessful in fixing it, his vision on correcting once he opened his right eyes again.

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But Izuku could at least see properly out of his right eye, while noticing the left side of his vision was a little blurry.

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The quiet click of the doorknob to the left of him ringing out.

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"Oh! Your awake. I'll go grab the doctor." The young woman spoke, walking out of the room. Izuku staring forward at the white wall in front of him. His eyes holding no discernable emotion.

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"Ah, Izuku correct?" The man walked into the room, holding a clipboard.

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Turning his head, Izuku stared at the man. Who looked like a green dinosaur, although almost cartoonish. "Yeah."

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"Alright..." The man glanced back at the door, making sure it was closed all the way. "Listen, I'm not gonna lie to you. It's honestly a miracle that your even breathing. Let alone being awake." The man spoke with a serious tone. Which yielded no reaction from Izuku.

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Glancing down at his clipboard, the man continued. "I'll run you through your injuries. As I'm sure your wondering." The man stared at the long list on the clip board briefly, before coughing to clear his throat.

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"The bottom half of your ribcage was broken entirely, the top half was mostly cracked. The bones in your left hand were dislocated. Your forearms were shattered, your liver, and your lungs suffered the most blunt force trauma, and the lining of your stomach was nearly torn apart. The left side of your jaw, and your chin had a large crack running through it. Your back, spine, and shoulder blades with nearly broken in half. You suffered a concussion, a large crack through your skull, possible brain injury, And you lost nearly 38% of your blood..."

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The man paused, looking up from the clipboard to stare at the teenager, who was staring back at him.

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"And...Your left eye is currently filled with an abnormal amount of blood, so your vision will likely be altered for the next few days."

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"How much will it cost." Izuku spoke up, putting his hands on the bed, sitting up slowly. Feeling a deep pain through his stomach.

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"I'll tell you in a moment, but I must mention...You have a good friend."

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This made Izuku raise and eyebrow, visible confusion on his face.

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"Naomasa Tsukauchi. He made a personal request for Recovery Girl to come see you. If she hadn't gotten here you'd likely be..."

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Izuku recognized that name. Wondering how Tsukauchi got someone so prestigious to treat a nobody like him.

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(Chiyo Shuzenji. Aka Recovery Girl. Quirk:Heal By Kissing a person's wound, she can heal the person's injuries. Turning what would be month long recovery times, into minor scrapes and bruises in a matter of seconds. However, her quirk could potentially cause the death of a person if their injuries are too great to heal. And they lack the strength to undergo the healing, her quirk using the stamina of a person to heal them. By controlling the usage of her quirk, she can apply a weaker effect over multiple uses, giving the person time to recuperate their stamina. Her quirk in addition to potential death, also cannot regrow lost limbs, or body parts.)

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"She took a plane here, and you were in pretty rough shape, so she personally did emergency surgery on you before using her quirk. And although you didn't die, she couldn't fix you up to top shape. Her quirk focused mostly on the areas that needed fixing the most, your stomach, your jaw, your ribcage, your liver, your spine, and your lungs. But. Even so, your lungs still suffered permanent damage. So from time to time, you might experience trouble breathing."

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"Do you have any clothes for me?" Izuku asked while slowly rubbing his head, feeling the scarred over spot on the left side of his head. Stopping the man from listing anything else.

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"Uh, yes. We have a pair of clothes ready, and as long as you can move normally, you'll be okay to leave if you'd like. But, I'd advise against it, and I personally would-"

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"Just tell me how much it'll be." Izuku cut him off, slowly turning his body to the side and slowly getting out of the hospital bed. His entire body was aching slightly, but it wasn't too bad all thing considered.

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The man hesitated for a moment, clearing his throat again before speaking. "122 Million Yen..."

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Izuku walked around the bed, walking past the man and picking up the bag of clothes nearby. Slowly making his way into the bathroom. Having taken the iv-bag out of his arm.

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Taking off the hospital gown, and the gauze that wrapped his body, Izuku stared into the mirror, looking at his body. Obvious scarring, and discolored skin around his stomach, and shoulders. His forearms being very discolored. A mixture of purple and black that ran across his forearms, and a mixture of yellow and red that ran across his stomach.

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Reaching up, Izuku lifted his hair, exposing the left half of his face, seeing a large scar running down from his temple, to his eyebrow. Not to mention his left eye was nearly the same as his blood, it was almost like he was wearing a contact to make his sclera red.

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Izuku also noted that his arms were entirely covered in bandages, which he immediately ripped off upon entering the bathroom. Initially blocking his view of himself.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, having put on a new layer of gauze, finding a box lying on the floor. His best guess was that someone just dropped it, forgetting to pick it back up. But Izuku was wearing a white oversized sweater, and gray sweatpants, which both felt awful to wear right now.

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"You'll have the money in a few hours..." Izuku spoke as he walked past the man.

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"Wait-" The man couldn't even finish speaking before The teenager left. Only to come back in after a moment. Walking over and picking up the notes left.

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"Listen. This isn't like your hand, your shoulder was already under strain when it took more. If you sustain an injury like this even 2 or 3 more times, you won't be able to use your arm again." The man spoke seriously, his brows furrowing at the teenager who didn't even seem to be listening.

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"Yeah...I'll be light..." Izuku spoke quietly, pocketing the notes that he'd picked up. Not even glancing at the man as he picked up a medical mask, putting it on and walking out of the room. Walking down the hallway, and passing by the room of Inko Midoriya.

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Izuku opened his apartment door, walking inside, smelling the old, still tidy apartment he left. Walking over to his bag that was left on the kitchen counter, opening it and grabbing his phone, which was dead.

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Sighing quietly, Izuku walked into his bedroom. His rabbit's ear's perking up, it's head snapping to him. It was sitting on the head of his chair, likely sleeping. But it jumped at him, Izuku catching him in his arms.

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"Hey Con..." Izuku mumbled his rabbit's name. The small bunny jittering with energy in his arms.

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Walking back, Izuku went into his kitchen, grabbing the rabbit food, returning to his room and filling the bowl up. His rabbit rapidly eating the food.

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Izuku walked over to his computer, sitting down, putting his phone on the charger. Setting it away on the desk.

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Opening his bank, he made the payment. Feeling a slight annoyance run through him, his brows furrowing.

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Looking over at his phone, it finally turned on after around 4 minutes. Opening it, he saw that 2 days had passed since he went unconscious. Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back in his chair.

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Izuku took a breath, only to cough a little, like he inhaled a sharp object, his stomach turning in pain.

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Izuku skated down the street, wearing a plain black t-shirt, and torn up black jeans. Finger-less gloves over his hands to mostly conceal the extra bandages over his hands, although the gauze that ran up his arms didn't do him any favors.

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Skidding to a stop, Izuku looked up at the familiar building of the police station. Holding his skateboard and walking inside, today was funnily enough the day he was supposed to get his badge. And legal access to carry a gun at all times. The process with quirkless law being mostly what stopped him from earning it immediately.

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Upon entering, the receptionist stared at him, looking him up and down briefly before smiling a little. "Good to see you up." The man spoke sincerely, pressing the button to open the door. A subtly faked smile growing on Izuku's face. Even if the man couldn't see it under his mask. "Thanks..."

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Izuku walked down the hallway, walking past a few people, who surprisingly didn't glare or stare at him. And when they did, they almost all gave him a nod. Except for one, walking past, Izuku briefly glanced up at the man who'd tripped him awhile ago. Both of them locking eyes for a moment, the man being the first to look away. Almost avoiding his gaze.

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Izuku continued walking down the hall, eventually reaching the office of Tsukauchi. Opening the door, Tsukauchi looked up, his eyes widening upon seeing Midoriya.

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"Oh! Hey kid. Your up fast." Tsukauchi stood up from the desk, slightly grinning as he walked around. Extending a hand, which Izuku took, shaking it lightly.

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"Uh, hey...quick question...how did you get recovery girl to come treat me when she's constantly flying around places?" Izuku asked calmly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Tsukauchi just smiled, stepping back. "I had to call in a big favor...But don't worry about it, your alright. Which is what matters." Tsukauchi spoke while walking over to his desk.

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"And...These." Tsukauchi turned back around, walking up to Izuku, holding out a police badge, and a pistol he'd held not too long ago. "Are Officially Yours."

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Looking down, Izuku grabbed the badge, clipping it onto his shirt, a slight smile grew on his face. This one being genuine. "That's kinda ironic huh..." Izuku mumbled to himself. Taking the pistol and putting it into his backpack.

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Izuku walked into a clothing store. Slowly, and mindlessly making his way through the isles. Tsukauchi having briefed him on the situation of the raid before he'd left.

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The man he'd fought with, Katashi. Had nearly been killed by him, being permanently put in a wheelchair, and having to amputate his hand. The other member's having been captured, those who weren't dead were brought in for questioning. And through the 2 days, someone eventually cracked. But they only knew that they were a lower "Class of criminals." As he put it.

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The bottom layer was where they were at. Being small time, but being paid well enough to keep them all afloat, but most the cash they made from small drug trades were sourced to the middle layer gangs. And apparently, there were around 6-7 more groups like them on the bottom, and 2-4 on the middle layer. And lastly. 1 on the top layer. But he knew nothing else beyond that.

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Izuku's eyes eventually stopped on a black trench-coat, that seemed to fit him perfectly upon the first glance. It dipped down to his knees in length, and had perfectly long enough sleeves to fit him. So without hesitation, he bought the trench-coat. Wearing it upon leaving, pulling the collar up, covering his neck, and most of his side profile. He also took some extra time to find an new pair of shoes. Finding tall combat boots. Putting his hand's in his pockets, He walked out of the store.

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After awhile, he made his way back to his apartment, walking inside and sitting down on the couch. Running his hands through his hair, lowering his head and sighing to himself. He had a fight tomorrow, and he needed to figure out how to mitigate any potential damage he could take.

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Izuku was in the living room, slowly doing the motion for each technique he'd learned, and once he'd done a full rotation of them all, he went back to the first jab he did. Speeding it up a little this time, doing the same with each move. Making sure he could still pull them off with full speed behind him.

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After an hour, the time ticked over to 6:57PM. And he heard his phone ringing in his bedroom. Walking into his bedroom, he picked up his phone. "The hospital...?" He mumbled to himself. Putting the phone to his ear.

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His eyes widening at the woman on the phone's words. "Izuku Midoriya yes?"

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"Yeah?"

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"Your mother's awake."

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Izuku nearly dropped the phone, catching it before ending the call. Blinking for a moment, he couldn't pin-point how he felt. Like a mix of everything was swirling inside him.

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Izuku walked out of his bedroom, putting his wallet into the left pocket of his trench-coat, and his pistol in the right. Opening his apartment door, leaving his skateboard on the floor.

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Closing and locking his door behind him, he walked down the few sets of stairs to the street. Ruffling his own hair as he started walking down the street. The sun above him, raining down a beam of light across every surface he walked on.

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Izuku made a detour from the hospital, taking a right instead of a left, and walking into the flower shop he hadn't visited in a month. "Hey kid, welcome back." The owner spoke casually.

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"Yeah, hey, you got any green flowers?" Izuku asked casually, which made the man glance around, making sure no one was looking. And pulled a flower pot from under the desk, which had bloomed a flower already.

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Putting his hand over it, the flower that had bloomed slowly turned from an orange to a deep green. As well as getting a little larger. A smile crossing Izuku's face as he watched.

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"Just for you." the owner spoke casually, sliding it forward, watching the teen leave the store.

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Izuku held the plant in one hand, walking down the street with his other hand in the pocket of his trench coat. The buttons were taken off, by Izuku's own doing. Letting his chest get a nice breath of air under his shirt.

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As Izuku rounded the corner, just one more corner away from the hospital, but he heard sirens. And as he walked they got closer, speeding up a little, he heard a mix of ambulance, police, and firetruck sirens.

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Rounding the corner again, Izuku set his plant down on a nearby car, pulling his pistol out and clipping his badge on his trench coat. But his initially tense stance slowly disappeared as he looked up.

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The hospital he was just in now engulfed in flames. His eyes wide, his breathing shallow, causing him to cough out a little blood onto the side of his hand.

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His right hand nearly letting go of the gun as he stepped forward. Getting a better look at the hospital, the blazing inferno that it now was.

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A scream coming from the right of him, but he didn't even so much as glance to the right. But he heard not to far behind him multiple cars pull up.

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The Pro heroes Backdraft and Manual arriving on the scene. And after about 5-10 minutes, the fire was fully put out with their help. The small few that were saved being taken care of by the ambulances.

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Manual was talking to a few cameras that were involuntarily shoved in his face. If he was honest with himself, he didn't really like the whole attention stuff. Sure it was nice having eyes on him, but they always prodded to know more about him.

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His eyes wandered behind the cameras as he answered another question with a friendly demeanor. But a certain cop caught his eye, the trench-coat they were wearing masking their face. Watching them go pick up a plant, and walk off. He didn't see him arrive in one of the cop cars.

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Their green hair slowly disappearing into the crowd, but he caught a glance at their eyes when they turned. He saw nothing, they didn't have a discernable emotion in them. They almost seemed empty.

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Izuku sat on the couch, his four fingers pointing together, and his thumb's pressed together to create a triangle. His head resting on his hands, staring down at the floor as he listened to the Tv.

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It was an accident. Apparently, someone in the hospital had just woken up, and went to use the bathroom. But a pain caused them to activate their quirk, which ended up affecting the inside of a wall. Causing a pipe to open up, creating a gas leak which would inevitably be set off.

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The flower rested on a small table in front of Izuku, he wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting like this. But it had gotten dark outside. And he couldn't help but think back on his memories.

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Izuku was sitting on the floor of his room, sitting back against the bed. This was the second day since he'd been diagnosed. A muffled voice coming through the wall.

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11 Years Ago.

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"Are you fucking with me?! No Son, Of Mine. Is Gonna Be FU-" Izuku put his hands over his ears, curling in on himself. He was yelling, he didn't like it.

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Izuku Midoriya. Age 7.

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Izuku slowly walked out of his bedroom, hearing the TV blasting pretty loud. His hands anxiously fiddling with each-other. "Mom...?" Izuku asked quietly.

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Walking to the kitchen, he noticed a bottle or 2 on the floor, and it smelled kind of bad. But he heard a quiet sobbing in the kitchen.

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Upon entering, he saw his mom leaning over the counter, 2 bottles of what he didn't know was alcohol on the counter next to her. Both empty. He hadn't known where his father was for the past 3 years, but his mother always avoided any questions about it.

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"Mom...?" Izuku asked quietly, stopping in his tracks, anxiously standing in the kitchen doorway. His mother briefly composing herself before turning her head to him. "I-Izuku...N-Not now...Please go to your room..."

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She spoke quietly, sniffling as she tried to calm down. "I...Can't sleep, the TV Is...Really loud..." Izuku spoke quietly while walking forward, getting closer to her.

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Inko's hands closed slightly, lowering her head, her voice coming out slightly strained. "I-I will t-turn it down. Ok. Just go to your room." She spoke less nicely this time, he voice almost demanding.

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This made Izuku flinch a little, but he walked forward. "D-Did I do something wrong?" Izuku asked quietly.

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Inko shut her eyes, burying her palms into her eyes as she leaned further over the counter. "No! Just-fucking go. to-your room." She spoke with an audible annoyance, her breathing quickening slightly.

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"Ok...C-Can you turn down-"

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"GOD DAMN IT JUST FUCK OFF-"

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Everything went black. And Izuku opened his eyes, his face hurting, laying on the floor. Slowly pushing himself up off the ground, his lip hurt really bad, and he saw a bit of blood pooled on the floor.

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Walking back, he went into the bathroom, and stood on the step stool to look at himself in the mirror. He had dried blood on his face, his lip having been cut open and bleeding.

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He washed his face off, whimpering slightly at the pain through his lip, walking back into his room.

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Sitting on the bed, he curled in on himself, hugging his knees close to his chest. Tears brimming his eyes as he buried his head in his knees.

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Izuku woke up the next morning, remembering being briefly woken up in the middle of the night to uncontrollable crying the next room over.

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Getting out of his bed, he looked over at his night stand, seeing a small note left on it, with a small green mask nearby.

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Picking it up, he opened it, reading the two words on it. "I'm Sorry"

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Izuku stared down at the words, his eyes going from a look of hurt, and sadness. To an empty, unsure stare.

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The Same Day.

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Izuku walked down the street, wearing his green mask, covering his busted open lip. School sucked like usual. And he was making his way back home when he heard a whimper coming from an alley way.

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Looking over, he walked into the alleyway, seeing a cat laying on it's side. Whimpering as it tried to move, but was blocked by a bunch of heavy trash on it's leg.

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And Izuku slowly walked forward, crouching down and reaching forward. Trying to pull the trash away. But he winced, pulling his hand back immediately. Falling back on his ass.

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Staring down at his hand, which was now bleeding from 2 thing slashes. The cat scratched him, when he tried to help it.

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An empty stare crossing his face again, but it was slowly replaced by a look of annoyance. Then frustration, and it boiled over into anger, and hatred.

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Pushing himself up, he walked forward. Staring down at the cat with a fury in his eyes. Slowly wrenching his leg back, and slamming it into the cat's side. Causing it to yelp out in pain, and slamming it's back against the wall.

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After a moment of watching the cat try to scramble away, but getting no where. He pulled his leg back again, slamming it into the cat's side again. Kicking it into the wall once more. Making it yelp again.

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Stepping forward, Izuku raised his shoe, and brought it down on the cat. Causing a cracking noise to follow, and the cat to whimper. As it began to move less.

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Raising his foot, he slammed it back down on the cat, raising it up, and slamming it down again. His eyes filled with nothing but hatred, distain, disgust, and anger. Repeatedly stomping on the cat until it's whines became silent, and the cracking of bones were gone.

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Staring down at the cat, his brows furrowed, still angry. But he knew he did something bad, and looking to his left into the open street, seeing people pass by without glancing at him. He walked deeper into the alleyway.

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Traversing the alleyway's for the first time to get to his house undetected. He didn't mean to kill it. But it attacked him first. So he was justified in retaliating, why wouldn't he hurt someone who didn't want his help.

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Present Day.

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He remembered that he'd not seen another bottle of alcohol of any sort in the house after that night.

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Izuku bounced his leg, taking deep, slow, shallow breaths. Shutting his eyes. His mind was so goddamn loud, but everything was so fucking silent. Until something on the TV caught his ear.

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"Another hero has fallen victim to the Vigilante, who calls himself the Hero Killer. Stain."

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Izuku slowly lifted his head, his hands still forming a triangle, staring blankly at the Tv. He didn't know how he felt right now, his mind wasn't in one place.

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He'd heard talks about the vigilante in passing, usually hearing that the guy was just a deranged psycho, but he felt like there was more to him upon hearing.

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Izuku was scrolling through the computer, his empty gaze looking by all the pages that flew across the screen. He'd been scrolling mindlessly as he couldn't sleep right now.

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After texting Itsumi, and Yume, he'd been offered to take the next day off of work. And got more leniency from his school to stay home. But he denied both. The quiet sounds of a piano being played in his room, coming from his computer speakers.

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He'd sunk himself in his training the rest of the night, so much so that he'd forgotten to eat or drink anything. Hours flying by as he mindlessly hit the punching bag.

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A light buzz coming from his phone on the desk.

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Picking it up, Izuku stared down at the text message from Yume. "Hey, glad to see your up on your feet again. But since this is your first professional fight, I can be more lenient with the time frame. Do you need me to reschedule it for awhile until your back in shape?"

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Contemplating for a moment, he responded with a simple text. "Put the location. I'll be there."

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Some hours later. Izuku walked out of his bedroom, rubbing his eye, wearing a self made eyepatch. Using a rubber band, some clear tape, and gauze. Picking up his keys from the counter, he opened his front door. Walking out of his apartment.

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Walking down the street, Izuku made his way to a familiar location. The place he'd been brought to by Itsumi. Walking near the strip club, he turned into an alleyway. The man standing by a dumpster stepping aside after seeing him.

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Walking down the stairs, Izuku was greeted by the familiar sound of chanting, cheering, and the sounds of fighting. Looking around, he saw a few faces he recognized from his first time being in here. The vendors hadn't changed much.

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"Hey, glad you could make it." Yume spoke casually while walking up to the side of Izuku, staring at him for a moment. "You sure you don't need me to delay it...You've looked better..." She spoke cautiously.

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Turning his head to her, he just smiled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah...I'll be fine, I just need something to clear my mind right now." Izuku spoke casually, his voice a little more cheerful than usual.

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Walking into the cage after a few minutes of waiting, he saw the tall, slim man he was going against.

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"All right, we have and exciting matchup today...We have...The King of Speed. The Man with hands as fast as lightning. THE THUNDERBOLTTTTTTT!!!!!" The tiny man spoke calmly before screaming into the mic he was holding. Getting loud cheers from the crown around him.

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"And The Boy Wonder Himself, The All Rounder, The Quirkless Savant. THE PRODIGY. DEKUUUUUUUU!!!!" The tiny man screamed, after a moment scurrying up the cage. "FIGHT!"

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'God these names are so generic..." Izuku thought to himself, staring at the man who was charging at him. The crowd a mixture of cheers for both of them.

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Stepping quickly to the right side, Izuku dodged a jumping overhead fist. Raising his arms, he threw a simple right cross punch that landed across the man's face. Making him stumble slightly.

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Walking forward, Izuku raised his leg right, feinting a low kick. Throwing a left straight into the man's face, pushing him back up against the cage.

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Being taken to the ground, the man tackled him to the floor. Izuku's breath leaving his lungs upon impact. Reaching up, and wrapping his arms around the back of the man's neck. Pulling him down and stopping him from throwing any punches to his face.

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After a moment of being in a stalemate, the man raised his arm, slamming his fist down into Izuku's side. Punching him once, twice, three times, four times. Each one hurting worse than the last.

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Gritting his teeth, Izuku suddenly slammed his elbow into the side man's head. Causing him to fall off to the side of him. Quickly getting on top of the man, Izuku raised his fist, punching the man once. Raising it again, he brought it down once more. Then again, and then again, and then again.

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Eventually, the man stopped trying to push Izuku off. Laying there limply as Izuku pummeled him for a few moments before stopping. Getting up, the crowd erupting into cheers. Alcohol flying onto his coat.

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Stepping out of the cage, he put in hands in his pockets. Getting congratulations from others as he was walking up to Yume. "Damn...glad to see you can still fuck em up." Yume spoke with a slight grin, her own hands in her pockets.

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Taking his hand out of his pocket, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah...I feel better than I thought I would-But uh...hey, I gotta go catch up on some school work. Send me the money in the mail." Izuku spoke with a slight smile under his mask as he walked past Yume.

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Waving her bye as he walked, before he left, something caught his eye. A vendor who was selling all kinds of masks. But he just walked up the stairs, making his way out of the place.

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Walking home, Izuku couldn't help this nagging feeling in himself. He wanted to punch something. That guy wasn't all that fast, and he didn't last very long.

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Izuku heard his own stomach grumble, his lack of any nutrition finally catching up to him.

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Finally walking up to his apartment building, he couldn't figure out why. But he stopped, staring up at it for a moment. Deliberating his choice.

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He walked backwards, wanting a bit more fresh air.

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Izuku slowly made his way into the Naruhata area. He'd only walked down here once or twice before. But both times were pretty peaceful all things considered.

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Izuku walked past an alley way, hearing a slight whimper come from it. Stopping, he walked backwards, seeing a girl no older than him being pressed against the wall by a guy. 2 others behind him, far too old to be even near someone her age.

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"I-I just wanna-" She whimpered, her wrist being grabbed tightly, her back hitting into the wall. "Nah-nah-nah...We'll take time with you." One of the guy's spoke, causing the other two to grin, laughing a bit.

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"Yeah...We'd hate to not savor a high school-" The man abruptly stopped talking, seeing someone walk into the alleyway. Turning his head, seeing a random person in a black trench-coat. And torn up pants.

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"Let her...Let her go..." The young, shy, quiet voice came from the person. Their head down low, the collar of the coat obscuring more of their face.

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Izuku knew what he was doing for once. He didn't move without thinking. This. Was. His. Decision.

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The girl winced as she was pushed to the floor. "The fuck are you?" The man spoke, walking towards the person slowly. "Hey! You deaf motherfucker!?" The man yelled out, making his way closer to the person. Who just stood there. Silent.

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Suddenly, the man threw a fist into the person's stomach. Causing them to lean forward, grabbing their coat, he threw the light person into the wall left of them. A heavy thud ringing out, light rain droplets coming down the alleyway.

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"Mind your fucking Business!" The man yelled while wrenching his leg back, slamming his foot into the person's side. The other 2 joining in, they all started stomping, And kicking . The girl watching in horror as they beat him with no remorse.

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Izuku was covering his head with his arms, taking each heavy kick, stomp, and blow to his body. Arms. And legs. Looking up, he caught a stomp down at him, grabbing the man's ankle, and pulling his left arm back. Pulling the man's ankle into a punch he threw at the man's knee.

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The combined force of his punch, and the pulling of his ankle dislocating his knee. A loud pop coming from it. Making the man fall back, Yelling as he felt the pain in his leg.

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One of the men trying to stomp again, Izuku suddenly pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around the man's waist. Lifting him up off the ground, and slamming him down onto a dumpster behind him.

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Pulling his fist back, Izuku got 2 good shots in. Before arms wrapped around him from behind, lifting him off the ground and throwing him to the floor. Causing him to roll across the cold, wet, hard floor.

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"You stupid fuck..." The man growled, reaching down, grabbing their shoulder. Swinging his arm forward, Izuku smashed a bottle over the man's head.

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The glass shards that broke off, cutting into his face, the alcohol filling his cuts with a deep, searing, burning sensation. Causing him to yell out in pain, letting go of the person. Stumbling back.

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Izuku pushed himself off the ground, throwing what's left of the bottle at the man's head. The girl shouting with each loud smashing sound.

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The bottle breaking open, causing the man to fall over, screaming something about his eye. Raising his fists, Izuku saw the other man he punched twice coming towards him. His own breathing ragged.

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He tried to step into a hook, but his leg was kicked out from under him. The man who's head was still bleeding kicked his leg. The other man slamming his fist down into the person's face. Knocking them to the floor. The girl yelping and trying to push herself away.

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Suddenly pushing himself up, avoiding a kick to the side of his head, Izuku stepped back. Making some small distance between him and the man on the floor. Panting heavily.

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The man throwing a right hook, raising his left arm, Izuku stopped it. Grabbing the man's left shoulder shoulder, and wrenching his right fist back. Sending a heavy uppercut into the man's stomach. The man coughing and keeling over from the impact.

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Wrapping his arms around the man's head, and pulling him down, Izuku slammed his knee into the man's stomach. His legs giving out as the man started to fall.

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Reaching around, Izuku leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the man's waist from behind. Both Izuku and the man yelled as he lifted the man off the ground, twisting to his right, and letting his body go.

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Izuku letting go of the man, caused his side to slam into the wall, a crack coming from his shoulder. The girl screaming and shutting her eyes.

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Izuku stumbled back, Panting. Looking around, seeing the first man still holding his leg, the other laying on the ground. Holding his shoulder. But the last one got to his knees. His face dripping with blood.

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izuku walked forward, lifting his shoe, and slamming it into the man's face. Making him fall back, his head slamming down against the floor.

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Leaning forward, Izuku coughed, a slight bit of blood coming out of his mouth onto the wet floor, mixing with the rain water. His hands on his knees as he caught his breath. All of them were done.

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Fixing his posture, Izuku coughed one more time. Walking up to the girl, and crouching down to her level. Rain dropping on both of them, the medical mask he wore obscuring his face.

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"Hey uh...You ok?" The stranger spoke quietly, his dark green hair and emerald eyes almost radiated comfort. Nodding her head slightly, she accepted the help the stranger gave her to stand up.

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"Call the police...They'll deal with these guys..." The stranger spoke before slowly walking away. Hesitating for a moment, she spoke up.

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"W-Wait! W-What's your name..." She called out before they left the alleyway, the coat they wore almost blocking any sight she had of him.

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His head slowly turning to look back at her, his eyes barely lifted above the edge of his collar. His eyes cold, and tired. He spoke one word before walking away.

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"Wrath."

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Opening his front door, Izuku walked inside. Rubbing the side of his head. He got roughed up a bit, but nothing he couldn't recover from.

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Walking into his kitchen, he opened his fridge, grabbing a large amount of chicken. Steak. Tuna. And Salmon. He felt like his stomach was gonna explode if he didn't eat anything.

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Cooking the food in silence, after a moment, he walked into his bedroom. Carrying the multiple plates of food.

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He couldn't really place his finger on why, but today. His body felt almost...Lighter. Like moving around required a little less effort. But he decided not to dwell on that for awhile.

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Sitting down in his chair, his rabbit was still sleeping on his bed. Having already eaten all the food in the bowl.

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Opening his computer, he scrolled through pages and pages of random article's. Eating while mindlessly scrolling, he also didn't feel very tired, strangely enough.

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His eyes reading another article about someone. The Hero Killer Stain. A Vigilante.

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Vigilante...Vigilante...Shit...did I?

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IZuku pondered on the word, realizing what he did just 20 minutes ago might have counted as vigilantism. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Staring up at the ceiling.

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He could feel him, that damn brat watching him. Every breath. Every blink. Every cough. Every movement. That fucking thing wouldn't leave him alone.

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A pair of eyes silently watched Izuku from behind. The child behind him sitting on the floor. Carefully analyzing him.

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Izuku sighed, and continued eating for awhile. Until he stood up, walking out of his room with his plates. Setting them in the sink, and running some water onto them.

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The water initially clear slowly became darker. The light shade of red beginning to trickle into it. The water turning a dark, crimson shade of red, becoming more viscous, covering the plates in a thick, slow, viscous layer of blood.

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Blink

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It was gone.

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Izuku turned the sink off, walking back and going down the hallway. Making his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as he walked in. He walked in front of the mirror, staring at himself.

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Slowly lifting the patch that covered his eye, giving way for him to see his left eye. That was still filled with blood, his deep red sclera giving him an almost demonic appearance.

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Pulling it back down, he turned his head a little, seeing a slight bruise beginning to form on the side of his face, near his eye. Izuku was slightly surprised upon realizing he hadn't actually had any bruises on his face until now.

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Sighing, he just stared at himself. His cold, tired, empty gaze looking back at him.

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Why did I call myself that...sounds so stupid.

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Izuku thought to himself, slowly walking out of his bathroom, and going back to his bedroom. Not even bothering to change into something else. He plopped onto his bed, next to his sleeping rabbit.

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After around 4 hours of laying in silence, staring up at the ceiling. Izuku couldn't fall asleep. No matter how long he laid there.

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Sitting up, and getting out of his bed. Not knowing what else to do, he walked out of his bedroom. And grabbed his keys, exiting his apartment.

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Maybe he could pass the time cleaning Takoba beach, maybe find some cool stuff while he's at it. Or he could walk through Naruhata again. It did have a convenience store that he liked, even if it was far away.

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Izuku decided on the latter, making his way back into the district. But instead of walking down the streets, Izuku decided to climb onto the rooftops. Traversing by them instead.

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Jumping across the gap between one roof top and another, Izuku noticed a noise coming from the alleyway below. Turning back around, He crouched over the edge. His arms resting on his knees.

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Seeing a man being robbed at gun point, the guy holding the gun looking not to subtly coked-out. A small amount of white dust on his red nose, his eyes wide.

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"Come-on...COME ON!" The man yelled, stepping a little closer, unable to stand still as he pointed the gun at the man. Who was getting his wallet out. he needed cash now.

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CLANK!

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The sound of metal being slammed into coming from above them, both of them looking up to see a stranger dropping down to the man with the gun. His eyes widening, lifting his arm to aim at the stranger.

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A foot slamming into his shoulder, knocking him to the ground, and making him let go of the gun. The stranger holding onto the ladder of a fire escape. Hanging from it to stop his descent.

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Scrambling backwards, the man growled. "S-STAY BACK DAMN IT!"

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His opening his mouth, his tongue extending out of his mouth. The tip of his tongue turning into a fist. The stranger rising his arms, and swiping them to the right, sending the man's tongue off course and running at him, simply raising his foot and slamming it under the man's tongue.

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His tongue being smashed between his teeth and the shoe. Severing it in half. Causing him to scream in pain. Holding a hand over his mouth as blood came out of it.

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Looking up, breathing heavily, he saw only distain, and hatred in the person's eyes. They looked like a demon, one eye was a deep red, the other normal.

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Reaching down, the stranger lifted the man off the ground, and threw him into the dumpster nearby. Creating a large dent in it. Reaching down, and palming the man's head off the ground, and slamming it back into the dumpster multiple times before letting go.

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The man going unconscious, under the repeated head trauma.

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The man who was being robbed just watching as the stranger climbed up a fire escape. Not saying a word to him, and leaving just like that.

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Izuku ran across the rooftops, feeling a burst of energy. Like everything inside him was reinvigorated. He couldn't lay a finger on it, but he had this Itch. And doing that finally scratched it. And it felt amazing.

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Izuku climbed down the side of a building, landing on the street. And he walked across the road, going inside a convenience store. A smile under his mask.

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The tired, old man who ran the shop smiling at him.

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"Hey kid...Izuku. RIght? You finally back for those peanuts?" He spoke casually, watching the teen he recognized by heart at this point walk through the store.

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Laughing a little, Izuku opened the display section of drinks. Specifically, alcoholic drinks. Grabbing a cold, shitty beer he drank not too long ago.

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"Yeah...I wasn't actually gonna but...now that you mention it, it had been quite a long ass time since I've had some good. Classic. Peanuts." Izuku spoke while walking towards the counter, holding the beer in one hand, and a small bag of peanuts in the other.

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The old man raised an eyebrow, staring at the alcohol Izuku placed down. "Getting into drinking are we? Let me tell you something." Leaning in a little. "Worst mistake of my life I'll tell you what..."

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Izuku smiled under his mask a little more, knowing he was about to go on a rant about his drinking. He was an American, moved to japan to get away from his family, but problems follow everyone. everywhere.

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"Listen kid, don't EEEEVVVEEERRR. Start binge drinking, cause at first you have half a bottle, then it's a full, and then another one. And then after that. It all goes downhill." The man spoke while scanning the items. Shaking his head.

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Opening his wallet, Izuku handed the old man cash. "I'll tell ya..45 years of marriage down the drain...Literally!" The man spoke, leaning in at the last word. Both Izuku and the man sharing a laugh. He'd always make light of his alcoholism. Which admittedly...Was a little funny.

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Picking up the bag, Izuku walked out of the store, waving the man bye. "I'll make sure not too over-do it. But no promises!" Izuku walked down the street, taking the bottle out of the bag.

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Pulling his mask down, and pulling the metal top off with his teeth. Spitting it onto the floor. Taking a large sip, He coughed a little. "God that still tastes like shit..." Izuku mumbled to himself.

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Opening his bag of peanuts as he walked, eating one, and savoring the taste. After a moment, he coughed up a bit of blood onto the floor, a deep pain in his stomach.

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Gritting his teeth, he threw the bottle onto the floor. "Damn it!" He stepped over the broken glass, putting his hands back in his coat.

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Guess I'll stick to my word...

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He thought to himself, walking down the street, going back to eating his peanuts. Quickly eating through the whole bag, not realizing how far he was walking.

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By now, his high of violence was wearing off. His euphoric feeling now dulled, his smile gone, his eyes empty once more.

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Izuku stopped in front of an alleyway, peering into it. Seeing no one, he walked into it. Rubbing the back of his neck.

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Naruhata was the most infamous area of japan, mostly for it's violence. Both in the day, and night. And a low amount of police in the district, made it a cesspool for violence, and crime that goes hidden.

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"Alright come on, just split the damn bill man..."

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"Fuck that! Pay me with the bills you have, or just fuck off."

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Izuku hid behind a corner, listening in on the conversation between two men. Hearing the sounds of a rustling bag.

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"Come on...just...ah-fuck it, FINE. Just give me the damn trigger!" The man spoke loudly. Causing the other man to smack him.

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"Keep your damn voice down." Reaching down into the bag, he pulled out a syringe.

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Step. Step. Step.

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"Hey there...I can't let you have that..."

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They both spun around, seeing a stranger suddenly popping around the corner. His dark green hair, and long coat mostly being hidden by the darkness.

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"Hey! GET YOUR OWN SHIT!" The man buying yelled, suddenly injecting the syringe into his neck.

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His eyes fully turning a white, his skin turning a slight pink-ish color. His muscles and veins bubbling, and pulsing under his skin.

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"Damn it, stay back i'll-" The man walked forward, only for a punch to the side of his sent him flying into a wall. He fell back down against the wall, lying limply on the floor. His head falling forward, blood dripping down the wall and his head.

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"DOUN"T FUKC WIGTH MEAU!!!!!" The man screamed out, spit flying out of his mouth as he suddenly ran forward.

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Throwing a right over hand, the stranger ducked out of the way. Pushing the man's arm in the direction he was moving, causing him to fall face first on the floor.

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"Strength quirk?...Enhanced by trigger..." Izuku glanced to the side as the man was getting up, seeing that the selling man's head was split open from the back. The stone wall having a deep crack through it.

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The Drugged up man running forward, throwing another overhand right. Ducking down again, Izuku spun on his feet to the right. Putting his right hand on the man's side, before throwing a Seiken from an unnatural position into his liver.

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The man's breath being taken away, stumbling forward as the stranger moved behind him. He spun around, and grabbed the dealer's body, throwing him at the stranger as he caught his breath.

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Ducking down, Izuku ran forward again. Reaching down and grabbing a half broken brick on the floor, jumping up off the ground, wrenching his arm back. Slamming the brick into the man's face. Shattering it on impact, and causing blood to come out of the man's head.

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He stumbled sideways, The stranger pushing him onto the floor. The left side of his head just pissing blood. His head hurting, everything feeling dizzy as he was now on his back.

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Izuku's eyes widened, leaning forward, coughing onto the floor. Putting a hand on the wall nearby and holding his stomach, holding himself up as he spat out more blood onto the floor. His breathing strained.

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"Damn it...I need to end this..."

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Izuku thought to himself, walking back, the man still writhing on the floor. Walking up to a few pipes lining the walls nearby. Kicking the connecting section of the pipes, causing them to bust apart.

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Water spraying out of them, and Izuku reached forward. Pulling it out from the other part keeping the pipe connected.

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"Oh man...I am REALLY...GONNA...ENJOY THIS." Izuku spoke while slowly walking up to the man, who was reaching up slowly. Blood having filled his mouth.

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"I-IAUM DUN! NO MORR!" The man pleaded desperately, trying to push himself back across the floor.

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"You contribute to the ruthless cycle of violence in this world...people like you have made this place a pile of shit that's teeming with fucking maggots...So incur. The wrath that you deserve."

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Izuku spoke while twirling the pipe between his fingers, slowly running a hand up through his hair to reveal his almost demonic look. The front of the man's pants getting darker as piss ran down his legs.

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Blubbering incoherently and shaking his head franticly. Trying to push himself away desperately to escape this monster.

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Raising the pipe up, Izuku slammed it down on his kneecap. Shattering it instantly. Causing the man to scream. Turning over on his stomach, trying to crawl away.

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Walking forward, Izuku stepped on the man's back. An analytical stare down at the man from Izuku's eyes. Pointing the pipe near the man's spine, his lined up the shot. Raising the pipe over his head, arching his back slightly, and slamming it down into the man's vertebrae.

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The man stopped moving, a loud crunch happening from the impact. he just took a deep breath as his spine was mostly shattered from the impact.

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Stepping off the man, Izuku walked back, disappearing into the shadows. Leaving the man alone, and cold on the still wet ground from the earlier rain.

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Izuku was running on top of rooftops again, sighing as he stopped. And sat down on the edge of a building, staring down at the empty streets.

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He didn't really know what to say, but he tried to say something prophetic, or spiritual. But whatever he freestyled in the moment sounded cool to him. But maybe he took it a little far.

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But. To be fair, the guy was a criminal. And he was gonna kill him if gave him a chance to, so he'd say it was justified.

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Izuku walked into his apartment, rubbing the back of his neck. The bags under his eyes getting worse by the hour, but he still wasn't tired.

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Walking into his bedroom, he started practicing his strikes again. Once more going into his constant, relentless cycle of punches, elbow strikes, kicks, palm strikes. And focusing on certain techniques.

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5:22PM

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Izuku was taking a shower, the ice cold water running down his body, his hair falling down with the added weight.

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Everything felt so calm.

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Stepping out, he put on his usual pair of clothes, and a black face mask. his left eye slightly dripping some blood. Immediately, he cleaned his eye up. Sighing and putting a new self-made eyepatch.

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He needed a week or two at best to get back in the groove of things. And that's being optimistic, he'd likely be at a handicap for awhile. And even after, he'd still have new handicaps.

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Walking out of the apartment, he decided to leave his skateboard for right now. Choosing to sprint through the alleyways instead, testing his current limits.

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Walking into the coffee shop, he got to opening it, he had barely any time. But he'd opened the shop at 6:00 like always, sweeping and mopping while Hawks entered.

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"Yo, what's up." Hawks spoke while walking in, his gaze falling on the not to hidden bandages wrapped around the teenager's arms. And a slight bit of them sticking out under his dress shirt.

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"Let me guess...Job went south?" Hawks spoke while walking up to the counter, Izuku nodding and making his coffee.

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"Yeah...long story short, I was maybe a bit reckless. And I got kinda fucked up for it." Izuku spoke while handing the coffee to hawks.

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"Yeah, I can guess there's more gauze under that shirt?" Hawks spoke while walking back.

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"Bingooo..." Izuku spoke quietly as Hawks left. Leaning over the counter, resting his head on the cold, smooth, sleek counter.

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He Needed that feeling again. Everything felt so...Empty Without it.

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Izuku walked into school, his hands in the pockets of his school uniform. His backpack swaying left and right on his back with each step as he walked, ignoring the obvious stares he got.

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Walking into class, being greeted by the teacher as the last to arrive. His tired, empty expression, and wrapped up body was a far cry from what he'd looked like just a few days ago.

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Sitting down, He opened a book, and grabbed a pen. Spinning it between his fingers. Class going smoothly all things considered. But weirdly enough, Bakugo and his fuck-heads didn't even look in his direction.

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Not that he gave much of a shit. Just staring out the window at the grass, watching it slowly die and wither away. Turning a brown-ish black as the grass curled in on itself.

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"Izuku. Hello? Izuku?" The teacher called to him a few times, snapping him out of his gaze. "Your eye..." The teacher spoke a little hesitantly.

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Looking down, Izuku was blood dripping onto the pages of his paper, down his cheek, and leaking from his eye patch. "Sorry...Can I use the bathroom for a moment?" He spoke up.

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Reaching down and getting his bag ready before hearing the answer. "Yes." Ignoring the stares he got, he walked out of the classroom. Making his way to the bathroom not too far away.

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Staring at himself in the mirror as he lifted his eyepatch. Blood trickling down the eye socket, grabbing a towel. He wiped the blood off his face, and reapplied new gauze.

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Stumbling to the left a little as he was nearly knocked over. "Freak." One of the upperclassmen spoke while walking past, having purposely bumped him with his shoulder.

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Staring at him walking away, Izuku couldn't help but think of how he'd look with his head torn off. The blood, veins, and spinal cord severed in his hands.

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Walking out of the bathroom, Izuku went through the school day as normal. Although getting more stares than usual.

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1 day ago.

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Sitting in his room, Katsuki was studying when he heard muffled noises in the living room.

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(Bakugo Katsuki. Age 15. Quirk:Explosion Through the quirk factors of his mother and father, a new quirk factor was created. His quirk allows to excrete sweat from his palms that has similar properties to nitroglycerin. And being able to set it off at will to create an explosion. The size varying off of his own decision. Naturally, he is also immune to his own explosions. Unless he over-does it, then he will be susceptible to his quirk's recoil)

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He was trying to study forever, but that damn noise wouldn't shut up. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the chair back from his desk, scraping it along the floor. Walking out of his room, his brows furrowed.

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"Hey! Can you keep it down?! I can't do a damn-" He stopped speaking upon entering the kitchen. His eyes widening slightly. Seeing his father comforting his mother, who was breaking down into her own arms. Loud. Excruciating cries coming out.

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"Hey...What the hell's going on?" His voice was much calmer albeit still abrasive, but almost hesitant to ask. He'd never seen his mother cry like this. Let alone shed even a tear.

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"Uhm...Katsuki...You're mother...She..." His father, Masaru tried to speak but he couldn't get the words out, just continuing to comfort Mitsuki.

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Tilting her head up, she stared at Bakugo. Her eyes red, and puffy, sniffling repeatedly. "...Inko...She-She's..." She tried to speak, but she just shut her eyes, retreating back into herself once more.

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Bakugo's eyes widened further, everything almost going silent around him. She's...Dead? He thought to himself. His breathing becoming shallow. Feeling something familiar bubbling inside him. Remembering something.

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(11 Years ago)

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Bakugo was sitting on the floor, sniffling as he was crying for awhile into his knees. Hugging them tight to his chest, when the click of his bedroom door opened. Mitsuki walking inside.

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"Hey...You still upset about the news...?" She spoke calmly, walking forward.

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He briefly stopped crying, speaking up after a moment. "W-Will...Izuku and I still get to be...H-Heroes...Together?" He slowly looked up at his mom, trying to hold back more crying and tears.

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Slowly sitting down on the floor next to him. Her face had a slightly melancholic expression. "Look...The truth? No...Probably not...But...That just means, you have to keep him safe...Alright?"

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She slowly wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a side hug. "He needs a strong boy like you to protect him." She smiled a little, ruffling his hair. Bakugo staying silent as he stared at the floor.

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Present Day. Bakugo was sitting in class, ignoring the 2 no-names that followed him like lost puppies. He'd heard that Izuku would be coming back today, but he wondered what could've possibly-

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His train of thought stopped upon seeing Izuku walk in, his almost disheveled appearance made him look like he was just out of a brutal beating. But outside of his appearance, he moved just fine.

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Bakugo was walking out of the just finished class, and made his way down the hallway. Walking past Izuku. "Hey Bakugo. I need to let off some steam...Shouldn't we welcome him with a nice hug?"

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The lackey with the long fingers nudged his shoulder. "No...Leave it for now." Bakugo dismissed calmly. "Oh come on...Don't tell me your protecting-"

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"I'M not protecting that damn nerd! I just have better things to do than fuck with him." Bakugo immediately retorted before he could finish speaking. Causing both of them to briefly step back.

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"I'm taking you both up on that stupid offer. I'm going to the arcade after school." His words got a pretty excited reaction out of them both.

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Which Bakugo shrugged off. Making his way to his next class.

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Izuku walked out of the school, rubbing the back of his neck. Accidentally bumping someone out of his way with his shoulder. "Ah!"

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The person dropped their bag on the floor, nearly spilling the contents. But Izuku pushed the bag upright with his shoe, staring down at the guy. Who had the head of a Gecko. "Sorry...Didn't see you." Izuku spoke calmly.

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"Freak..." Izuku thought to himself as he walked away, he was never a big fan of people with heteromorph quirks. As they were always the ones that came with almost-if not zero downsides or drawbacks.

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Walking down the street for the next 11 minutes, everything was pretty boring. But he noticed a woman constantly glancing behind her, and a shady looking guy not to far away. And not so subtly following her.

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Slinking into an alleyway, Izuku disappeared.

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The woman looked back again, only to see a person in a black hoodie suddenly step out from an alleyway. And shove the guy across the floor. Before immediately running back into the alleyway.

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The man losing sight of the woman after she went into a crowd. Izuku subtly watched from a rooftop, he was happy he brought his black hoodie today in his backpack.

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Izuku returned home after around 10-20 more minutes of walking. And he was carrying the jackpot of trash. Something he'd picked up from Takoba beach that he had no idea how he missed.

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He tossed the item on his couch before grabbing his skateboard. And walking back out of his apartment, skating to the store.

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He bought a hole saw to attach to his drill. Large, thick chains. A bunch of 2-4's. 2 more bags similar to his punching bag. And after making a detour to the grocery store, he bought 10 large to small bowls and their respective covers. 5 of each.

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Filling the bowls of varying size with sand from Takoba beach along the way. And carrying it all like a dumbass again.

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Walking into his apartment, he set all his items down. Picking up his original find from Takoba beach. A fully intact barbell. Which he'd use later. But it gave him inspiration.

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And he created another square frame on the floor like the other 2. But this time, He added extra wood to a singular side, creating the rough outline of a wall on it. And sliding the beast into his room.

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He lined it up the the other 2 machines he built. The back of it having 2 planks on the edges of the square pointed up, and an X shape in the middle connecting the corners on both sides. As well as another plank across the top.

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He lined up other planks, and drilled in a similar X shape on the roof of it, and lining wood up as supports underneath. But connecting the 2. But he sighed, face palming upon a realization.

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He's have to turn it over on it's side to fully screw a nail in from the bottom.

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Which he did after 40 minutes of trying to not fucking destroy his room from this mass of wood falling over. Setting it back up against the wall. He drilled a piece of wood across the middle of the foundations.

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Doing so on both the left and right side. Creating 2 bars of wood in the middle of the sections. Walking back, he cut open the tops of the 2 bags like he did with the original punching back.

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And he slid the chain through the top, and reinforced it with left-over duct tape he still had. But he left the zipper open and close-able.

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Setting both bags on the left and right middles sections of the wood, he wrapped the chain around the center piece of wood. Making sure to keep it loose enough that he could lift the bag off the ground, and slide the chain back and forth.

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He walked over to the bowls of sand, placing 2 same sized bowls into the separate bags. Giving them both an equal increase in weight by about 4 pounds.

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And Izuku grabbed the chains, wrapping his hands in them, and stepping back. Leaning back a little, doing a test by slowly pulling his arms backwards. The bags lifting up, and the chains sliding against the wood.

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A large grin spreading across his face as it worked like a charm. Albeit shoddy looking. He let go of the chains, resting them over the wood. And he loaded the bags up with the other bowls. Creating an equal weight of around 30 pounds.

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And he once again wrapped his hands with the chains. And braced himself, gritting his teeth as he slowly pulled. The bags slowly lifting up off the ground as he pulled his arms fully back.

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Letting out a exasperated breath, and walking forward. The bags thudding heavily into the wood. He let go of the chains, his hands a little red from the pressure. But he smiled.

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He made a new piece of equipment he could now experiment and train with. A Home-Made Cable Machine.

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Izuku was training mostly after all that building. The police didn't want him working yet until they knew he was capable. SO he had the day to himself.

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But he had this nagging feeling in the back of his head, like an Itch that needed to be scratched.

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And Izuku stopped punching the bag, resting his fist against it.

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"I wonder if that guy could make me a mask..." Izuku thought to himself, thinking back to that vendor he saw.

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10:56PM.

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Izuku walked down the set of familiar stairs. Seeing the usual crowd of people gathered around the caged in area. But Izuku's focus was elsewhere.

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Looking around, he saw the vendor he was looking for. Walking up to the stand, he stared at the guy. Who was wearing an electronic mask with alternating-emoji-like faces.

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"Hey, you want anything?" The guy spoke, his voice robotic through the mask. "Uh...Yeah. Do you know if you can make a mask?" Izuku asked casually.

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"Yeah! No problem man. What type of mask you want?" Izuku thought for a moment, rubbing the back of his head. "Ahhh...i don't know...Just make some intimidating or scary shit."

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The man's neutral emoji-like face animated into a excited one. The eyes bursting into stars. "Alright! I know what'll fit you perfectly. Give me 15 minutes." He spoke, lightly shoeing The teen away with his hand.

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Walking away, Izuku walked up to the bar. And made small talk with the bartender, which was mostly just what he's been up to. And why he looked like he just walked out of the most brutal bar fight in history.

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A loud whistle ringing out from behind "Yo! Prodigy! I got your stuff ready!" Izuku looked back, seeing the guy waving him over.

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Walking up to the stand again, he saw the man lift up a brand new mask, just for him. "Check it. The material is as strong as plastic, But! It's not like normal plastic. You can bend, and twist it, all you want and it'll be fine."

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He demonstrated by twisting the mask in on itself, almost like it was a spring before it snapped back into shape. Tossing it to The teen, Izuku caught it. "Rule with all my customers. First one's on the house."

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The emoji head winked as the man did a snap, pointing at Izuku. Which made the Teen grin. Staring down at the mask.

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The black area where his eyes would be were impossible to see-through. Putting the mask on underneath the hoodie he was wearing. "AH SHIT MAN! YOU LOOK FUCKIN CREEPY!" The man's emoji screen morphing into a scared face, and then a ghost that flew off the screen.

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A chuckle escaping Izuku's lips. He could see clearly through the black, thin fabric. The dark green that the mask complementing the dark shade of black. By the large black streaks that ran down the mask, underneath the eye sockets. Looking almost like tear streaks. Or blood streaks.

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"Thanks...I'll come back if I need it repaired." Izuku spoke while taking the mask off, staring down at it with a grin.

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5 Days later.

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The desolate silence of the building was slowly filled with the quiet pattering of feet. And heavy, unsteady breathing.

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Looking back, the small girl stared down the long, dark hallway. He was still hot on her tail, no matter how long or fast she ran. She couldn't escap-

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Her thoughts were cut off once she ran into a pair of legs. Stumbling back and falling down, she stared up in horror at the tall, slim woman in front of her. The large overcoat she wore masking most of her, and creating shadows to further conceal her face.

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The small girl's breathing grew heavier, her head being thrown back against the floor from a sudden kick to her head. Everything feeling like it was spinning. A light trickle of blood running down her head as he was dragged by her arm.

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Back into that cold, quiet, dark place.

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Izuku was training like usual, punching his bag, he'd already worked out with his cable machine, and pull up bar. Right now he was just continuing to refine his already established techniques.

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Buzz...Buzz...Buzz

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Looking over, he saw his phone buzzing with a call. Picking his phone up from his desk, panting slightly. "Hey Tsukauchi. What's up?" Izuku spoke while grabbing a water bottle.

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"Hey kid, everyone's being called for a meeting. Be here at 7." Tsukauchi spoke through the phone before hanging up. Izuku tossing his phone on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

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He'd felt calmer these past days. Like something felt off, but he didn't really mind it. Regardless, he went back to training for another few hours.

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Walking into the police station, he went down the hallway. His black t-shirt and black jeans fitting loosely. He was told not to worry about his clothes, as this wasn't a mission.

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Walking into the room like before, there was a large amount of officers in the room. The chief, Tsuragame, and Tsukauchi in front of a board. Sansa off to the side near Tsukauchi.

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"Alright. If everyone's here, lets get started-Ruff. This is just a debriefing, and update on a current case were working on. As well as a new one we will be taking on-Ruff." Tsuragamae spoke with authority.

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Pointing the stick back at the white board, to a picture of a large black van. "As for our current priority. The trafficking case has been starting to rear its head up. This. Was one of the vehicle's used to abduct a woman. Aged 22."

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"We will be spending our time and recourses on finding this van. It was last seen in the Naruhata District of Japan. And this brings us to the new case."

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He pointed the stick to a fully black outline of a person, the center having a white question mark. "There's been a few minor reports of a person doing Vigilante work. The stories didn't match up completely, but they all shared a similar theme. Just before something could happen, someone saved them. And he will come after, but nonetheless. It is our responsibility to find him."

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After awhile, Izuku was skating down the street. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little worried about being mentioned. Even if no one knew right now, that could come to bite him in the ass later. But for now, he'd rather dwell on his options.

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Izuku walked into the hardware store, holding his skateboard while walking through the isles. Looking mostly at pipe-like/sturdy, durable blunt objects. Setting his eyes on something.

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Walking out of the store carrying a bag, he jumped on his skateboard. Gliding down the street carrying his bag. 2 Large, yellow crowbars.

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Making a short detour, Izuku picked up some spray paint at a nearby shop. After awhile, he stopped his skateboard at Takoba beach.

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Setting the crowbars down, he lifted his shirt over his face, and started spraying the crowbars with the spray paint. Turning them from a vibrant yellow, to a matte black. Avoiding getting any paint on the sand by creating a tarp with trash and metal.

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Grinning a little, Izuku reached down. Picking up the 2 crowbars, slowly swinging his left arm down, feeling out the weight of it. Doing the same with his right arm afterwards. "Fuck yeah..."

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Izuku mumbled as he put the crowbars in his bag. And hopped on his skateboard again. Making his way home.

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12:59PM.

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The quiet steps on a rooftop speeding up, a masked and hooded figure leaping from from building to another. The little activity in the streets below not noticing the person above.

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Slowing his step down, he stopped at the edge of a building. Crouching down, and resting his arms on his knees, the dark green mask covering his face looking almost villainous. The black streaks that ran down it giving it a deathly appearance. A small bit of his dark green hair peeking out from under the hood.

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He'd been looking for the past hour, and nothing came up. And he couldn't fucking sleep to save his life, so he figured that he'd put the extra time he was awake into something useful.

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The crowbar on his hip certainly didn't help with his movement, but it didn't exactly slow him down all that much. The slight increase in weight just took some getting used to.

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A muffled scream coming from behind.

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Snapping his head back, Izuku barely saw that a woman was being dragged into a black car. It wasn't the van, but it'll do. Izuku ran forward, jumping from one building to the next, pulling his phone out from the pocket of his hoodie.

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Pointing his phone camera at the car, taking a picture of the license plate. And recording as he watched his drive off with the girl. Doing his best to follow behind it. Having to swap the side of the street he was on to keep following it, risking someone seeing him.

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Panting heavily, Izuku collapsed to his knees, falling over on his side. His breathing shallow, holding his stomach, feeling like it was impossible to breathe. But after a few minutes with himself, he pushed himself up. The car now gone.

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He sat down against the railing of the roof he was on, opening his phone and looking at the video/picture he took of the car. Focusing in on the small, miniscule details about the car. A slight dent in the passenger door, a broken tail-light, a cracked left backseat window. and the license plate.

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Sighing, he rubbed his own head. He'd find her eventually, he just had to keep looking.

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Walking across another roof, tonight was surprisingly quiet. He expected to basically be looking for trouble, but it was silent for the most part. That car being the only really eventful thing to happen all night as he searched.

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Looking back and forth through strips of the Naruhata District. Clearing 4% of the District in a single night. But alas. No car.

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Walking into the Cafe, wearing his usual uniform. He clocked in, setting up, sweeping, and opening the Cafe at 6. Hawks coming in as usual.

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Both of them making small talk before he left, after awhile, Itsumi came back. Which meant it was his time to leave.

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Walking into school, he rubbed the back of his neck. Walking into class. People finally stopped staring so intently at him after he was able to take his eye-patch off. Which felt nice. But he heard from one of the teachers, that there would be a new student coming.

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Sitting down, he rested his hand on his palm, staring off into space in silence as the classroom bustled with noise. His attention being drawn to the teacher walking in, a female in the school uniform following behind him.

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Her brown hair dipped down to her elbows, her hazel eyes almost sparkling in the sunlight that peeked through the windows. The teddy bear backpack she wore looking a little old, but neat and clean for the most part.

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"Alright, would you please introduce yourself." The man spoke calmly, stepping back behind his desk. The girl bowing down slightly.

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"Uh...I'm Akemi, Koharu. And...I-I'm Quirkless." The classroom was mostly silent, except for a small snicker from the back of the classroom. "Please take your seat next to Midoriya."

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He spoke calmly, pointing over at the green haired teen. Which got a not so subtle chuckle from a few students. But Izuku paid no mind as she sat down to him, looking down. And opening his book.

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The first page was a sketch of the car he'd seen, the second page next to it having a printed image of the car that he was referencing. The third page was filled with possible locations for where the car could be.

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Having used the computers at the police station to find the driver's license last night. And he matched the exact model of the car to the one on the picture. He still hadn't slept much, he had only gotten around 7 hours of sleep these past days.

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But His mind was too occupied with energy, theories, and a twinge of rage. But he flipped through the pages. The rest being usual hero shit he wrote down to pass the time and distract him from his shitty existence.

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His drawing skills improved substantially since he started writing in these books his mom used to buy him. The hundreds-If not thousands of hero sketches he'd drawn helping him with his handwriting as well.

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But after he was handed his test back, being early to turn it in as usual. Even he was surprised to see that he'd kept his grades high with all this shit going on right now.

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But still, he had bigger things to worry about. Like finishing his sketch of the car so he could easily dispose of potential evidence. Without having it on a hard drive to screw him over.

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Walking into the cafeteria, it was 12:00AM. And he picked up a tray, grabbing what was usually served. Fresh white rice, some freshly cooked fish, vegetables, a small soup, and some milk. Getting a little bit of everything this time, feeling tired already.

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Sitting down, he opened the book, and an epiphany hit him like a truck. Glancing around, he made sure no one looked at him as he pulled his phone out. Scrolling through his contacts. Giran.

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Calling the number, he put the phone to his ear. Staring down at the half complete sketch of the car. "Who's calling?" A gruff voice spoke on the other end of the phone.

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"Alright, I don't have much time, but Yume said you could get me any info I needed for the right price. So tell me a spot where we can talk." izuku didn't bother with any real formalities. Just getting straight to the point, which got a chuckle from the man on the other line.

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"Yume gave you my number? God she give's it out like it's candy...I'll text you a location. And a time. Don't be late." The call ended. Pulling the phone away from his ear, Izuku stared down at the phone.

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"Uhm...Hey...Mind if I sit here...?" Izuku looked up, shutting his book immediately, seeing the new girl from his classes earlier today. "No..." Izuku spoke calmly, despite his slightly heightened heartrate. What if she saw... Izuku thought to himself.

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"Thank you...Everyone else seems a bit..." She couldn't find the right words to say, but Izuku knew what she wanted to say. A slight smile on his face. "I know what your trying to say. I'm Quirkless too." Izuku spoke casually, leaning forward a little, watching her take a seat next to him.

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Her eyes widening a little, her cranium straining at his words. "Oh? Are you new here too?" She asked in slight disbelief, the Quirkless birthrate was low in japan. So seeing another person who'd be like her was almost jarring. Her words coming out with a small accent.

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"Nah. I've always gone here...These people are honestly just dickheads." He spoke calmly, taking a bite from his rice. This getting a small frown from the girl. "Yeah...They don't...seem all that friendly." She spoke a little saddened. Taking a quiet bite of her food.

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"Don't worry too much about it. Just ignore them and you'll be fine." Izuku spoke while taking a bit of the cooked fish. Taking a sip of the milk. "oh, by the way, I'm Izuku Midoriya." He added before continuing to eat quietly.

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They continued light small talk back and forth. But after awhile, lunch break was over. And he resumed his normal classes.

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Walking out of the school he looked down at his phone, seeing there had been a new text message sent awhile ago. By Giran. A location, and a time.

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Walking down the street to his house, he made a detour to a bank, withdrawing some money from his account to have in cash. 2.3 Million Yen. Putting it all in his wallet, and making his way home.

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Right before he could get home, he heard loud popping noises from far away. Looking back, and sprinted back the way he came. He didn't have any police gear on, but he could deal with that later

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Running down the sidewalk, he saw a thin man riding on another man's back. The man he was riding had the body of a werewolf. And was sprinting at an immense speed. 59MPH based on his own internal calculations.

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Running in-between a car, he thought of something that was a slight gamble. Loud pop's and explosions going off as they got closer. The thin man on top throwing coins around, which exploded upon interacting with anything it touched.

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3 Cop Car's chasing behind the 2 men. Both of them snickering and laughing as they sprinted across the street. Waiting patiently, Izuku held his breath. Waiting for the perfect moment.

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THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD

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The sound of the werewolf like man running got nearly right next to Izuku. Suddenly running forward, Izuku slid his right foot forward. And spun on it, putting his hand on the ground for support, and slamming his calf left into the wolf-man's calf. Causing him to scream in pain at the nerve endings firing up his entire leg. Falling over at absurd speeds.

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"VILLAIN!" A loud, aggressive voice called out above. Looking up, Izuku saw him, the flames around his body lighting up like a sun as he jetted towards the 2 toppling men. Firing a concentrated blast of fire at them as he approached, sliding across the floor, the asphalt beneath his feet melting as he slid.

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No. 2 Hero. Endeavor.

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Watching, Izuku saw him quickly detain burned and battered men. Nearly 10-15 camera's swarming him from far away. "Hey kid, thanks for the help." Someone spoke behind Izuku.

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Turning back around, he saw one of his colleagues. A slight smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, no problem...I heard the noise and I thought I'd do something. But it was kinda risky...If I missed or he didn't fall over I would've been in trouble."

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Chuckling a little, his words made the other officer just grin. Smacking the side of his head. "Oh shut up. I don't know how you thought of that so fast, but I'd sure a hell never do something crazy like that." He spoke casually.

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Smiling, Izuku walked away after saying bye to the officer. Walking past the small crowd that gathered around Endeavor. He brushed past Endeavor. His stare complex, almost filled with disgust.

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Endeavor was talking through a device in his ear, communicating with his team. But something felt off. Like a pressure briefly enveloped him. His adrenalin Spiking for a moment. Looking back he stared at the teen that just brushed past him. Almost seeing the pressure coming off of him.

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Walking into his apartment, Izuku immediately went into his training again. Working on the bag, and doing strength training with his self made pull-up bar and cable 'machine'

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9:33PM

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Izuku walked down the streets of Naruhata, rubbing the back of his neck. He decided to change into his trench-coat, large boots, and black ripped pants. Wearing a surgical mask to keep his face under-wraps.

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Looking up at the buildings he walked past, the lightly run down exterior gave off nothing but a sketchy aesthetic. Walking into the building, he looked around.

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Seeing nothing much, he walked around, finding a busted up door, which was oddly straight up. And still locked in place by the door handle.

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Walking up to it, he opened the door, walking into the second area. Seeing a nicely furnished bar, although almost no one was in it, the lights were on. And he could see the man he'd been looking for.

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Sitting down in a booth, opposite of Giran. A middle aged, normal looking man. His hair gray, with eyebrows that seemed to be eternally drawn up. His pink eyes slightly squinted, and his mustache, alongside his goatee being slightly unkept. His gray hair parted to the side, with bangs slightly hanging above his eyes. One of his front teeth missing.

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His slightly purple matching dress pants, and unbuttoned blazer fitting nicely over his white shirt, and black shoes. A few of the buttons at the top of his shirt being unbuttoned. A thick golden necklace underneath his shirt, which was hidden by a large fluffy scarf, that almost looked like intestines. And finally the circular glasses he wore while smoking a cigarette simply just exuded confidence

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"Alright. What did you need kid?" Giran spoke casually, taking a drag from his cigarette. Izuku staring at him for a moment, before slowly taking a his book out, placing it on the table and sliding it over to Giran. "The first few pages. I need to know where the van is."

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Opening the book, his grin grew wider, staring down at the detail information already on the car. Specific info? No. But loads of theories, potential locations, and self made assessments of possible patrol routes to find it. Looking up at the teen who had his face hidden.

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"You trying to get in the way of those guys?" He spoke skeptically, his grin never leaving. Izuku just staring at him, with a cold, calm, steady stare. "Would that be a problem?" He spoke calmly, leaning forward slightly, resting his arms on the table.

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A small chuckle escaping Giran's lips. Shutting the book, he lifted it up, leaning forward himself. "You better know what your doing kid..." He spoke calmly, opening the book back up, and taking a picture of it with a small throwaway phone.

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"I'll need 700k- Done." Izuku cut him off, taking a stack of cash out, sliding it forward across the table. "How fast can you get me the info?" Izuku asked leaning back a little, watching Giran take the cash and putting it into his pockets.

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"Alright...Give me a few hours. And I'll see what I can do." Giran spoke calmly, sliding the book back to Izuku, extending a hand. Izuku taking his hand and shaking it before standing up, exiting the building without a another word. Putting it back into his trench-coat.

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1:34AM.

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Walking across a rooftop, he continued to repeatedly glance down at the printed photo he held of the car, looking up and staring at any car he saw, even if it was for a brief millisecond. He could get a head start on this self investigation.

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Ding

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Taking his phone out of his hoodie's pocket. Lifting his mask up, he stared at the message. "Here. This is where it's at right now. And I threw in a something a little extra cause I've taken a liking to you." Izuku stared at the top down view of a map in Naruhata. That had a red circle over a specific building.

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But there was also a link sent. Clicking it, it took Izuku to a web page that was being updated in live time, a blinking red dot moving down a street, and stopping where a stop light would be. "A tracker?" Izuku mumbled to himself, pulling his mask back down.

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A young guy was leaning over the counter inside a gas station. Watching the clock, just waiting for his shift to be over. But he looked over, seeing the door open. A green haired teen walking in. Looking a little sketchy. Watching the teenager walk around, and look through the drinks, but he was constantly staring at his phone.

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Another person walking in, looking up at the man, only to stare down the barrel of a gun. His eyes widening as he suddenly stepped back. "W-Woah man...P-Put it down..." He raised his hands, trying to de-escalate the situation.

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"Cash...Come on!" He yelled, stepping forward, pointing the gun closer to his head, the guy quickly opening the cash register. Unable to see the person's face due to their black ski-mask.

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The guy looked up, seeing a masked figure slowly, and quietly stalk up behind the man holding a gun at him. And he continued taking the cash out. "COME ON-I-I'm getting it!" The man continued threatening the cashier, who was still taking money out.

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The man's arm was suddenly wrenched to the side, averting the barrel from the cashier. And a pair of arms wrapped around the man's neck from behind, his leg being kicked out from under him. Making him fall forward, only being stopped by the choke hold he was now in.

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The short, masked figure holding the man in a tight, hard, silent chokehold. Not a breath coming from the masked person, even as the man struggled, waving his arms. Even letting go of the pistol to try and pull his arms away. Succeeding for a second, only to continue being choke from behind.

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His head, and face turning a light shade of red as he choked, letting out a strained, quiet gasping noise. Before finally going limp in the person's arms. Who immediately let the man go, letting him fall to the floor. D-Did he just fucking kill him!?! The cashier thought to himself.

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Only to see the masked person pull a black crowbar from their side, slamming it down on the man's left knee. Shattering it with a gross crunch. Causing the man to wake up, screaming in pain. But he only got another hit. except this time to his other knee. Which was then shattered upon impact. Rendering the man a screaming, crippled mess on the floor.

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The masked person raising his foot, wearing large combat boots. Kicking the man's head into the ground, knocking him unconscious. His head turning to the cashier. Who gulped nervously. Stepping back a bit. He could see a small bit of green hair sticking out from under the hood he had on.

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Watching the person put the crowbar back onto his hip. And grab a non-name brand electrolyte drink. Before tossing a few bills on the counter as he walked out.

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What the fuuuuuuuuck..................... was all he could think to himself as he slumped back against the wall. He needed to call the police.

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Sighing, izuku pulled his mask above his head, rubbing his face. "Fuck!" He yelled quietly to himself. Nearly squeezing the bottle hard enough to pop the cap off. He knows it was me...Just gotta hope he doesn't rat me out...

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Izuku pulled his mask down, and opened his phone, beginning to follow the car using the tracker. "Tonight's gonna be long..." He muttered to himself, hopping over to a shorter roof nearby.

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Izuku spent most of the night just following wherever the car went, he was always a bit behind. But he was able to sort of keep up using the rooftops. But the night was almost ending, and he needed to take care of one thing.

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Slowly climbing down a fire escape, and landed on the floor. And looking around, glancing down at his phone, this was the spot.

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Looking at the building to his right, he walked around to another side of the building. The windows, and doors being boarded off. This building having been left to rot awhile ago.

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He stared up at the window, the only one without any boards. But with no real way to get high enough. He stepped back, and ran forward. Having pushed a dumpster in front of the window, leaping up off of it to try and make more height. Which he did do, but it still wasn't enough.

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Sliding down the wall, He sighed, gritting his teeth trying to come up with a solution. His mind getting an idea. Pulling a crowbar from his hip, he stepped back, getting some distance.

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Running forward, he did a small jump to get on top of the dumpster. Crouching down and leaping up off of it, putting his hand on the wall as he stopped moving upwards. Sliding down the wall a tiny bit, before kicking himself off with his right foot.

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Gaining a little more height as he jumped from the left wall, to the other wall of another building parallel. Turning to the side, he put his right foot and right hand against the wall. Quickly sliding down it, but he pushed himself off it again.

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Gaining a tiny bit of height, he held the crowbar tightly as he raised it up. Swinging it forward, the front curve of it catching on the edge of the window. Causing him to slam into the wall, and the crowbar to slip off. But not before he reached up with his right hand, catching himself from falling a good 20-25 feet onto solid concrete.

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He pulled himself up a little, his training with the pull-up bar coming in handy as he wrenched his left arm back. Smashing the window open with the crowbar, pulling himself inside the building. Which predictably was dark as shit.

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Walking around, His eyes adjusted to the darkness, albeit it didn't help that much when his eyes adjusted. He walked around, stepping on broken glass, and putting his crowbar back on his hip. Making his way down a set of stairs. Avoiding using his phone as a flash light incase someone was in here.

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Looking around, he bumped into a large wooden shelf, which he could barely make out was seemingly blocking something. So he grabbed onto the shelf, and pulled it back, causing it to fall on its side and smash itself apart. The noise briefly filling the desolate void that was the lack of any noise.

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Walking forward, he felt around the wall, grabbing a door knob. Opening the door slowly, and peeking inside. A quiet, muffled yelling filling the room. The sound of someone scrambling across the floor backwards only adding to it.

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Slowly raising his hand, he pulled his phone out, turning on the flash-light. He was sure no one else was here right now, and he stared down at the woman tied up. Her mouth taped shut, and not so subtle bruising on her head.

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This was the woman he saw getting grabbed a while ago. His eyes widening slightly under his mask, the woman freaking out as she saw the masked person. Scrambling, writhing, and trashing around, trying to get away. But she stopped.

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Seeing him raise his hands, almost as if surrendering. But she flinched slightly as he reached down, and slowly untied her arms, and then legs. The woman slightly shaking as she nervously accepted the helping hand they offered. Pulling her to her feet.

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He guided her through the building, kicking a door down to make an exit for them both. And although she was shaken, she saw him call the police. Before whispering something under his mask, which already muffled his voice.

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"Tell them you escaped on your own..."

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She heard the soft words, from a unusually young voice, before they walked away. Scaling up a fire escape and leaving her view. After a few minutes, the police arrived, finding her and putting her in the cop car, taking her to the new hospital recently built.

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Izuku walked into his apartment, sighing as he tossed his backpack onto the floor. Leaning over his kitchen counter, burying his head in his hands. "Fuck...I shouldn't have fucking went in that stupid fucking store..." He mumbled. Cursing himself.

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His breath coming out strained, gripping his hair tight in his hands. Letting go and suddenly slamming his head down into the marble. Gritting his teeth as he covered his head. Holding back a deafening scream.

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Blinking a few times, and took a deep breath, stepping back. Running a hand through his hair. It would be fine. If need be, he could just make all his money through his fights. And pretend to be someone else...

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SO FUCKING SIMPLE.

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Izuku was hitting his punching bag, the chain wobbling and clinking against itself with each punch, kick, and palm strike. The news on the TV calming his nerves slightly.

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"We've recently received information about a new vigilante appearing, and although their identity is unknown, they've been seen wearing a black trench-coat. Ripped black jeans. And combat boots. They also been reportedly seen wearing a black hoodie, and a mask to hide their face."

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Izuku stopped hitting the bag, resting his fist on it, looking over. Staring at the Tv. He'd moved his punching bag into the living room. Allowing him to check up on recent events while still training. And he smiled a little, sighing as he walked into the kitchen.

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It had been a full day since his whole convenience store escapade. And thankfully, it seems that guy didn't rat him out. But he still did have a bit of doubt in the back of him head. But regardless, he was still a little worried. He'd just have to wait.

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Izuku was cooking his food, leaning against the counter, rubbing his head. He'd packed on 15+ pounds of weight in the little over a month that passed by since he changed his diet. The more precise number being 19 pounds of weight, making him 149 pounds.

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Which he was turning into muscle, slowly but surely, his working out getting better. Both from better form, and the new cable machine he made. But it was too slow, he wasn't putting on a much muscle as he could be. So he thought of something.

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Izuku slowly walked into the Cafe, beginning to sweep, mop, clean, and finally open the place at 6AM like always. "Yo. What's up." Hawks spoke as he walked in, seeing Izuku immediately turn around and start making his coffee.

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"Nothing much, just my usual...monotony." Izuku spoke with a casual shrug at his last word, handing Hawks his drink. "Anything new with you?" He asked, leaning back against the counter that the machine's were on.

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Hawks simply laughed, taking a sip of his coffee. "Ha. I wish. Looks like we have more in common than I thought greenie. But that'll have to wait for tomorrow, I'll catch ya later." Hawks spoke while waving Izuku bye as he walked out of the Cafe. Flying up into the air as usual.

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Izuku sighed, leaning over the counter, tapping his foot on the floor. Waiting for a customer to come in, which actually came fast. And he took their order, making small talk with them.

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And once he was done with them, watching them sit down at a table, another person walked in. who Izuku talked to. Making their order, and pointing them to a table, which they sat down at. And another person walked in.

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Izuku taking their order, and making the coffee. They all got the same drink, a decaf iced coffee. Then another person walked in, and honestly, Izuku was a little relived. This would at least make the hour pass by if people kept coming in. Which they certainly did.

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And for the next hour, Izuku took, and made orders. Some the same as the last, some similar, some the opposite, and some only a slight difference. But eventually, all seats and tables in the Cafe were taken up. And people kept coming in, and walking out.

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Itsumi walked in, her hands in her pockets, her usual attire just like his. "Hey there." She spoke casually, thankfully no one was at the counter right now, so Izuku could make her a coffee. Which he did without a question.

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"Hey. I know, I'm the fastest coffee maker you know." Izuku spoke casually, spinning around and tossing the coffee to her. A small grin on his face, striking a little pose for dramatics. Which made Itsumi laugh a bit.

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"Wooow. You read my mind. You GOTTA tell me your secret." She spoke while walking to the backroom, shoving Izuku to the side a little, which made him stumble. And making him laugh a bit. "Nope. My lips are sealed shut."

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Izuku spoke while smiling, making himself a coffee. He had a few more minutes before having to leave, and he felt a little tired from his lack sleep last night.

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"Hey, you got a fight lined up tonight or nah?" Itsumi spoke casually, leaning over the front counter. Sipping her coffee. "Nah, the next one I have isss..." Izuku pondered for a moment, racking his brain for the answer. "3 days out."

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Izuku took a sip of his coffee, grabbing a pen from his pocket and spinning it between his fingers. "My fights have been going smoothly ever since those first couple ones. But you think I can come over tonight? Also. Thanks for the whole knife, and staff lessons...They've come in handy."

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Izuku took another sip of his coffee, smiling a bit as he walked around the counter, and into the backroom. Clocking out. "Good to hear, and yeah. You can come over. Just text me before." Itsumi spoke while setting her coffee down.

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Izuku waved her bye as he walked out of the Cafe, seeing her take a new order. Izuku was looking down at his phone briefly, but when he looked up he bumped into someone. Nearly spilling his coffee. "Shit!" Izuku yelled while nearly falling over to not spill it. "Sorry."

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Izuku looked up to see 3 people he recognized. Albeit they were not in costumes. Midnight. Present Mic. And Eraser Head. His eyes widening slightly. "It's not a big deal. Just look up more." Midnight spoke nonchalantly. "Uh, can i have your autographs?"

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Izuku asked while quickly taking his book out of his bag. This getting a slightly pleased reaction from Midnight, an indifferent look from Aizawa. And a excited stare from Present Mic. Handing a pen and the book to Midnight. Who started flipping through the pages.

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Impressed by the level of art, and analysis written on each page. Bit she grinned upon seeing her page, her art piece was spectacular. She then signed a symbol of her thin mask that she wore around her eyes when doing hero work. And put Midnight underneath. Her real name just above. Nemuri Kayama.

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"I Love the art...Just don't draw me with less on my body~" She leaned down, and handed the book back, winking while doing so. As the both self proclaimed, and media proclaimed 18+ Hero. She could have a little fun with pushing boundaries.

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Izuku blushing a little as he shrunk in on himself slightly. "I-I'm not that kind of artist..." Izuku mumbled, only for the book in his hands to be snatched. "Hey! Don't Forget About Your Favorite DJ!" Present mic spoke loudly, instantly flipping through the book.

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Very quickly finding his page, and marking down his own signature. Grinning as he made an exaggerated movement forward, extending his hand far out. Offering the book back. "Don't Sell It! Not Many People Get A Signature From Yours Truly." Hizashi Yamada.

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Izuku smiled, taking the book and putting it back in his backpack. "Thanks!" Izuku spoke loudly while running down the street, having to get to school. "Hey, Aizawa. Why Didn't You Sign It?" Hizashi spoke casually, crossing his arms. "Yeah, the kid seemed pretty excited." Nemuri added.

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Both of them acting more normal than just a second ago, their Hero persona's usually got fans more excited. So they didn't mind phasing in and out of it. "I already gave the kid a sign...He asked when I came in awhile ago..." Aizawa spoke indifferently, walking into the Cafe.

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Izuku walked into the classroom, sitting down, being one of the last to come in as usual. Sitting down next to Koharu. Pulling out the school book from his bag, and writing things down in it before class started.

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He occasionally glanced to his left, noticing that Koharu seemed like she wanted to say something, but he decided to ask about it later. Instead focusing on the class, which had just started.

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He walked out of the class, making his way down the halls, and walking up to his locker. Opening it, and grabbing a new book from it. Shutting his locker, and spinning a pen between his fingers as he walked to his next class.

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Doing so again after his next class ended, then again, and again, and again. Until lunch finally came around. Walking into the cafeteria, he grabbed a tray, and got in line. Waiting for his turn to grab stuff. Which he took a sizeable amount of each food offered once it was his turn.

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Walking out of the line, he sat down at the table far away from anyone like usual. Opening the milk he got, taking a drink from it. Hmm...I actually haven't tried putting any milk in my coffee's...maybe that'd be good..."

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Izuku thought to himself, but he was brought out of his thought's by Koharu sitting down with him. "Uh...Hi...Izuku..." She spoke calmly, and took a bite of her food. "Oh, hey Koharu. I actually wanted to ask you. Do you wanna be partners for the upcoming project?"

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Izuku asked while taking a bite of his food, which made her eyes widen a little in surprise. "Really?" She spoke quietly, not expecting that, especially since everyone she asked had denied to work with her. "Yeah, if you don't have a partner yet."

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She smiled a bit, and took another bite of her food. Nodding up and down. And giving a thumbs up.

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Izuku walked out of school, the final class having ended. "So, what's up with you-Well, that sound's kinda douchey...I mean what's up with your voice, you have like a bit of an accent." Izuku asked Koharu while walking side by side, her following the path he takes to his house.

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Looking a little embarrassed, she rubbed the back of her neck. Smiling a little. "Oh, yeah thats right...I'm originally from France, and my parents have been trying to find a nice place to settle down...They were thinking about here, so they kinda enrolled me here without a second thought..."

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Koharu chuckled a little bit, continuing to walk with Izuku. "Oh, that's nice. What's it like over there? I've heard the Quirkless population is almost 1-to-1 with Quirked people there." Izuku responded while running a hand through his hair.

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"Oh, it's nice but...It's not all that great...We usually have a lot of fights and assault cases going around, cause people with and without Quirks usually butt-heads. And with the population being so split down the middle, it's pretty common to see." Koharu spoke a with a hint of sadness in her voice. Staring down at the ground.

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"Doesn't sound all that bad...I mean, when compared to here at-least." Izuku spoke while looking over at her. His words making her turn her head to him. "What do you mean?" She asked a little confused, and intrigued.

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"Well with japan being known for the whole less than 1% crime rate. The criminals that do slip through. Are Always A Pain. In. The. Ass. Usually their quirks are strong enough to handle a low level pro on their own, and if not at least fight on par with them."

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Izuku spun a pen between his fingers, fidgeting without thinking like usual.

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"Not to mention the low Quirkless birthrate here makes it a pain the ass to do anything. I mean, those jackasses in the school have been dick-heads since like pre-school. And don't even get me started on the fuckin heroes..."

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Izuku mumbled his last words, rubbing his forehead as if having a headache. "Huh? What's up with the heroes here?" Koharu asked, wanting to know more. Izuku looking over at her.

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"Functionally, nothing out of the ordinary. But i just have a problem with most in general...It's like it's all a big...Show-or something to them. Like the people they save at just nameless numbers to rack up. Like Mt. Lady, a new hero who's been getting popular. Her debut was completely ass...Literally. She just showed her ass to a bunch of cameras."

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Izuku spoke with noticeable irritation growing in his voice. Spinning the pen even faster between his fingers, his other hand closing into a fist in his pocket.

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"They all act like it's a performance, and they all ignore the people they can't save...It makes me annoyed...It's like, why even bother being a hero then?"

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Izuku stopped ranting, sighing. And rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry...stuff like that just pisses me off..." Izuku mumbled, looking over at Koharu. Who had a slightly Melancholic expression.

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"I-I know what you mean...Sometimes...I find myself wishing they didn't exist either..." She looked away, holding her elbow, as if hiding herself.

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"Hey, we're here." Izuku spoke casually, pointing at his apartment complex. Koharu staring up at the small building. "Oh, it looks so nice...The ones where In france are all like sky scrapers." She mumbled as they both walked up the stairs to his apartment.

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Izuku opened the door, stepping aside to let her walk in first. And he shut the door behind himself as he walked in. Koharu looking around, seeing the small, but capacious apartment.

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"Wow...You keep everything super neat huh?" She asked quietly, seeing not a single dust particle on the floor, the couch, the kitchen counter. Everything was organized, placed optimally, and color coded.

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"Yeah, I usually clean when I first wake up, when I get home from school. And when I get home from work." Izuku walked past her, walking into the kitchen. Opening the fridge.

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"Oh? You have a job?" She asked a little confused, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, I live here alone." Izuku spoke calmly, his expression slightly dropping for a moment before tossing her a cold bottle of water. Which she barely caught before it hit her face.

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"Woah! Easy on the throws..." She mumbled, but a small smile crept on her face as she opened the bottle. Taking a sip of it. "Sorry. It's a habit I have sometimes..." Izuku spoke while leaning against the fridge.

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So, did you have any ideas about the project?" Izuku asked while rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhm...No. Not really...I've been too focused on trying to find a partner in the first place..." Koharu spoke a little quiet, taking another sip of the water.

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Well...We do have I think...Another 6 days before we have to worry about it. You wanna go to the mall with me? I need to go buy a new shirt..." Izuku spoke nonchalantly, his words causing Koharu's eyes to widen a little. Before looking away from him.

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"Uh-Sure...That'd be nice..." She spoke before taking another sip of the water.

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They were both walking down the street, which they'd been walking for about 40 minutes. But the time passed by pretty fast with the fact they both wouldn't shut up. Going back and forth on topics like a metronome.

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Eventually they came to a stop, walking into the food court section of the mall. Which was pretty god-damn large.

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Sitting down at a table, they both got some food, Izuku paying for it. "Hey, so...Actually, never mind..." Koharu spoke hesitantly. Eating some of her noodles. Both of them getting some simple ramen. Izuku's bowl being double the size of hers.

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"Huh? What, you can ask whatever. I don't mind." Izuku spoke calmly, slurping up some noodles from his own bowl. Drinking some of the liquid in the bowl. Washing it down with a milkshake that was over 1000 calories.

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"Well...I wanted to ask about your parents...but. You looked a little upset when you mentioned you were alone...so I didn't wanna...you know..." Koharu spoke up, fiddling with her fingernails. Izuku looking up at her.

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"Oh, it's cool...It's just that...My mom recently passed, so it's still a little fresh..." Izuku spoke calmly, looking down for a brief moment. "And I, don't...Really, know...My dad..." Izuku spoke a little quieter, leaning back a little in his chair.

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"I-I'm uhm...I'm sorry to hear that...I-I didn't mean t-No, it's fine. Really. I'm fine talking about it, but it is still just...yknow. A sore subject for me..." Izuku cut off Koharu before she could start any apologies. Rubbing the back of his neck.

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"Hey! Stop Running!" Someone yelled out from behind them. Turning around, Izuku saw someone running through the crowd, carrying a purse. A mall-cop currently giving chase.

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Getting out of his chair, Izuku ran towards them. Seeing a smaller crowd blocking his way, He grabbed a chair nearby and sliding it across the floor, jumping onto it. And using it to leap over the crowd. The chair slamming sideways against the floor. The people he jumped over yelping.

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The man who stole the purse was running, bumping, shoving, and hitting into people. Turning his head to the left to hear what that slamming noise was. Only to be met with a stun gun shooting into his stomach.

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His entire body stopping as he shook, falling on the floor. Izuku getting on top of him, turning him on his stomach and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Musutafu Metropolitan Police. Your under arrest." Izuku spoke calmly. Pinning the man to the floor with his knee, wrenching his arm back by the wrist. Putting the handcuffs on him.

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The mall-cop who was chasing him slowed down, walking up to the teenager as he pulled him up off the ground. "Thanks kid..." Izuku pulled his badge out of his pocket, flashing it to the mall-cop for simple verification. "No problem..."

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Izuku spoke calmly, handing the thief over to the mall-cop. And picking up the purse. "That's mine...Thank you young man..." A small, elderly woman walked up to him, who he handed the purse to. Bowing slightly afterwards. "You're welcome Miss."

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Izuku sat back down in his chair, the opposite side of the table of Koharu. "Your in the police?" Koharu asked a little bewildered, seeing Izuku so effortlessly detain that man. "Uh, yeah...I haven't told anyone..." Izuku smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. Chuckling a little anxiously.

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Koharu smiling a bit, leaning over the table, resting her head on her palm. "Is it fun?" She asked while tilting her head to the side a bit, her interest piqued once more.

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"Uhm...Yeah I guess, it's about as fun as you make it so." Izuku shrugged before taking another sip of his milkshake "I just like helping people though, so that's fun enough for me."

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Koharu and Izuku were walking side by side, continuing to converse back and forth. They were having a good time, and they turned into a clothing store. "Hey, this look alright?" Izuku grabbed a gray dress shirt, holding it up in front of him.

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"Yeah, it looks nice. It would work better with a tie though." Koharu spoke while grabbing a pink and white hat, putting it on while looking through the clothes. "You want that hat?" Izuku asked with a slight grin.

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"Eh...kinda...but I don't have any money right now." She spoke while rubbing the back of her neck, taking the hat off. Only for Izuku to grab it, putting it with the gray dress shirt he decided on. "I'll pay for it." He added casually while walking up to the pay counter.

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Izuku walked out of the store, and plopped the hat on top of Koharu's head. Which made her shrink down a little, shying away slightly. "You didn't have to pay for it..." She mumbled under her breath, walking next to him.

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"Whaaat...you wanted the hat. And I don't spend a lot of money regardless so I have an excess;" Izuku shrugged while Koharu adjusted the hat to fit her nicer. A slight blush on her face as she avoided his gaze.

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"I'll come up with a plan for the project tomorrow ok!" Koharu spoke loudly while walking away. "Alright! Catch you later!" Izuku spoke back loudly as he also walked away. Specifically from her house, which they both walked to.

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The building wasn't anything special, just a middle class house. Which in comparison to his was pretty fucking lavish. But izuku spun a pen between his fingers, smiling as he started his walk back home.

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He unlocked his front door, rubbing his eyes as he walked in. Tossing his keys on the couch and kicking the door behind him lightly shut. Walking into the kitchen, and grabbing a box of Rabbit food.

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Walking into his room, he caught his Rabbit with one hand, crouching down onto his knees and filling the bowl up with the Rabbit food. Which his Rabbit dived into head first.

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Walking out of his room, he went back into his kitchen. Putting the Rabbit food up. He set his bag down on the counter, and started cleaning once again. Sweeping his floor, mopping, picking up any extra trash. And after a few minutes, he was done.

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He went back into his room, opening his closet, and putting on a white t-shirt. and a black tank top underneath. Wearing a new pair of shorts.

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Walking out of his apartment, he made his way downstairs. Rubbing the back of his neck. He'd realized that although the strength training he was doing was already good. It had lots to improve on, which he finally figured out how to possibly make it better.

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After around 15 minutes of walking, Izuku arrived at Takoba beach. And for a few minutes, he just walked around, inspecting everything. The metal, plastic, and glass. Some pieces sharp, some not. Some of the metal small and light, while others were large and heavy.

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Izuku was panting heavily, leaning against the piled of trash. HIs hands on his knees. He'd been cleaning this place for the last 30 minutes, but it still didn't even make a dent into how much he had left to clean.

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Izuku lifted another heavy piece of metal, sweat dripping down his forehead. His shirt thoroughly soaked with his own sweat. The hot air around him certainly not helping with his heat.

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Setting the large piece of metal down, he stepped back. Looking at the pile of trash he made. Which was sizeable, albeit not very large. But big enough to make a subtle difference. And strangely enough. Izuku liked doing this.

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Sure the whole saving people was great, and it gave him this rush. But he liked something about this. Doing something so simple, and small, yet something that could be so impactful once done. It made him smile as he sat down on the piles of trash.

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After another hour had passed, Izuku was panting. His white shirt resting on a piece of metal. His tank top soaked in sweat. His entire body drenched in sweat by this point. His arms, and legs aching.

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Picking up his shirt, he put it on. Looking back at the pile of trash he made. It still didn't amount to anything with the amount of trash on the beach. But it was a start.

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Clink-SCREEEEEEEEECH

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Izuku spun around, seeing a part of his pile of trash all fall off, crashing into the sand. Which made him sigh. "Oops! Sorry bout that!" A pink haired girl spoke loudly, peaking her head up from behind the pile of trash.

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The large steampunk-style goggles she wore on top of her head sticking up. Her pink shoulder length hair in dreadlocks. And short stature with breasts and hips that looked weirdly uncomfortable for her size. Wearing a black tank top, and large baggy sweatpants. Her wide smile slightly unnerving. Her slightly muscular build having little definition. And her wide, sloped upwards eyes looked like scoped lenses. Her pupils a yellow with a cross in the center.

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"Uh...Hello?" Izuku spoke a little confused, walking around the pile of trash he'd just finished. Seeing her rummaging through the trash, on her hands and knees tossing some pieces of trash over the pile. "Have you seen any long pieces of metal! I need one for my Babies!"

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She spoke loudly while continuing to rummage through the trash. Uh-What. Babies? Izuku thought to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh...Yeah I think there's one somewhere here..." Izuku spoke while looking around. "Will this do?"

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He asked while walking over to a small, short, aluminum bar that was a little bent. The girl picking up her head, and running over to the bar. Snatching it from his hands. "Haha! Yes! This will be perfect for my next Baby!" Next????

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Izuku thought to himself, a visible look of confusion on his face. "Thank you for finding this! I will be back soon!" She spoke before running off, leaving Takoba beach. Izuku just sighing. "Couldn't have told me your name at least?" Izuku mumbled to himself.

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Opening his front door, he walked inside, sitting down on the couch. His body still ached a little from the pushing, carrying, pulling, and lifting he did earlier. So he decided against training. Over exerting himself would be a bigger problem.

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A Few Hours Later.

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Izuku knocked on the door, which opened. Revealing Itsumi staring at him. "Come on in." She spoke nonchalantly, stepping to the side. Letting Izuku walk in her apartment. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I've been busy recently." She spoke while putting her hands in her pockets.

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"Oh, it's fine. I get it. Trust me." Izuku responded while rubbing his head, making his way to the usual room. Walking inside to see it was still the same. Workout equipment, blankets on the walls to cover the mattresses that lined them. The usual mat in the center of the room.

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"How you holding up? I know with your mom and everything." Itsumi asked while leaning back against the mattress lined wall. "Eh...I'm alright. Physically I feel fine. And I'm about as stable as I normally am." Izuku shrugged, which got a small laugh from Itsumi.

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"Good to hear, now come on. Let me kick your ass." She spoke with a grin, pushing herself off the wall, walking towards Izuku. Her eyes widening as she leaned back, stepping away to avoid a spinning back kick thrown by Izuku. "Ooooh...Nice one." She grinned, running at Izuku.

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40 Minutes Later. Izuku was spinning a wooden staff between his hands. Making an infinity motion with his left hand, switching his hold over to his right hand and doing the same motion. "So, is there anything else really to learn with this stuff? I feel like there's not a whole lot I can do with a long stick."

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Izuku spoke casually, stopping the staff, resting it at his side. "Well there's an absurd amount to know, like everything else. But I figured I'd just show you the basics if you ever wanna pick it up more seriously. But my personal favorite choice is knives." Itsumi spoke while pulling a knife out from her pocket. Flipping it.

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"Oh yeah, we haven't practiced that in a bit." Izuku set the staff down on the floor, catching the knife she tossed to him.

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20 Minutes Later.

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Itsumi twisted to the right, moving her fist in the motion of a punch to izuku's stomach. "You wanna hold the knife in a reverse grip, with the blade facing out. And just throw a punch, but don't aim for their body. Instead like..." Itsumi thought about it for a moment.

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"Oh! I got it. Think of it like your trying to cut a large rope. You can't hit the rope with your fist, cause that's not gonna do anything. So with the knife, you aim right beside it, so the blade makes contact instead."

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Itsumi pressed the blade lightly against izuku before pulling it back a little. "And then you follow through with sort of a hook movement to create the cutting motion." Itsumi demonstrated doing the same motion she just mentioned.

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"Then you flip the knife into a forward grip. And pull your arm back." Itsumi moved as she talked, flipping the knife, and pulling her arm back. "Now if someone tries to throw an overhand, a straight, hook, cross, jab, anything. You can just raise whatever arm is on the same side. Grab the back of the neck. And their done."

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Itsumi lifted her left arm, grabbing the back of Izuku's neck. And moving the knife forward a little, avoiding his skin. "What about if they tried using their other hand?" Izuku asked while staying in the same position. "Well it won't matter, they'd be too slow to do anything outside of just grabbing your arm. And then it comes down to just who has the most strength."

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Itsumie stepped back, flipping the knife between her fingers. "I get it..." Izuku mumbled to himself as he thought about it. "Anyways kid we've already been at it for over an hour. I need to sleep soon." Itsumi spoke up while putting the knife in her pocket.

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"Oh yeah...Guess I'll swing by tomorrow. Or maybe in a few days." Izuku spoke while walking back, leaving the room. "And Next time it wont be 20-0!" Izuku yelled as he walked out of her apartment. Which made her laugh a bit. "No way." She mumbled to herself. Leaving her training room.

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Izuku was sitting in his room, scrolling through articles on his computer. Looking over, seeing it was 11:00PM. Getting out of his chair, he walked over to his closet. Putting on a black hoodie, black gloves, black torn up jeans, and black combat boots.

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Crouching down, he pulled out a small box under some clothes. Opening it, he grabbed the dark green, black streaked mask. And he grabbed the 2 crowbars inside. Sliding them through the self adjusted belt loops on his pants. Wide enough to fit the crowbars.

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He opened his window, and slowly climbed down. Landing on the sidewalk with a soft thud of his feet. Pulling his hoodie up, he put the mask over his face. Putting his hands in the pocket on his hoodie. Keeping his head down as he made his way into an alleyway.

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Izuku climbed up a fire escape, and made his way up to the roof of the small building. Walking over to the edge, he stared up at the taller building next to it. Too high for him to reach up normally. Crouching down, he jumped up, grabbing onto the ledge and pulling himself up.

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This was how he'd get on top of higher buildings that didn't have fire escapes. He'd find a small building, and work his way up nearby buildings. Unless the tall building was just an outlier. Then he was fucked.

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Izuku walked up to the edge of the building, crouching down a little, resting his arms on his knees. He needed to make his way into the Naruhata area. As it was still his best bet at finding that van.

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Looking down, he opened his phone, lifting his mask. Staring at the red dot that was currently stationary. He'd been tracking and observing the car these past nights. After it got that one girl he helped, it would occasionally drive around. But it wouldn't try to pick anyone up again.

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The man who'd drive it was a tall, short yellow haired man with a small scar on his left cheek. And even though he looked for hours, Izuku couldn't find who he was unfortunately. So he just stuck to stalking the man at night.

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Putting his phone in his pocket, he pulled his mask back down. Jumping from the ledge he was on to the similarly heighted building nearby. It wouldn't take him too long to reach Naruhata. As his apartment was pretty close to the district.

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45 Minutes Later.

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Izuku was walking across a rooftop. Looking down at his phone, the car still hadn't moved at all. And there wasn't really anything going on right now. No fights, no robberies, nothing really. But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't peaceful.

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Walking across another rooftop, Izuku's patrolling went smoothly. It had been 2 hours since he came out here, and nothing much has gone on. But he was still sweeping through the area, trying to find that damn van.

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He'd cleared about 20 percent of the Naruhata district. Over the nights, he could've gotten more. But he was busy being lost in his own mind usually. The sound of glass shattering coming from below.

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Looking down over the edge, Izuku saw a man in a hoodie run out of a store. Carrying a bag of cash. Briefly seeing which direction he was going. He spun around, and ran across the roof he was on. He made his way down an alleyway.

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The man was running down the street, grinning, not caring that a few bills flew out of the bag. Rounding a corner, he ran past and alleyway. But his eyes widened upon feeling a deep pain in his stomach. Being sent back on his ass, he slammed into the floor.

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Letting go of the bag, staring up as he pushed himself up quickly off the ground. Seeing a person dressed up in a black hoodie, and a green, admittedly creepy mask. Raising his hands, a grin spreading across his face.

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"Come on..." He spoke quietly, seeing the person was holding a crowbar.

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Izuku stared at the man, clutching the crowbar in his hand tightly. He ran forward, the man swiping his hand forward. A burst of flames coming towards his face. Ducking down, Izuku wrenched his right arm back, about to swing the crowbar. But another burst of flames made him jump back.

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Staring at the man, he saw smoke coming out of his mouth. And some smoke coming out from under his fingernails. Flame quirk... Izuku thought to himself, both of them standing still. Waiting for the other to move. This time, the man made the first move. Running forward.

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Swiping his hand forward, he sent another burst of flames towards Izuku. Who ran out of the way. Switching his grip, the end of the crowbar smashing into his forearm, causing a small crack in the bones. Making the man yell in pain. Swiping his arm to the right, he only got another quick stab with the end of the crowbar to his leg.

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This making him take a knee, his calf aching. It was just a blunt object, but with enough speed, it felt like actually being stabbed. Even though it was just hitting against his skin.

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He went to swing his left arm to the right, but Izuku adjusted his stance. To one someone would have if they would hit a baseball. And he wrenched his arms back. SMASH

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The man fall back into the sidewalk, unconscious. His body folded slightly as he bounced a little on the floor. Izuku flipping the crowbar, put it back on his hip. Walking back and picking up the bag of cash, and pulling a large Zip-tie from his hoodie pocket.

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Tying the man's wrists behind his back, and dragging him back to the store he ran from. Tossing the bag of cash through the broken window, onto the counter of the store. And running away, leaving the girl who worked there to call the police.

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Sitting on the edge of a building, Izuku saw the sun starting to come up. He was out here longer than he thought. Nothing else really happened outside of that small store robbery. Sighing, Izuku stood up. Rubbing the back of his head.

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Time To Head Home.

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Izuku was sitting on his chair, tapping his feet on the floor. Staring at his computer screen, a page pulled up which was focus on one man. The Hero Killer: Stain.

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Looking over to the right, Izuku stared at the pictures, sightings, mentions, and names all either printed on paper, or written out.

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Getting up from his chair, Izuku walked over to the wall, which had all the notes and information lied out. With tacks and red rope for significant connections between information. Blue rope for minor connections, and black rope for dead ends.

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Staring at the wall, Izuku's eyes landed on one name out of the dozens laid out.

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"The Hero Killer: Stain. Real Name-"

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Earlier the same day.

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Izuku walked out of the shower, rubbing the back of his neck, staring at himself in the mirror. Staring dead into the eyes of that brat behind him. Who just stared back with an indifferent expression.

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Sighing, Izuku walked out of the bathroom, going into the bedroom. Changing into his work clothes. Putting his black hoodie into his backpack. Slinging it over his shoulder, and putting his shoes on.

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Walking out of his apartment, he walked down the stairs. Jumping on his board, skating down the street like always. The day last night wasn't too eventful. So his mind was mostly preoccupied on finding the best route to his next patrol.

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He still had no luck finding that Fucking van. But the car was still stationary. In fact it hadn't moved almost at all since the last kidnapping. So he'd probably investigate that tonight.

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Walking into the Cafe, the bell chiming a little as the door opened. His mind never leaving his train of thought even after he swept, mopped, and opened the store. "Hey."

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Hawks spoke, walking like always. Izuku making his coffee. "What's up?" Izuku responded with sliding the coffee across the counter to him. Which made him in turn slide some bills, and coins across the counter over to Izuku.

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"Nothing much, just have to go do some boring meetings. And couple press conferences. The plague of my existence really." Hawks spoke while walking out, which made Izuku laugh a bit. But he started to think about something.

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Izuku was walking out of the Cafe. His shift having just ended, and he was staring down at his phone. Reading article, after article about the hero killer. I wonder if...He could train me... Izuku thought to himself.

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He knew it was a long shot so far it could reaching fuckin Canada at best, but considering he himself was now doing vigilante work, maybe they could connect on some level...Ignoring the fact he Might just put a katana through his stomach.

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After awhile, Izuku was skating up to the school. Getting there a little earlier than usual. Going back to his house to change into his school clothes like always. But he decided to try using a few alleyways that would work with his skateboard.

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And although it was sketchy and risky at best, he made it work. Getting to school at a normal ass time for once.

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Izuku walked into the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck. Opening his locker, grabbing an unnamed, untitled book. Opening it inside his locker, making sure to cover any view inside with his body.

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The book containing remakes of the notes he'd made on his previous book, having just torn out the pages, and replaced the printed pictures. The sketches of cars on the first page, the second page having the same image of the car like usual.

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Flipping through to a new page, Izuku jotted down something. Hero Killer: Stain. Possible Mentor? Izuku wrote down quickly before shutting the book. Sticking it behind some junk in his locker before shutting it. Sighing.

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Walking into his first class, taking the test papers. Quickly answering each question on the test, and solving every math problem without any struggle. And when he turned it in early, he got a perfect score.

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Sitting back down, Izuku opened his phone under his desk. And he opened and article about the most recent victim of the hero killer. The North side of Naruhata. Turning his hand over, he wrote that down on his arm, hiding it with his sleeve.

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Opening the next page, which was the previous victim before that one. This murder being in the north area of Japan. One izuku didn't know the name of, simply just cause he'd never gone there. But they didn't put the name likely for investigative reasons.

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But as he kept looking through each murder, going from the newest. His 16th victim. All the way to his 3rd. Unable to find anything on the first two. It almost seemed like he was making a line through Japan.

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The earliest kill he could find was in the south side of Japan. And slowly trailed up to the west side, and going up to the north side, before now ending in the east.

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The bell rang loudly, knocking Izuku out of his staring. He'd keep investigating this until he at least got an answer.

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Going through his next few classes, which were pretty boring to say the least. But he walked into the Cafeteria, grabbing his tray. Once he got his food, he sat down at his usual table. Away from everyone.

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"Hey Izuku!" Koharu spoke cheerfully, sitting down at the same table. Lifting his head, Izuku smiled. "What's up Koharu?" Izuku slid his phone into his pocket, underneath the table.

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"I figured out something we could do for the project. We'll make it about support items for hero work!" She spoke enthusiastically, which just made Izuku smile a bit more. "What do you mean, like an essay, or build a support item?"

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Izuku asked while resting his head on his palm. Koharu visibly looking away, shying in on herself. "Yeah...About that...I want to build something, but...I don't...Know...How. Heh..." She anxiously laughed a bit, rubbing the back of her neck.

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"Come over later, I can figure something out." Izuku spoke nonchalantly, as if what he just said wasn't a massive deal. "You can make support items?" Koharu's face straightened out, then widened in a confused manner.

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"Well, no. But I'm a quick learner. Just give me an idea and I'll whip something up." Izuku took a bite of his food, drinking some of the milk. Koharu's face snapping back to normal. "Huh...Could you maybe...Make like...A flame thrower?"

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Izuku nearly spit out his food at her words. "Huh?" Izuku mumbled quietly, his face turning pale as a ghost. "Yeah...I'll try..." Izuku spoke quietly, his entire body turning white and waving back and forth like a piece of paper as he crumbled under imminent defeat.

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"Ah! I-if that's too complicated, I-I can give you something else!" Koharu quickly added, waving her hands back and forth worriedly. Izuku staring at her, taking another bite of his food. "Don't worry, I'm just being dramatic. It shouldn't be too hard to Figure out."

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Izuku internally was currently losing his shit. HOW THE FUCK AM I GONNA MAKE A FUCKING FLAME THROWER!?!?!?!??

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Izuku waved Koharu bye as he walked away, going towards the direction of his house while she went to hers.

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Izuku walked into his apartment, and immediately went into his bedroom. Opening his computer, looking up ways to first make a fire. Scrolling through page after page, every method was too inefficient. or too inconsistent. He needed something quick and reliable.

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Izuku's eyes widened, a the ceiling light flickering above his head. Quickly getting out of the chair, He ran out of his house. This was genius. He just needed to find a way to make it work.

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Izuku walked onto Takoba beach, carrying a bag of a few items. Some hairspray, a lighter, the liquid adhesive he never used brought from home. And some string's of different color.

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Izuku made a small area from the trash pile, sitting down and laying all the items out. Picking up the hairspray and the lighter, flicking the lighter on. And lining the bottle up with it, pressing down on the top and spraying it out.

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The gas that sprayed out of the hairspray can ignited. Creating a decently sized flame. Letting go of the top, the hairspray stopped shooting the gas out. Setting them both down, Izuku thought for awhile. Opening his phone and looking up stuff that likely put him on a watch-list.

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After educating himself on the internal mechanism's of a traditional flamethrower, he set his phone down. Getting up from the ground and he started looking around.

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After around 30-45 minutes of cleaning the beach, and searching through the piles of trash to find the scrap he needed. He got a few things that seemed noteworthy.

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Sitting back down, a slight drop of sweat running down his face. He picked up a small aluminum pipe, which was hollow in the middle. He then grabbed a small cylinder of plastic, connecting it at the edge of the pipe via the adhesive. And connected the lighter just underneath the edge in the same mannor.

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Flicking it once to make sure, the flame above the lighter just barely stuck up from edge of the pipe. Stopping the flame, he then grabbed the bottle of hairspray, and lined it up on the other side of the pipe. He then set it down on the floor.

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Connecting the can of hairspray with the pipe using the adhesive, but he made one more small adjustment. He put a small piece of sheet metal, folded a few times to stop the can from tilting up at all. Connecting it beneath the pipe, and up against the side of the can.

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Standing up, he sparked the lighter with his thumb, sliding his hand around the sort of foregrip he made with the piece of plastic. He put his other hand on the can of hairspray, putting his index finger on the top of it.

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Don't explode please... Izuku thought to himself as he pressed down on the top of the can. The hairspray shooting out, going through the small travel distance to the end of the pipe. The butane inside the hairspray igniting once it touched the flames.

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Causing a small, but decently sized burst of flames to shoot out the other end of the pipe. Taking his finger off the top of the can, the flames stopped. Letting out a sigh of relief, Izuku set the thing down. He made a literal trash-flame thrower.

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Izuku was sitting on the ground after his little experiment. He just needed to know that his idea could work. He could actually come up with a prototype in the coming days, as this was mainly just an alpha test.

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Izuku was scrolling through his phone, looking through hero names. Currently, with him being unable to track down the first two victim's of the hero killer, his next course of action was to see who he was killing. Trying to find any reason as to why he'd kill these people specifically.

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Looking up, he saw the sun was going to set in about an hour. Sighing, he stood up, and grabbed the mini flamethrower, and just to be safe. He simply pulled the top of the can off, making it unable to spray anything.

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Putting the small abomination in his backpack, he started walking home. Mostly looking at his phone while he walked. He'd looked through the histories of 2 victims so far, and he couldn't find any real identifying factors.

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Walking into his apartment, he lightly kicked the door closed behind him, locking his door. He went to his room, seeing his rabbit was asleep on his bed. Walking over to his chair, he sat down, pulling the small flamethrower out. And setting it on his desk. Leaving it for now.

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Izuku ripped another page out of his book, ripping a small section out of it. Writing a hero name across. The Star Hero: Clairvoyance. He couldn't actually find the girl's real name, so he just had to go off of the hero name.

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Picking up the piece of paper, he pinned it lightly on his wall with a tack, and grabbed some red string. Wrapping it lightly around 2 tacks, connecting them. Stepping back, he stared at all the notes, images, names, and criminal cases he could find in the past hour.

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He was able to find a good bit of info on 7 of his Victims. Lining the criminal cases, and lawsuits they had against them underneath. The only thing he could find a connection about them all, is that they all had a lawsuit, or a criminal case against them.

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But that still wasn't enough, so Izuku kept staring. He was missing Something. It couldn't be this simple. But his eyes widened after a moment, coming to a realization. Grabbing some more string, he connected a few specific names to each other.

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After he was done, he stepped back, examining them one last time.

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The Grass Hero: Veld. The Morphing Hero: Photosynthesis. The Cow Hero: Mook. The Blade Hero: Piercer. The Snow Hero: Sleet. The Air Hero: Combust. The Lighting Hero: Thunder Bolt. The common denominator between then wasn't just that they all had criminal cases of some sort.

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Each of them had at least one about sexual assault in some form. Some of them was simply getting to handsy, and others were trying to be swept under the rug to hide the atrocity committed. And Izuku stepped back once more.

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Covering his mouth, he thought for a minute, wondering how he would be able to use this info. After all, there were hundreds of other heroes with charges of similar proportions. How the fuck would he narrow it down?

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Knock Knock Knock

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"Shit." Izuku mumbled to himself, quickly turning around. Looking for something, reaching into his bed, he pulled out a bedsheet. And pinned it up on his wall, making sure it covered all of the writings, images, and notes he made.

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Walking out of his room, he opened his front door. Seeing Koharu. "Hey, what's up?" Izuku asked while rubbing the back of his neck, staring at her. "Hi, uhm I wanted to know how the project is coming along?" She spoke a little nervous.

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A slight smile on Izuku's face as he walked back. "Let me go grab it. W-Wait, huh?" Izuku left her at the door briefly before walking back up to the door. Holding the mini flamethrower he made earlier. Koharu's eyes shooting out of her head.

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"Is that what I think it is?" Koharu asked while trying not to lose her shit about the fact her classmate is carrying a literal fucking flamethrower. "Uh. yeah. It's not even really a prototype though, it was mostly just a test to see if it would even work."

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Izuku spoke casually as he walked out of his apartment, going down the stairs. Koharu following behind him. "So...Does uh...It like, actually work?" She asked a little nervous, half expecting him to say no and yes.

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"Yeah, it's not exactly practical though. Given I just threw some stuff together to make this." Izuku went into an alleyway, and aiming the creation up. Putting his hand on the top of the spray can. Koharu watching as flames flew out the end of the pipe.

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"Woah.........THAT'S JUST A TEST?" Koharu yelled out nervously, putting her hands on her head. Izuku laughing a bit, letting go of the top. He needed to re-attach the top but that wasn't too big a deal to have to do that every time.

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"It'll be more...Safe...Later on. I just didn't both refining the design of this one. If you want, you can help be figure out how to design something like this." This make Koharu's head shoot up. "Oh, uh..." She looked away nervously, holding around where her elbow was.

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"I-I dunno...Problem solving isn't really my thing..." She mumbled out nervously, rubbing her elbow. Averting his gaze. "Oh, I can handle all that stuff. I just need to figure out a simple design to base it around." Koharu's demeanor shifted a little, he body relaxing a bit at his words.

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"Alright...when do we start?" She looked at Izuku, trying to hide her nervousness.

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Izuku and Koharu were sitting down, in his bedroom, dozens of paper's scattered across the floor. Each one having a design that was scrapped on it. "Maybe...Could you make like a disc around the front, to cap off the area that the flame could initially come out of?" Koharu brainstormed to Izuku.

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"Yeah, but I would need to use a proper tubing mechanism to make it propel properly. But...That Might actually work." Izuku spoke calmly, grabbing a new piece of paper. "Could you maybe like...Mount it on your arm or something? To make it more mobile?" Koharu asked while watching Izuku draw another sketch.

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"Exactly what I was thinking. Cause I need something that's compact, and flexible." Izuku drew out a sketch of the next thing he thought of. "I could use string as a sort of pully mechanism, to first activate it. And I could make a sort of barrier around my arm for everything to fit inside." Izuku mumbled as he drew. A habit he had.

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Koharu watching with intrigue, watching him sketch out the thing metal around an arm. String and rope connected to a bottle of hairspray. And a small blowtorch. A tube running across the bottom, underneath where the wrist would be. The level of detail in once sketch was honestly astonishing.

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He finally finished the sketch with one last stroke of his pen. Titling it underneath. "Flame burst. Beta Mk1." "Alright, that should give me a good outline to start construction tomorrow." Izuku smiled, standing up and setting the paper down on his desk.

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"You're really good at drawing..." Koharu spoke softly as she looked over the previous iterations of their combined ideas. They had sat for over an hour just brainstorming stuff.

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"Thanks, I draw heroes a lot so I've had a bit of practice." Izuku spoke while slowly swiping all the pieces of paper up, Koharu getting to her feet and standing. Both of them leaving his room, and Koharu walked out the front door. Only to turn around.

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"I...I-uh. I had a lot of fun today...Maybe we could...do this again, sometime?" Koharu spoke a littler nervously, looking down a little. A small, barely noticeable amount of blush creeping across her face. "Here, just call if you ever want to hang out."

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Izuku handed her a small piece of paper he wrote his phone number on. Which she took shyly. "Yeah...I'll give you a call." Koharu smiled a bit, and she waved Izuku bye as she walked off. Izuku watching as her parents pick her up. Nice car... Izuku thought to himself.

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Walking back into his apartment. Izuku walked into his room, pulling the blanket down the wall. Staring at his notes once more. He figured out the connection between victims. Now he needed to know the man he was looking for.

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Sitting down in his chair, Izuku was sketching on a piece of paper. He had to learn how to artificially brighten an image, because the only picture he could find of stain was a dark, grainy photo. And increasing the brightness of it only have him a few small details to work with. But he could just do math to figure the rest of it out.

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After around 15-20 minutes of sketching, he drew what he believed the man to look like. His head a little above average in terms of size. His long, sharp chin making his head look almost like an upside down triangle. If Izuku had to guess, he'd just chalk it up to something with his genetics. Likely not caused by a mutation quirk as it was something so minor.

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But regardless, He had a face to go by now. So he started searching. Considering he was able to kill pro heroes, some of them like the Star Hero being pretty fucking strong at that. He clearly trained for this. But he needed to know how he figured out where the heroes would appear.

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Taking a long shot, after finding no connections, or leads. He decided to search up hero school records. Maybe. Just. Maybe. And after searching for nearly and hour. His eyes widened, staring at his screen. Lifting the sketch he drew, holding it next to a hero course student.

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Immediately, Izuku opened a new tab on his computer, and started vigorously searching through the hero school's records. Finding that he dropped out of the hero school just one year after joining.

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And not too long after, he was seen as a street activist. Being mostly described as a lunatic. Preaching that the word hero had lost it's name and meaning. But his words never caught on.

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Staring at the screen, Izuku tapping his foot on the floor. Sitting in his chair. He looked over at all his notes. And connections he made with the various strings.

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Slowly getting up, he stared at the wall, having added one new name to it.

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"The hero Killer: Stain. Real Name: Chizome Akaguro."

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Staring at the wall, Izuku snapped out of his staring. Walking over to his computer. He needed to find out when the next attack would happen. So he started looking through recent hero records.

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Stain's patterns of victims were a little strange, but consistent. He would kill a few people in one district, and move onto the next. But he was on-route to Musutafu. And If Izuku lined the days correctly. Tonight had a good chance at being the one.

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Glancing at the time, Izuku looked over at the clock. Seeing it was 11:57PM. Getting out of his chair, he walked over to his closet. Putting his hoodie on, getting his torn pants on, changing into his combat boots and gloves. And taking his mask, and crowbars out of the box beneath his clothes.

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Climbing out of his window, he put his hoodie over his head, putting his mask on and not bothering to lean down. Running across the street and climbing over a gate blocking an alleyway, If he was gonna find Stain. He was gonna need to be fast. He couldn't narrow who the next victim was, so it would just be a roll of the dice.

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Izuku climbed up the fire escape nearby. Getting on top the roof of the building. And he started jumping across rooftops like usual. Patrolling Musutafu for a change. Which predictably. Didn't have a whole lot going on.

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But Izuku could feel it. He Wasn't fast enough. He was too Slow.

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Izuku slowed down on top of a building. Pausing for a moment. He stood in the center of the roof he was on, and out stretched his arms a little. Closing his eyes.

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He'd wanted to try something these past few days but never had a reason to give it a shot. But he decided to give it a go.

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Taking slow, deep, calming breaths. He focused on himself for a minute. He never told anyone this, in fact. No one knew about this except his mom. But he had this thing where he could control the muscle fibers in his body with precise accuracy. He never figured out why though.

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He's been able to do this for awhile, but he never had much use for it. Outside of balancing better. And whenever he'd ask his mom she'd always just say that he was either special, or that he had a Gift Whatever that meant.

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But recently, he's had a few speculative thoughts. Theories about this weird thing he could do. And he's surprised he'd never thought about it until now. But he wanted to try something.

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Maybe he could control more than just his muscle fibers...Maybe...His organs as well?

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Izuku spent a minute or two standing still, calming himself. And he made sure to remember the feeling of manipulating his muscle fibers. And he imagined that feeling traveling across his arm. Through his shoulder, past the lungs, and into his heart.

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67-BPM. 70-BPM. 78-BPM. 86-BPM 103-BPM. He could control his heart-rate consciously. But that gave him another idea. Calming his heart back down to its resting BPM.

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He focused that feeling further down his body, going down past the kidney, briefly grazing his stomach. Until he stopped it at his kidneys. Going just above them, he focused on splitting that feeling into two sections. Covering both sides of his kidneys.

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Taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly. He stimulated that part just above his kidneys. His Adrenal glands. After a moment, Izuku opened his eyes. Feeling his vision almost get a little sharper, his breathing getting a little heavy for a moment. His pupils dilating a little.

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This was it. What he hypothesizing. He could control whether or not adrenaline pumped to his body. That's why he was so strong when fighting that monster before.

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Lowering his arms, he slowly moved at first, getting used to this new feeling. Making sure to keep stimulating his adrenal glands only by a small amount. Producing a tiny amount of adrenaline at a constant rate.

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Walking slowly forward, he crouched down, hopping from one roof, to a lower roof. Landing on his feet without much trouble. Walking forward, he sped up a little. Jogging up to the next edge of the building, jumping off, and climbing onto a higher roof.

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This felt so weird, but he was getting the hang of it. HIs breathing was clamed again, and he was getting more comfortable splitting the focus he had on his body. Eventually, he started running across the rooftops. jumping from one to another like before.

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But something felt off. Like he was almost...Faster. Like his top running speed improved a bit. Not just that, he was able to jump a little higher too. But suddenly. His eyes widened, falling over on his side. Holding his stomach. Barely managing to breathe in and out.

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Coughing as he wheezed in and out. He had some sort of time limit with this. And he overused it.

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By pumping adrenalin into his body, he was working over-time unnecessarily. Thus, causing a backlash to his body once it reaches it's limit. 1 minute, and 27 seconds.

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Humans had evolved Differently Since the advent of quirks. The physiology had changed, the upper limit of a human's strength was far higher than it used to be. Even a regular adult, with simple training would be considered superhuman back in the pre-quirk era.

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But the adrenal gland had evolved to make blood pump for efficiently through the body. But only when the brain was in a heightened state. If it wasn't. The adrenal gland would pump the blood, and expend all that extra blood at once. Causing the usage of more blood than intended.

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Izuku slowly sat up after a few minutes. His body felt almost sluggish, and loose. But after finally taking quite a few heavy breaths. He felt normal again.

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Getting up, izuku rubbed the back of his neck. He needed to be more careful about using that, likely no more than one time in a single day. But he'll work on it tomorrow. he still had a priority tonight.

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Izuku jumped from rooftop to rooftop again. But having no luck in finding the hero he was looking for. But he heard a commotion from far away, changing his trajectory. He ran towards the noise to his left.

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Hopping on a roof, he slowed down, walking up to the edge of the building. Staring down into the alleyway.

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"You False Heroes...You chase you're own dreams and desires. While claiming to uphold peace." A man slowly flipped a Katana around, holding it in a reverse grip, raising it above a woman in hero attire. The Rock Hero: Andesite. A fitting name.

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You must all be purged... The heroine laid on the cold, hard ground. Laying in a pool of her own blood. He head to the side, she couldn't move her body. But she looked up, seeing the outline of someone standing on the roof. Her lips quivering as she mouthed the words. "Help M-"

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The man slammed the Katana in the back of the heroine's head. The blade cutting into her brain, killing her instantly. Izuku stared down at the alleyway, watching the events unfold with bored, uncaring eyes. She had 3 sexual assault cases, and 7 physical assault charges that all went nowhere.

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This was him for sure. The Hero Killer. Izuku watched as the man slowly walked forward, going deeper into the alleyways. Izuku following suite.

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Izuku noting his outfit. A black combat suit, with metal covering his torso. Which had a hold for his katana, which he carried on his back, and knifes which he carried basically everywhere. His suit having no sleeves, but he had slightly worn-out bandages going from just under his shoulders, all the way down to his wrists. Which he had dark, extended wrist pads covering. A watch on his left wrist. His lower half wearing large, loose fitting pants, likely for mobility reasons. But his knees had large, thick metal pads over them. His large boots having steel plating, and large spikes across the soles.

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a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck, a similar colored headband over his head, and a worn, tattered cloth to cover the upper half of his face. His hair unkept, messy, and unwashed. Flowing freely and messily in the wind.

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Izuku followed him for about and hour and a half, wondering where he was going. But to Izuku's surprise, he went into an abandoned building. Which made Izuku pause.

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After a moment of consideration, he climbed down the building he was on. And he silently walked up to the door. Slowly twisting the doorknob, and pushing the door open a little. Only for the jagged, clearly overused blade of a Katana to be placed against his neck.

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"Why are you following me." A raspy, almost strained voice spoke out from the darkness. Unable to see anyone inside. Raising his hand's a little, and opening his arms out in surrender. He spoke up. "I was trying to find you. Cause i-"

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Izuku could barely get more than a few words out, before the mask over his face was cut in half before he could even react, a small cut across the bridge of his nose. Trickling blood down his face, the blade pressing up against his neck again, causing a little blood to trickle down his neck.

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The sound of the mask bouncing slightly off the ground stopping after a moment. But Izuku just stared into the darkness. His cold, empty, almost inviting gaze remaining still. Even under the threat of imminent death. Welcoming it.

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"You're the vigilante from the news...Trying to make a name for yourself?" The Katana pressed harder into his neck, slicing into the second layer of his skin. Nearly reaching his throat. But his eyes didn't so much as move an inch. As if the blade wasn't even there.

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"I want you to train me...I think. The word hero has lost all meaning. I've experienced it first hand...So I want to be the Hero that no-one wants, but that they need. And whether they accept it or not, they'll be forced to see that the pretenses, of this hero society had abandoned them long ago. And has only stayed, as a way to fuel personal greed, and to keep the status quo in place, so the weak stay at the bottom. Needing to be protected from villains created by themselves."

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Izuku spoke calmly, his eyes never moving from one spot. His arms slowly dropping to his sides as he talked. Leaning forward, pressing the blade deeper into his neck. Shrouding most of his face with the darkness. His words coming out naturally without even thinking. Talking from a place he hadn't in years. His Heart.

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Izuku felt the blade slowly be pulled back, the door being pushed open more. And the light seeped into the area. The moonlight letting Izuku see the man face to face. His crimson red eyes staring back into his own, Light, emerald green eyes now dark from the shadows.

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"Follow me."

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Izuku walked behind stain, neither of them even attempting to make any sort of small talk. Not a word to each other.

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But stain would almost every minute glance back at him, as if checking he was still there. Or. More likely, wasn't trying to do anything.

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He followed behind stain, exiting an abandoned building. And after stain led him into an alleyway. He turned around, staring at him. "What makes you worth my time?" Stain's gravely voice spoke up.

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"Nothing. All I can offer is my word, and then living up to that." Izuku spoke calmly, staring back into Stain's red eyes. "I need to see what you can do." Stain simply responded, stepping back. "Try to hit me."

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Without hesitation, Izuku ran forward, spinning on his front foot. Sweeping his left leg high into the air, but stain simply jumped back. Avoiding the kick to his head. Izuku spun on his feet, running forward again.

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Getting within striking distance, He threw a flurry of nearly 18 different blows. All of which effortlessly being dodged by stain. His speed was insane. Just from this small interaction, Izuku could tell that he was leagues ahead in terms of speed.

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But Izuku thought he still had the strength advantage. Throwing and overhand right, stain caught it in his palm. Staring disapprovingly at him. "Is This. All you can do?" Stain asked simply, suddenly stepping in. Connecting 3 punches into Izuku.

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He could barely even see him move, he was so fast. Izuku was sent back onto the floor from those three punches. it felt like being hit with a bullet each time, and they were so rapid. How was he ever supposed to hit him?

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Izuku pushed himself up, running back in. Feinting another overhead right, crouching down and attempting a take down at the legs. Only for a right hook to send him into the floor once more.

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Gritting his teeth, Izuku got up again from his side. Running forward, picking up a glass bottle from the concrete, throwing it at stain. Which he predictably dodged. But by moving to the right, he put himself in the perfect position. A heavy side kick coming towards his stomach.

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Izuku's eyes only widened as stain slid his foot across the floor, shifting his weight perfectly, turning his torso to avoid the kick. He then grabbed onto izuku's leg, and lifted him off the ground, and threw backwards him into the wall.

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"You're slow. And weak." Stain spoke simply, staring at Izuku, who was getting up against the wall. Gritting his teeth harder, Izuku pushed himself off the wall. Raising his right arm, he threw a hook. Which was dodged.

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Turning his hand so that the right side of his hand was facing towards Stain, He threw his arm to the right. Attempting a second side strike. Which stain blocked, but Izuku wrapped his arm around the back of stain's head. Pulling him down.

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Only for stain to grab his arm, and dislocate his shoulder. Izuku blinked in pain, only to see a gloved fist coming towards his face before everything went dark.

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Izuku woke up to some water splashing on him, shaking his head, he sat up. "Wake up." Stain spoke from across the room, sharpening one of his knifes. Izuku growled slightly at the pain in his shoulder.

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"Did you really have to dislocate it?" Izuku spoke incredulously. How long was he even out for. "Yes. I've decided your worth training. So consider this your first lesson. Put your arm back into place." Stain stared at him. Waiting expectantly.

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"I haven't had to in awhile...But I think." Izuku mumbled to himself, putting his left arm to his shoulder. And in one sudden motion, through sheer force alone a loud pop rang out from his shoulder.

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"I always hated doing that..." Izuku grumbled, lifting his shoulder, stretching it out after popping it back into place. "Get up." Stain set his knife down, standing up and walking up to Izuku.

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Who got out of the bed he was laying on, rubbing the back of his neck. "Now what?" Stain tossed a few weighted articles of clothing. Noticeably, they were weighted wrist pads, Shoulder pads, knee pads, ankle covers, even a thin, flexible vest to go around his body. All of the equipment probably weighting over 100+ Pounds.

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Izuku nearly falling over from carrying the sudden weight. "Put those on." Stain stepped back, watching Izuku put the pieces of clothing on. He then grabbed a few pairs of resistance bands. Tossing them also to Izuku.

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"Over here." Stain pointed back at 2 large hooks sticking out of the wall. And Izuku walked over. Now looking around, the place wasn't too uninviting. It was a little decrepit yeah. But there was something about it that he liked.

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Stain grabbed the resistance bands, putting them around the hooks. One around where his body was, the other near his legs. And stain forcibly put the resistance band in Izuku's hand. "Reach forward as far as possible." Stain stood infront of Izuku.

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Who did as he was told, reaching his right hand forward. Holding onto the resistance band, which was pulling his hand back. But Izuku grit his teeth, pushing harder. But he was only able to get about half as far as he normally could reach. A comfortable distance from stain.

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"Now hit me." Stain spoke while leaning in, getting closer. Izuku took a breath, wrenching his arm back, twisting his hips, and shifting his weight. Only for the hook he threw to still not even really get close to stain's face.

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But not hearing a stop, Izuku pulled his fist back again, and threw another hook. Which didn't reach him once more. Pulling his fist back, he tried a straight, which got him no where. But his arms were already getting tired, he was so much slower with all this on.

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But regardless, he kept trying to punch stain, over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. Making no progress, in fact. He was getting slower, weaker, his punches not getting the same distance. And to top it all off his muscle's were aching like a bitch.

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"Switch hands." Stain spoke indifferent to Izuku's discomfort. Watching him switch the resistance band from his right hand to his left. And start punching repeatedly. But again, making no progress. And after 4 minutes of punching on the left side, He made Izuku switch back to the right.

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Which he did without a complaint, despite his arm already being sore. Izuku punched repeatedly with his right arm now. His punches barely getting past his body now. No where near where stain's head was. But he kept punching.

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After 6 minutes of getting no where, stain told him to switch back to the left, which he did. Throwing more punches, each one hurting worse than the last. Getting a farther and farther distance from stain's face.

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"Stop." Stain fixed his posture, standing back up. Izuku panting heavily, letting the resistance band pull his arm back a bit. Slipping it out of the band. Putting his hands on his knees, he nearly fell forward. He couldn't even hold his own body up right now.

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"Come on, your not done yet." Stain spoke while walking back, Izuku following, still breathing heavily. His lungs barely getting any air. "I want you to first walk slowly across the tiles laid out. And then I want you to put both feet on the tile. Plant both your feet off of the tile. Stand back on it. And repeat with the next tile."

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Stain demonstrated, stepping on the tile. Stepping off with both feet at the sides of it, before stepping back on, making his way to the next tile. Izuku, finally having caught his breath. Walked across the tiles. Wondering what it was for.

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But once he was done with that, he stepped on the first tile. Planting both his feet down, and stepping off the tiles with both feet Before stepping back on the tile. "Faster." Stain spoke simply, which Izuku obliged.

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Going a bit faster, but he could already tell, his movements were slowed down by the weights. So he couldn't go a big amount faster. But he increased the speed of his movements a little. Doing the next tile slightly faster. "Faster."

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Doing the next tile a little faster. "Faster" Gritting his teeth, Izuku did the next tile even faster, his legs practically capped now at how fast he could move. "Faster." Stain spoke again, crossing his arms. Watching Izuku struggle to keep going at the same speed for more than a few seconds.

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But he didn't speak again, just watching Izuku struggle for an agonizing 20 minutes. Going back and forth across the tiles. Getting slower with each loop/pass he did. His movements practically going to a literal snails pace.

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But he kept moving, which stain internally took in. Keeping quiet. "Come here. Last one." Stain spoke while walking away. Izuku stepping off the tiles. Stumbling a little forward as he walked. Trying to keep his balance, his ankles, calf's, thighs, they all burned.

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"Lay on your back." Stain pointed at the ground, which Izuku did. Watching stain set a few weight's over his feet. the dumbbell's keeping his feet on the floor. "Sit ups." Stain crossed his arm's, standing in front of Izuku. Watching him struggled to sit up from the ground without his hands.

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The added weight was already a challenge, but now. Fatigued, tired, and weak, with extra weight. He could only do about 7-9 before he was doing half reps. And for the next 15 minutes, stain simply watched like before. Watching him struggle, strain, and try to do more Sit ups.

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Being able to do 3 full extra ones over the time, but stain took the weights off his feet. "Take off the weights." Stain spoke calmly, Which made Izuku lay back on the floor. Resting for a moment before turning over onto his stomach. Getting to his knees.

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Taking the wristbands off, followed by the shoulder pads, knee pads, ankle covers, and the weighted vest. Sighing, Izuku pushed himself up. Stumbling slightly before walking up to stain. Who was standing by the hooks again. "Grab the band."

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Izuku did-so without a complaint, walking up to the hooks, grabbing the resistance band. And stain walked in front of Izuku again. Watching him struggle to punch again. The cycle of training repeating.

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30 Minutes Later.

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Izuku was sitting on the floor. Stain staring down at him. "You have conviction...I'll train you into a true hero." Stain spoke calmly, extending a hand down to Izuku. Who was on his hands and knees, heaving.

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Looking up, Izuku reached up, Taking stain's hand. Who helped him to his feet.

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"Now...Go rest."

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Izuku got up after around 40 Minutes. Stain not even looking back at him as he left, still just sharpening his knives.

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Izuku climbed onto a rooftop again, his muscles certainly didn't feel good. But he could move around semi-normal. So he ran across the rooftops. It was still night time, which meant he hopefully had some time to go home and sleep, as he was fucking exhausted.

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His phone was dead, so making his way back was a bit of a pain. But thankfully, he didn't encounter any criminals tonight as he ran. His cut in half mask resting in the pocket of his hoodie.

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30 Minutes Later.

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Izuku plopped down on his bed, sighing. Staring up at the ceiling. He could maybe get 1 hour of sleep in tonight, but he still couldn't sleep all that well. So he laid there, silently, trying to fall asleep. But alas, nothing.

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Izuku got dressed into his usual work attire, this time wearing his gray shirt instead. And he filled his rabbit's bowl back up before walking out of his apartment. Leaving his skateboard.

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Izuku walked into an alleyway, climbing up a fire escape. Getting onto a roof like usual. And after concentrating for a second. He stimulated his Adrenal Glands. And just like before, he started running. For a minute he was fine, but eventually, he fell to his knees.

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Putting his hands on the ground, he panted. Looking down at the time, it was 5:31. Just ticking over a minute. The time he ran with his acceleration thing grew a bit longer, now allowing him to run using it for about 1:56. But he knew he could get it longer, he just had to be patient.

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Walking into the Cafe. He swept, mopped, and opened the store. Walking around the counter, and turning on the machines. He was trying to think of the best way to build the school project. The main priority he had was to make it functional, but he needed to focus on making it compact.

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"Yo, make me 2 today." Hawks spoke while walking into the shop, the bell chiming quietly. "Got it." Izuku spoke while spinning around, and after a brief moment, he spun around again. Tossing the 2 coffee's to Hawks.

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Who caught them without much effort, and in turn, tossed some cash and coins to Izuku. "Catch ya later." Hawks spoke while walking out of the Cafe. Izuku sighing.

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A Few Hours Later.

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Izuku walked into the Cafeteria. Spending most of the time in his classes on actually trying to develop his flame machine. Which was proving to be a pain in his ass, as he had no experience with building anything.

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"Hey Izuku." Koharu spoke while sitting down at the table across from him. "Hey Koharu..." Izuku briefly looked up, before looking back down at the paper he was writing on. "I've been re-doing the schematics for the project all day...I think I got it figured out though. I just need to go buy some stuff."

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Izuku spoke while continuing to scribble on his paper. He'd been able to get the design a bit sleeker, and thinner, which was the more important aspect. The best case would be if he could get it to fit on the under side of his arm only.

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"Hey, Izuku?" Koharu spoke up a little, which made Izuku raise his head. Staring at her. "Yeah, what is it?" Izuku spun his pen between his fingers, waiting for a response. But he could tell she was visibly nervous. Even if trying to hide it.

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"Do uh...You wanna, hang out...After school?" She spoke a little quiet, rubbing the back of her neck. "Oh yeah, sure. There's that new park not too far, wanna hangout there?" Izuku spoke nonchalantly, spinning his pen between his fingers still. Koharu shrinking in on herself a little.

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"Uh...Yeah." She took a bite of her food to avoid saying anything else, and Izuku went back to drawing and writing in his book. Trouble shooting more and more things. His best bet for a fuel source was Butane. But storing it was it's own issue. But. he did have Giran to ask.

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Not to mention he'd need to essentially use a canister of butane, pump it through and exit out of a tube. Which he needed to figure out how to control, not just letting the gas fly out everywhere. But he was already coming up with variable choices.

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A pully system, by pulling a string, he could open and shut a hatch to open and close the tube. An automatic system, by pressing a button or something, he could use small hydraulics to push and close the tube. Or connect the opening and closing of the tubing with the trigger.

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All of them seemed like hell to make work, but he could figure it out. He still had a few days to get it done, and that should be plenty of time.

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Izuku walked out of the school, finishing his final class with Koharu. Both of them walking down the street towards the park he mentioned before. Looking over, he notice Koharu putting the hat he bought for her on.

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"Hey, you had the hat this whole time? Why didn't you wear it in there?" Izuku asked casually, looking at her. Both of them now walking on some grass.

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"I-It's embarrassing..." She mumbled quietly, her face blushing a bit, shrinking in on herself again. Fiddling with her own hands as she tried not to freak out.

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"Fair." Izuku spoke while walking over to a bench, sitting down, Koharu taking a seat next to him. "Hey, i never asked but. What's your favorite hero? Since you have so many drawings of them." Koharu relaxed a little into the bench, trying to break the ice.

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"Uhm...Huh. Let me think..." Izuku mumbled, recessing into his mind for a minute. Until he snapped his fingers. "I'd probably say either Mirko, or this underground hero Eraser-Head." Izuku leaned back into the bench.

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"Underground hero?" She asked a little confused, turning to Izuku. "Yeah, some heroes. If they don't want a bunch of attention, or the spot light of someone like all might. They go underground so to speak, and mostly do work at night. rarely making public appearances."

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Izuku leaned forward a little, crossing his arms. "Why is he one of your favorites?" Koharu asked while leaning towards him a little. Not realizing it.

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"Uh, well. I guess it's his quirk. Cause from what i can tell, his quirk basically works by looking at someone. And when he does, the person's quirk gets like deactivated. So he kinda like level's the playing field with it."

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"Really? I didn't even think quirks like that existed..." Koharu mumbled, her eyes a little widened in surprise. "In France, we have less heroes, but the quirks they have are kind of stupidly strong."

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Izuku raised an eyebrow, looking over at her. "You guys don't have a lot of heroes? Yeah, like for instance, the strongest hero we have is...I think The Day Hero: Sunray. She can use solar ray's from the sun to generate power I think."

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"Oh. The international one? Yeah! You know about her?" She asked with a smile, her eyes brightening up. "Yeah, I'm kind of a hero nerd. So I know a lot of heroes, even outside of Japan." Izuku rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

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They both continued their back and forth for awhile, until they both got up. Walking out of the park. ]

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Making their way back to his house, Izuku briefly went inside and came back out. Holding his skateboard. "You said skating sounded fun right?" Izuku asked while flipping the board in his hands.

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"But what if I fall..." Koharu mumbled anxiously while rubbing the back of her neck. "You won't. Just trust me." Izuku spoke while walking down the street, Koharu following behind him. "Uh, isn't the skatepark the other way?"

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"I know a better spot." Izuku smiled as he walked with her for awhile, until they went underneath a bridge. Which no one else was under, and there was a few semi-ramps. Railings, and long stretches of smooth stone.

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Koharu shakily stepped onto the board, waving her arms back and forth as she put both feet on the skateboard. Wobbling around. "IM GONNA DIE-IM GONNA DIE-IM GONNA DIE!" She cried out while trying to balance.

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Izuku put a light hand on her back, his other hand gently holding her arm. "Relax...Geez...Just give it a minute, you'll get used to the tilting of the board." Izuku spoke calmly, a subtle smile on his face, his words and light assistance calmed her down slightly. But she was still wobbling and nearly falling over.

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After around 4-7 minutes, she finally stopped freaking out. Her legs being more stable on the board. "See? there you go." Izuku spoke while slowly taking his hands away from her. Letting her balance on the board on her own.

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"This is still scary..." She spoke up while standing still, her arms resting at her sides. "Alright, now, I'm gonna push you forward." Izuku spoke while getting behind her again, and placing one hand on her back, the other back on her arm. Keeping his touch as little as possible. Forcing her to rely on her own balance instead of his assistance.

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And for around 5 minutes, Izuku pretty much just walked back and forth across the stone. Helping Koharu balance. Eventually speeding up to a slight jog. And eventually letting go of her after accelerating. Letting her glide across the stone with the board by herself.

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"Alright, now, what you wanna do. You raise your foot, and step on the ground. And just push forward." Izuku spoke while demonstrating his his own foot. Watching her shakily take one foot off the board, and push down off the ground with way too much force. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Koharu yelped as she fell forward.

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Feeling a pair of arm's wrap around her, she already looked completely exhausted as she was stopped from face planting into the floor. "I can't do ittttttt..." She whined out quietly, already feeling defeated.

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Izuku just pulled her back. Picking her up and setting her back on the board. "Look, just put your foot on the ground. And slide it across." Izuku held her as she wobbled on one foot, setting the other on the ground.

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"Now push, and slide a little." Izuku helped her balance as she pushed the skateboard forward. Walking slowly, Izuku followed the board as it rolled forward. "There you go. Now a little harder." Izuku spoke while helping her keep her balance.

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And for the next few minutes, Izuku helped her get her balance. And even taught her how to turn the board, after another mini bout of defeat from her. Izuku stepped back, sitting on the stone. "Alright, go ahead." Izuku spoke loudly, Koharu pretty far away.

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She raised her foot, and pressed down on the stone, pushing the board forward with her foot. And she leaned to the right, turning a little towards Izuku. Coming towards him sort of fast. "Uh! I slide my foot back and shift my weight...RIGHT!???!"

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Koharu blurted out nervously, realizing she still had to stop the board. "Yeah. Up on the tilted part, and stomp down with your foot." Izuku spoke while standing up. Koharu doing so, the board skidding across the stone. Causing the speed to slowly dwindle.

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Until it stopped, and she stumbled off the board towards Izuku. "Woah! I did it!" She exclaimed excitedly, Izuku catching her from falling. Wrapping her arms around him with a wide smile. "Your pretty fast at learning...Not as fast as me though."

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Izuku spoke playfully, pulling her in tighter. Making her laugh, lightly pushing him. "Shut up..." She mumbled. looking up at Izuku. Her eyes widening upon realizing how close she was to him, a blush creeping across her face. "Uh..."

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"You ok?" Izuku asked with a smile, and Koharu quickly slipped out of his hold. Blushing furiously. "Yeah!" She exclaimed, her body rigid and tense. Izuku just smiling, rubbing the back of his head. "Alright..."

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Izuku was relaxing in his room, working on the final schematic for his flame thrower. He finally worked out the design after taking Koharu back to her house. And now he just needed to get his components.

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Getting out of his chair, he put on his trench coat, ripped pants, black boots, and surgical mask. It would be a little risky going out like this during the day, but he needed to make sure Giran recognized him.

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Walking down an alleyway, Izuku turned a corner, seeing Giran leaning back against the wall. "Ah, took you long enough." He spoke with a grin, which just internally annoyed Izuku.

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"Whatever...I need canisters of liquid Butane. Like...3 or 4." His words made GIran raise an eyebrow. Taking a drag from his cigarette. "Butane? Well...Give me like an hour, I'll have it sent to you." Izuku stared at him for a moment.

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"How do you know where I live..." Izuku asked calmly, taking a small step forward. Giran raising a hand up to stop him. "I keep tabs on all my clients. What use is a guy like me if I don't know anything about em?" Izuku stepped back, putting his hands in his trench coat pockets.

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"Just send it when it's ready." Izuku stared at the man, grabbing some cash from his pocket. Handing it to Giran. "I know this is more than enough." Izuku spoke before walking away. Having just handed off 400 Thousand Yen like it was nothing.

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Izuku walked out of the hardware store, holding some plastic, flexible tubing. Some string, a few pieces of wood, varying in size. And a hand held blow torch. Which would make this a bit easier.

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Walking up the stairs of his apartment, he saw a package simply at the front of his doorstep. A small note that says "Free Shipping :p" Picking the box up. He carried it over to Takoba beach, setting it down on the sand and opening the top. Staring at the 4 decently sized canisters of butane.

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Taking one of the canister's out, Izuku saw a note at the bottom of the box underneath the other canisters. Pulling it out, it was attached to a pair of brass knuckles. The letter saying "For you're nightly activities."

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Sighing, izuku just put them underneath the other canisters. Standing up and walking over to the piles of trash. Beginning to clean and sift through them to find suitable pieces of metal.

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After around an hour or so, Izuku added another small piece of sheet metal from the beach onto the small pile he made next to the box. Wiping his forehead, groaning. Lifting and moving everything hadn't gotten easier, it was still just as tiring as when he first started doing this. But he could feel day by day his muscles grow denser.

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Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, rummaging through his new small pile of trash. He needed to make a hold for the canister so it wouldn't slip out. But he very quickly realized he would need his tools for this. So reluctantly.

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He carried all the metal and scrap back to his apartment. Getting plenty of stares from people as he walked by.

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Finally setting all the stuff down on his floor, he sat down for a moment. Sighing. It was times like this that he was relived he chose to only work with police on missions. Otherwise he'd be stuck lounging around all day.

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Ring! Ring! Ring!

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Looking over at his phone, he saw Tsukauchi was calling. With a sigh he picked up his phone, accepting his call. "Yeah what's up?" Izuku spoke while standing up from the floor he was now ripped away from.

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"We have a small drug bust. Meet us inside the station in...an hour." Izuku rubbed his eyes, internally wanting to punch his wall. "Alright." Izuku hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed next to his rabbit.

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Walking into his closet, he put his police uniform on, and grabbed his equipment. Walking out of his apartment, he made his way to the station. Walking inside after about 40 minutes, taking a slow walk instead of rushing.

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Izuku walked into the meeting room, for once not being the last to enter. And after getting de-briefed once the last guy entered, which was pretty boring. He walked out of the building, getting in a car with Tsukauchi.

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"You said we're working with a few heroes?" Izuku asked as Tsukauchi began to drive, a few other cars behind them. "Yeah, specifically an agency. The Nighteye Hero Agency." Tsukauchi spoke calmly.

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"I thought they were already working on a case?" Izuku asked while crossing his arms, leaning forward. "They are. But call it luck that our paths intertwine. They said this guy had something to do with the other guy their chasing. But they wouldn't say who."

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After a silent car ride, they arrived at the place. Being greeted by Sir. Nighteye, and Bubble Girl. And a certainly unneeded crowd around them. A few phones out recording or taking pictures.

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"Glad you're on time as always." Sit Nighteye spoke while walking up to Tsukauchi. His gaze briefly snapping over to Izuku before going back onto Tsukauchi. Both having a brief exchange of words between them, that Izuku didn't really care for.

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And not to mention, Izuku never understood the whole crowd's during villain fights. Sure he'd check them out, but he knew when to just fuck off somewhere else. But these people were braindead for not getting the hell out of here.

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After about a minute, they all converged into one unit. Making their way inside, they quickly detained just about everyone inside. The inside of the small building wasn't even trying to hide the fact that drugs were being manufactured.

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And thankfully. He didn't have to get his hand's dirty like last time.

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Izuku got out of the car from Tsukauchi. "Thank's for taking me home." Izuku spoke while waving Tsukauchi bye, watching him drive off. Walking up the stairs, he sighed seeing the sun was gonna start going down soon.

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Walking into his apartment, he went to his room. Getting changed, and filling the bowl of rabbit food up. Cleaning, and sitting down on the floor. Picking up the thin, long pieces of wood he bought. Cutting them to fit the length of his forearm.

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Grabbing a nail, he grabbed multiple pieces of sheet metal, using his drill to connect them with nails. And after a moment, he grabbed the pieces of wood. And Used some of the adhesive on the metal and the wood. Connecting them, and creating a cylindrical shape to fit around his forearm.

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Slipping it around his forearm, he moved his wrist and forearm around, it wasn't tight. or bulky, it allowed him to move his arm pretty good. So he pulled it off his arm, setting it down. Now to figure out where to store the canister.

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After thinking and trying to rack his brain, he inspected the wood and metal again. His blueprints weren't exactly good. Now he was basically starting from scratch, as the design while working fine on paper. Was functionally impossible.

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But after looking, Izuku saw there was a gap from one side of his forearm to the wood. He grabbed the canister. And quickly tried feeding it into the front of the wood and metal. But it wouldn't fit. The gap was too small.

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His arm blocking the room above, the metal and wood blocking any room below for it to squeeze through. Growling, Izuku took the thing off. Tossing it on the ground. Letting out an exhausted sigh.

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His rabbit jumping across his bed, staring at him. Looking over at his rabbit with defeat. He watched his rabbit jump off the bed, his eyes following the Rabbit's movements.

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His eyes slowly widened, realizing something. He quickly got up, and took apart the cylindrical shape he made with the wood and metal. Instead, he used the pieces of wood to make a small square. Putting a piece of metal underneath, making sure nothing could fall through it.

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He then grabbed a thin bar of metal, which was made of aluminum. And gritting his teeth, he forcibly bent it into a different shape. Making a triangle. Grabbing his drill, he picked up his nails, and after a lot of effort. He drilled the nails into the wood, metal, and aluminum. Connecting them all.

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Grabbing the canister, he put it in the small cage he just made. then sliding his arm underneath the top of the triangle part. His arm fitting neatly into place above the canister. The canister slightly rubbing against his skin. But that was fine.

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He waved and moved his arm around, the cage not moving much around by being so close to his arm. Grabbing another few pieces of wood, he took of the cage, and connected thin, long pieces of wood onto it. And once again, creating the cylindrical shape with the wood and metal around his wrist.

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It almost looked like a splint, or a brace used for a broken bone. But he waved his arm around, grinning. He looked over at his rabbit, who was munching on the food inside the bowl.

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When he watched his rabbit jump by him, he saw the legs of it extend out. Making almost a sideways L shape when seeing it's arms tucked in. By flipping it in his head, he realized he didn't need any extra metal or wood in the middle. He just needed a frame around his arm. A cage to hold the canister, and a cage beneath his wrist to turn the blowtorch on.

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Shaving around half of the design in half, and making it much more effective for movement. The small blow torch he bought already almost fitting inside the other end beneath his wrist, he just had to adjust it.

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Taking it off, he set it down on his desk. He had the frame. He could work on the logistics of producing the flame tomorrow. Walking over to his bed, he laid down. relaxing finally. Today was exhausting weirdly enough.

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But Alas. His alarm rang like always. Getting up, he changed into his hoodie, ripped jeans, boots, and gloves. He decided to leave his crowbars, wanting to just scout the area's he was looking for. He didn't feel like getting in a fight right now...But. He did bring his new knuckle dusters.

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Izuku walked down the street with his hoodie down, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Turning into an alleyway, the usual bouncer he's known moved out the way for him to walk downstairs.

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Making his way down, he looked around, seeing his favorite mask maker. "Hey, uh...Remember when I said I would come back for a repair?" Izuku asked while rubbing the back of his head, walking up to him. His neutral emoji face turning to a shocked one.

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"Nooo...You didn't fuck it up already!" He exclaimed leaning forward, only to see Izuku pull out the mask from his hoodie, which was sliced in half. "DAMN! WHO CUT THIS SO SMOOTH?" He yelled while examining the mask which was in half.

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Glancing up, he saw Izuku had a bandage over the bridge of his nose. And his emoji face on screen turned to a smile. "You know what...Between us...I like what your doing. I saw you on the news...So this one I'll be free too...Just give me till tomorrow."

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He spoke a little quieter, his emoji face morphing into a wink. And then a hand appeared over it, making a shushing symbol over the mouth. "Thanks man...I'll come back tomorrow, same time." They bumped fists as Izuku walked away. Getting dapped up by a few people on his way out.

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His fanbase had grown to a significant size, having around 800 Fans. So the money he'd been stacking up had grown sizeable. Albeit, not a life changing amount. But around 1 to 2 million yen a fight. Which made him consider the idea of buying a new apartment.

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Walking out of the underground building, he made his way down the street. Pulling his hood up. Since he was just trying to scout and stalk places, he decided to just take the metro/subway. As it would be a bit faster getting deeper into Naruhata.

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Walking down into the metro station, he waited for a train, glancing around at the people who were also waiting. Likely people who had job's to over-work themselves with, while others were probably leaving said job. But eventually, the train came. Izuku getting on.

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He rested his arms on his knees, a mother of 2 sitting across from him. Sitting in front of a kid who looked around the age of 7 or so. Looking over, he saw a man sitting down on the other side of the train. His hands twitching slightly.

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Looking the man up and down, he saw his eyes were visibly dilated. He was on something. But as Izuku was looking away, he saw the man open his mouth a little. The tip of the man's tongue was black. Which made his brows furrow.

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"Fucking trigger..." Izuku mumbled to himself, leaning down, ducking his head a little and just staying silent the train ride. After around 20 minutes, the train slowed down to a stop, the doors opening. Lifting his head, his gaze briefly met the boy in front of him. Both of them locking eyes.

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A cold, harsh green in contrast to the innocent, soft blue. Raising a hand, Izuku subtly made a shushing motion over his mouth. Getting up, he walked out of the train station. Keeping his head down.

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The man stumbling off the train, itching his arms. Walking across the cold metro, he didn't notice the hooded person following him from behind. Glancing down, he stared at his pocket while he walked. The outline of a syringe was barely noticeable due to his baggy pants.

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Licking his lips, he slowly reached down to his pocket while walking.

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Izuku walked slowly down the subway, deliberately walking slower than he normally would. Until that guy he saw walked past him, which made him pick up his own pace. Staring at the back of the man with nothing but disdain. Glancing around to the man's left, he saw the feint outline of a cylindrical object in his pocket.

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Watching the man reach down to his pocket, he stepped faster. Taking his hands out of his hoodie pocket, grabbing the man's shoulder. Roughly yanking him backwards, causing him to turn to Izuku. The man only getting to see a pair of metal knuckles flying into his face.

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A loud crack noise ringing out as Izuku let go of the man, his punch connecting with the man's nose. Shattering it entirely. Sending the man onto the floor, he quickly straddled the man's hips. Grabbing a handful of the guy's shirt, raising his fist.

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Sending another punch into the already dazed head of the man, his eyes glazing over as blood smeared across his cheek. Raising his fist again, he brought it down on his face again, another crack ringing out. A few people who were around, too stunned to move. Just watching in horror.

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Izuku continued pummeling the man's face in, punching again. And again. And again. And again. The man's face quickly being covered in his blood, the cracking and crushing sounds only getting more and more gut-wrenching.

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The man having stopped moving by now, Izuku still pummeling his face in. Finally stopping once he noticed a different color fluid coming out of the man's eye socket. But it was quickly turned red to the copious amount of blood. "HEY!"

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Izuku's eyes widened, reaching up with his non bloody hand. Pulling the collar of his hoodie over his face up to his nose. Turning his head back, seeing 2 police men running towards him. "Shit!" Izuku yelled without thinking, quickly reaching into the man's pocket.

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Taking the syringe of drugs, stumbling forward as he ran away from them. One of them giving chase while the other stayed behind to check on the man, Izuku sprinting up a set of stairs. Putting the syringe in his pocket. "STOP!" The officer yelled out, continuing to give chase.

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Izuku turned the left, nearly falling over from slipping on some blood under the soles of his shoes. Running forward, he ran down the long stretch of a wide hallway. Knocking someone over, accidentally running into them.

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Staring forward, Izuku was about to round a corner, but another officer suddenly appeared in front of him. Thinking quickly, he turned to the side, slamming his shoulder into the officer's stomach. Running a bit and slamming his back against a large railing. Knocking him to the floor.

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Turning, he ran up the last set of stairs panting heavily. Finally, being back onto the street, he ran into an alleyway. Jumping a large fence, and slinking into the darkness. Turning around to see another officer peering into the alleyway. Only to see nothing but darkness further down.

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After a few moments of rest, and a going a bit deeper into the alleyways. Izuku finally pulled the collar of his hoodie down. Sighing. Looking around, he saw a half filled water bottle on the ground. Which he picked up, and cleaned up his hand with, washing most the blood off.

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But Izuku leaned back against the wall. Rubbing his forehead. He didn't NEED to do that...But all the trigger cases that have been going around has REEEEAAALLLYYY been testing his patience. He didn't need another one to start the night. Thankfully, that guy was dazed with the first hit. Otherwise that could've ended worse.

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Climbing on top of a dumpster, Izuku jumped, grabbing onto the ladder of a fire escape. Making his way up it, eventually climbing on top of the roof.

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Izuku made his way across the rooftops. Looking around, paying attention to cars. Unsurprisingly, the car he has the tracker on still wasn't moving. Which was strange. But regardless. Izuku just kept scouting the area.

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2 Hours Later.

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Izuku walked up to the edge of a building, sitting down on it, letting his calf's drape over the edge. Opening his phone, he stared down at the page he was reading about the trigger drug.

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Quirk Enhancement Drug: Trigger. What originally started as a way to boost weak quirks into one's viable for hero work, soon turned sour. Villains began using the miracle drug to cause havoc, making their quirks stronger than low level pro's on a whim. While their cognitive functions slowed with continuous use. Eventually becoming mindless, rampaging monsters. Even in rare cases, the drug would fuse with a person's quirk, making it active at all times with enough abuse. Thus, the drug was deemed too dangerous, becoming illegal in most places of the world. Now in Japan, the drug market outside of trigger was much smaller, about 5 years ago an influx of "Instant Villains" Appeared. A stronger version of Trigger became available on the streets. A group of vigilantes appearing alongside as a byproduct. Those doing vigilante work involved now having gone cold all these years. But it was making a resurgence now.

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Izuku lifted his head, hearing a car driving by. But his eyes widened upon seeing the van he'd been looking for this whole time. Quickly getting up from the ledge, he ran and jumped to another rooftop. Recording the van with his phone, making sure to get the license plate numbers.

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But eventually, after tailing the van from the roofs. It lost him without even realizing it.

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Sighing, Izuku sat down again. Rubbing his head. Finally...Got...A promising...Fucking lead. Izuku thought to himself, putting his phone in his pocket. The sound of a shriek came from his left, before being abruptly cut off.

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Izuku snapped his head to the left, quickly getting up again. Running in the direction of the noise, he looked down the alleyways as he passed by them. Jumping over one, he turned back around, peering down it.

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Seeing a woman trashing and writhing under a man, his hand covering her mouth. His hand pinning her body to a nearby dumpster. His other hand unzipping his pants. "Shut up...Stop whining..." The man mumbled while keeping her pinned.

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Soft whistling noise came from the darkness of the alleyway. The tune that was being whistled was In The Hall Of The Mountain King. The slow tone changes coming to a stop as someone walked out from the darkness.

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The man turned his head to see who was fucking with him, seeing a person in a hoodie with their head down. But his eyes widened upon seeing them throw their arm forward, a brick flying towards his face. Quickly letting go of the woman, he ducked down.

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The yell of the hooded person came out as he ran forward, before the man could stand up, A pair of arms wrapped around him. Lifting him off the ground, and slamming his back onto the concrete. Taking all the air out of his lungs.

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He opened his eyes after a moment, to see dark green staring back down at him. The eyes of someone filled with a deep, unbridled, unadulterated, never ending hatred, And Rage. He reached up to try and stop a punch coming down at him.

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The metal pair of knuckles slamming down on his face, cracking his cheekbone, and cutting the skin. Everything feeling like it was suddenly spinning. Reaching up, he tried to push the person's face away, only for them to shove his arms to the floor.

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Punching his face again, which caused further damage to his cheekbone. But his eyes widened, feeling a pair of hands wrap around his neck. Choking him. Trying to push and hit the person's arms did nothing, they only lifted him back up from the ground. Slamming his head back into the concrete. Doing so a few times.

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Eventually they let go of his neck, gasping for air, he coughed heavily. Spitting out some blood onto the concrete. The person grabbed the collar of his shirt, and he could only watch through blurry vision as they sent another fist into his face. Everything becoming muffled noises, his vision blackening.

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The stranger pushed the man back on the concrete, his hand although not as bad as before, was once again a bloody mess. He pulled up the collar of his hoodie, turning around, walking up to the woman. Who was sitting on the floor, staring anxiously at him.

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"Y-Your the-the Vigilante...On the news..." She spoke quietly, still shaken up from being held down and almost assaulted. "Call the police..." The person spoke up quietly, staring at the woman with soft, comforting green eyes. "T-Thank you..."

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He simply nodded before standing up, walking back into the darkness of the alleyways.

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Izuku made his way across the rooftops. It was getting late, and he still needed one more thing to take care of. He'd been running for a few minutes since saving that woman, but he couldn't clean his hands. And he didn't need anyone seeing his bloody hand. But he got an idea.

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The cashier leaned over the counter, relaxing. His day was boring like all the rest, not a lot of people coming in. But he looked over, hearing the bell chime as the door opened. And his eyes widened slightly, seeing a familiar green set of eyes, and hair walking in.

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"Hey...You got a bathroom I can use?" Izuku asked calmly, hiding his now slightly dried up bloody hand in his hoodie pocket. "U-Uh...Yeah...Just uh. Back there." The guy spoke nervously, pointing to the back area of the store. Practically shitting himself.

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After a few minutes, Izuku came back out of the bathroom. His hands and gloves clean finally. Making sure to dry off his knuckle dusters. he didn't need a new piece of equipment getting rusty.

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"Thanks..." Izuku spoke quietly, walking towards the door. "W-Wait! Are you..." The man spoke while leaning over the counter, finding the courage to ask. "Yes...And even if I can't stop you from doing it...I'd like it if you kept my face a secret between us."

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Izuku spoke calmly, knowing that thankfully, cause it was Naruhata, there weren't that many cameras in smaller stores like this. In this case, there were none. "Uh, yeah. For sure...And uh...Thanks, for that night..." The guy spoke while rubbing the back of his neck, watching the green haired teen walk out, nodding at him before he left.

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40 Minutes Later. Izuku walked into an alleyway, running a hand through his hair, pulling down his hoodie. He still had an extra 2 hours before he needed to go home to try and sleep. Which would be spent usefully.

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Izuku made his way down another alleyway, walking up to the door of a busted up building. Opening it slowly, he peered inside. Seeing the Hero Killer Waiting on a chair for him.

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Time to train.

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Izuku walked back into his bedroom, rubbing his head as he laid down. Feeling exhausted after Stain's training. And thankfully, he was actually tired, so he went to sleep pretty fast.

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Waking up after about 40 minutes, he got out of his bed, putting on his usual work uniform. Deciding to skip on a shower right now, instead leaving to open the Cafe early.

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After walking to the Cafe, he made his way inside, cleaning up as always. Opening the place, taking Hawk's order. Both of them having a small conversation, which was mostly just Hawks talking about how approval ratings these days suck.

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"Hey." Itsumi spoke as she walked in, izuku spinning around and making her coffee. "What's up? Your here early." Izuku replied casually, noting that she was here about 15 minutes earlier than usual. "Ah well, I was going to relax a bit, but I felt like getting here a little early. Yknow. More hours."

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Izuku smiled a bit, leaning back against the counter, watching her walk into the backroom to clock in. "Oh, by the way. Have you seen that stuff about the vigilante that's been popping up?" Izuku's eyes slightly widened, but returned to normal once she came into view.

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Raising an eyebrow, he looked over at her. "No. I heard a little bit on the news but aside from that I haven't followed nothing about him. What's going on though?" Izuku asked while putting his hands in his pockets.

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"Apparently, last night he attacked a guy on a train, and took his drugs. That trigger stuff. And. Get this. He beat this this guy so bad, the left side of his face is like permanently disfigured now. And he has so much damage to his brain, that he can't even speak or move properly."

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"Fuckin hell...They got anything on him?" Izuku asked while leaning forward, pushing himself off the counter with his elbows. "Nah, only lead they have is this kid who said he had green eyes. Couldn't make out a face though."

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Izuku internally felt a sigh of relief, but kept his calm, casual demeanor. "You think he's looking for something?" He asked while rubbing the back of his neck, silently wondering if she'll be a problem from now on.

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"I mean, it's possible yeah. Considering he took the trigger before he ran, I'd say it has something to do with that. But then again, you never know with guy's like that." Izuku glanced up at the clock, seeing it was soon going to be his time to leave. Quickly turning around, making himself a coffee.

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"Yeah, you never know what people will do anymore." Izuku spoke as he walked into the backroom, clocking out early, and sipping his coffee. "I'll see you later!" Izuku waved Itsumi bye as he walked off, taking another sip of his coffee.

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55 Minutes Later.

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Izuku walked into school, wearing his usual uniform. His bag slung over his shoulder. Walking into class, he sat down, opening his school book. Taking the class as usual, putting his work in first. He then relaxed a little in his seat, opening his book. Leaning forward to cover it with his arms.

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Izuku started jotting down on his paper, sinking himself in his vigilante work whenever he could. Making sketches, theories, locations, and too much for the time he had. Koharu occasionally glancing over at him, doing so a few times across the class.

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Eventually, lunch rolled around, and Izuku was sitting down, not touching his plate of food, as he was writing in his book. "Hey Izuku." Koharu spoke as she sat down, briefly catching a glimpse at a sketch of a van before Izuku shut his book. "What's up Koharu?"

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Izuku replied with a smile. Reaching back, putting his book back in his bag. "Uhm...Well...You know, there's a pool party someone's throwing...And..." izuku stared at her, a slight grin on his face now instead of a normal smile. "You want me to come with you?"

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Izuku asked while leaning forward a little, Koharu's face turning a bit red. "Y-Yeah...And I didn't know who else to ask..." She mumbled while shrinking in on herself, fidgeting with her hands. Looking down at the table, which just had their plates of food.

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"Yeah, I'll go. What's the date?" Izuku asked while picking up his chopsticks, finally taking a god-damn bite of his food. "Oh, it's the day after the school project!" Koharu perked up at the change of subject, a smile still plastered on her face.

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"Yeah, I'll be free on that day. I'll give you a call when I go over there. Cause I might be busy for a while." Izuku spoke while eating, taking a drink of his milk. For a brief moment, feeling like he doesn't have to focus on his vigilante work at all times for once.

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Izuku and Koharu continued their conversation until lunch ended, which they both went to class then. Izuku acing through all his classes, and after walking with Koharu back to her house. He made his way back to his apartment. Going inside.

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Izuku walked into his room after cleaning up, and filling his rabbit bowl with new food. Sitting down on his desk, staring at the mini wood/Metal arm brace in front of him. As that's all it really was, considering it had no actual function other than staying on his arm.

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Izuku grabbed the small blow torch, putting the brace over his arm again, fitting the blow torch under his wrist. But it was a little bit of a tight fit unfortunately. So using his hands, and with a bit of a struggle, he bended the metal around his wrist. Opening the section a little more.

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Fitting the small blow torch inside again, this time, having a small gap between his wrist, and the torch. Just enough to fit a tube through. So he started working on his new hypothetical design, grabbing the tubing he bought before.

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Putting the canister in the small basket near his elbow, feeding the tube just around the canister. And sliding it under his arm, and in between the small blow torch and his wrist. The end of the tube being directed forward where his hand was pointing.

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Smirking, Izuku got out of his chair, holding the tubing, making his way to the kitchen. Grabbing a knife, and cutting the tubing to be around his forearm's length and an extra half. Taking the brace off, he grabbed the tubing, and the canister. Examining it.

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Finding a small hole around the top, which was a little hard to see. But luckily it had a protrusion, which certainly helped being seen. And Izuku put the tubing around the protrusion, fitting it nicely on it. And he slipped the gas canister back into the cage.

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Putting the brace back on, he walked out of his apartment. Making his way into a nearby alleyway. Feeding the tube through the bottom of his brace, and in-between his wrist and blow torch. Angling the tube in a way that would make it press down on the Blow torch's trigger.

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Causing a small flame to pop up in front of his wrist, which wasn't burning his skin...Yet. But after making sure he had everything aligned, he reached back, lifting his arm up a bit. And he turned the small valve at the bottom of the can, which caused the gas to shoot through the tube.

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Coming out the other side, and igniting once it made contact with the fire. A slight heat radiating onto his skin, which hurt a little, but he kept letting the burst of flames come out from under his wrist. Lighting up the alleyway. The fire reaching out to around 3 feet far.

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Turning the valve again, Izuku stopped the gas from leaving the canister anymore. Relaxing a little, just being happy with the fact it didn't explode. Although, the distance was a bit short. But he still had a few more days to polish the design.

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So. He took the now functional Wrist Flame off of his arm, Taking it back to his apartment. Walking into his room, he set the thing down on his desk. Sitting in his chair, opening his book.

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He finished up his sketch of the car after about 20 minutes. Shutting his book, and grabbing his phone, setting up a meeting place with Giran. Which was in 2 hours. So he decided to just relax for a little bit.

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Watching the news for awhile, he came across the section about a new vigilante that was still airing. "Recent Reports Have Shown That This New, Vigilante. Has Gotten Increasingly Violent, And More Frequent With Each Passing Day. Just Yesterday, He Was Seen Beating A Man Half To Death In A Metro Station. Then Seen Robbing The Man Of Something. Police Are Sti-"

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Izuku tuned out the sounds of the tv, relaxing in the couch. "Airing that out of all things...Seriously?" Izuku mumbled to himself, getting up from the couch. Walking into his bedroom, checking his clock. 7:12PM "Shit..."

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Izuku quickly got on his shoes, put on his trench coat, black shirt, torn pants, and boots. Making his way out of his apartment, down the stairs, and putting his black mask over his face. He was gonna be late in 10 minutes.

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Izuku ran through the alleyways, turning a corner, and seeing a large gate in front of him. Nearly 18 feet tall, likely for heteromorph prevention. But Izuku ran towards it, jumping on top of a dumpster, and jumping off. Putting his foot against the wall, exhaling all the air in his lungs.

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Leaning to the left slightly, Izuku put his hand just over the wall, hovering slightly above it. He pushed his foot backwards across the wall, keeping him suspended in the air. in fact, it made him go a little higher.

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Putting his other foot on the wall, he pushed himself off of it, jumping from the wall. Reaching up, he grabbed the top of the fence. The lack of chains causing a slight thud as he hit into the wall, pulling himself and over. Dropping down onto the floor below, pushing off the wall to go into a roll.

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The likely hood that it was just another wall put up by a sketchy company, and the usual bigoted agenda allowed them to find a loophole to keep heteromorphs from entering this area. But that was the tallest wall he'd cleared before. Taking a deep breath, he put his hands back in his coat.

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After another 3 to 4 minutes, he made his way to a bar not too far from his house. The bouncer in front stepping aside upon seeing him, letting him walk in without question.

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Walking into the bar, Izuku noticed that there was no one inside, except for the bartender. And the gray haired Giran sitting alone. Walking forward, Izuku sat down across from him. "Business first, ask question's later?"

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Izuku asked while resting his arms on the table, which got a smile from Giran. "Down to the tee." Giran spoke before taking a drag of his cigarette. "Remember what you did with the car?" Izuku took a picture out of his coat. Sliding it across the table.

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"And I want everything you know about the guys involved. Names. Places. Family. Fuckin animals, whatever you have." Izuku spoke calmly, and precisely. Speaking with confidence, as if this was a usual exchange for cash that everybody would do.

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"I can do the car stuff. But as for information...Even I know nothing about them. They keep their stuff pretty hidden, so your guess is as good as mine. Considering your trying to take em out. I presume?" Giran spoke with a grin, taking another drag of his cigarette. His last words hanging like a knife above them both.

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"You seriously don't have anything on them? Nothing?" Izuku sounded a little bewildered now, considering anything else he'd ask for went off without a hitch. "Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. The only thing I know is that their one of the lower ranks in the group. Think of it like a pyramid scheme. You got the lower thugs, and cannon fodder at the bottom. Then you have the soldiers, and defense on the second layer. And then you have the king at the top who gets all the profit."

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"You know how many there are?" Izuku took his hands off the table as Giran picked up the picture finally. "7 on the bottom, 5 in the middle, and 1 at the top. The police have been doing a real good job at cleaning em up. Got quite a few in this past month. Courtesy of you." Giran giving Izuku a knowing look, setting his cigarette down.

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"You mean? Yep. That big bastard you took down was part of this garbage, but the psycho had it coming...Although, guess you could blame it on his home life for how he turned out." Giran let out a sinister laugh as he finished speaking. Tapping some of the ash off of his cigarette.

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"What do you mean?" Izuku leaned forward, staring a Giran with a look of confusion. "Psycho's aren't born kid, they're made. Don't your school teach you that?"

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"Regardless, guy grew up in a crack house. His dad bought trash drugs on the cheap, to sell trash drugs for cheap just to scrape by. But after awhile, he got approached by this guy. Never said who. But he offered him a job giving out trigger. This was when it was first popping up for sale. So he started selling, and made some Reaaaaaallll good money. Hell, he even started a group. Had a whole block to himself. Until...He meets this girl, don't know her name, but it's not important anyway. They fall in love, and have a kid, Katashi...now this kid. Is born with a deviation of his dear old dad's quirk."

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"His dad's quirk worked by getting excited. He'd get stronger. And since the guy loved fighting. He fucked up. A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT of pros. But eventually, his place got raided. Kept his kid and wife there, and unfortunately, one of them died under some rubble. So he told the kid to run, and took out 7-8 pro's by himself. But...Little did he know, kid watched it all before he actually ran."

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"Damn...So I crippled a dude trying to follow in his dad's shitty footsteps?" Izuku asked with a complete, utter lack, and disregard for the man's life. As if he was just a maggot, that was crushed under his foot. Which made Giran smirk. "Yeah. Pretty much. But giver me a few hours. I'll have what you need."

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Izuku stood up, taking the picture, tossing some cash on the table. And once again, parting ways with Giran.

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Rubbing his head, Izuku made his way home through the alleys, taking a different route so he wouldn't have to jump the fence again. But alas, he made it home. Just in time for a text notification on his phone.

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Pulling his phone out and opening it, he saw it was Koharu. "Hey. I was thinking I could come by for a bit? Orrrrrr maybe stay the night?" Izuku sighed reading the text. This would be a damper on his plans tonight. But he could figure it out.

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"Sure, just give me a text when your heading over." Izuku responded, followed up by a car emoji. Koharu replying with a thumbs up.

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Putting his phone back in his pocket, he walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the rabbit food, walking into his room, filling the bowl. His rabbit asleep early today for once. Smiling a little bit seeing how peacefully his rabbit was sleeping.

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Walking back, he put the food back in the cabinet. Going back to his room, and changing into a simpler pair of clothes. Blue denim jeans, his sneakers, and a blank white t-shirt. Grabbing his skateboard, he left his apartment again. Skating all the way to the police station.

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He called the week off, and they agreed without question surprisingly enough. But he couldn't just coast off of no information forever. He needed to know everything he could. Including things involving the station.

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Izuku skidded to a stop in front of the police station, kicking his board into his hands and making his way inside. Walking down the halls, eventually reaching the briefing room. Walking inside, he got a few confused looks.

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"Izuku? I thought you wanted the week off...?" Tsukauchi turned to him, raising an eyebrow. In the middle of a de-briefing. "Well yeah, but I can still keep track of what's going on." Izuku replied while rubbing the back of his neck. This getting a few small laughs from some of the other people.

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"Well, since you want to know. We got a tip recently. One of the guy's we caught during that last raid finally spilled. Told us a place to drop by, turns out. They're not just drug related, they're also trafficking." Tsukauchi crossed his arms, a slightly sour look on his face.

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"We're heading into the building tonight, and bringing swat along. We won't be taking any chances that this is a set up." Tsukauchi glanced around the room, seeing everyone had a serious, ready expression. Izuku seeming neutral.

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"And...To top it off...We got a few more sightings of our vigilante friend. Couple people saw him beating on a guy before running off with his trigger. Best guess? He's probably trying to find a lead on it...But. Regardless...A kid saw some of his face, but he couldn't make it our properly. Only said the guy had green eyes."

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Izuku raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face. "Damn, he got me caught." Izuku spoke nonchalantly, getting a few more laughs from the people around. Lightening the mood a bit.

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Tsukauchi didn't use his quirk in that moment sadly, but he noted that the description fit his eyes. And although he wanted to ask him some things, he decided to put that speculation on hold for the better. Just cracking a small smile.

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"Alright, everyone be ready for tonight." Tsukauchi spoke while uncrossing his arms, putting them in his pockets.

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Izuku walked out of the station, jumping back on his skateboard. Heading back home. But he got a new notification on his phone. From none other than his favorite girl. "Hey, I'm heading over right now. I'll be there in about 20 minutes!" Koharu followed her text with an excited emoji.

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Izuku just continued skating. As long as he got there a few minutes earlier, he could clean up any mess he had.

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Walking into his apartment, he put his skateboard against the wall, just next to the door. Walking into his bedroom, still seeing the investigation board he set up using his wall. He stripped everything down, the string, pictures, notes, paper, everything. Only putting the pictures in the box beneath his clothes in the closet.

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Knock Knock Knock

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Izuku's head snapped up, closing the box and shoving it under his clothes. Walking out of his room, opening the front door. "Hey, Izuku..." Koharu spoke while fidgeting with her hands, her bag slung over her shoulder. A soft smile growing on Izuku's face. "Come in."

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Koharu stepped inside, seeing that it looked virtually unchanged from the last time she was here. "I didn't have time to clean up, cause I just got back." Izuku said anxiously, rubbing the back of his head with a slight chuckle. "Oh, it's fine...You keep everything so clean regardless."

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"I have to say though...It's a bit late to come over, don't you think?" Koharu stopped walking around, and turned around, a blush creeping across her face. "Uh...Well...If you don't want me over-I'll-It's fine. I don't mind company." Izuku cut off her nervous rambling.

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"If you want I can start making some food since the sun's already going down." Izuku walked into the kitchen, opening his fridge, and grabbing a bottle of water. "Uh, yeah. That'd be nice..." Koharu followed behind him, leaning back against the wall.

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She watched Izuku start making a simple pot of ramen. Putting unlabeled powder's and dusts in. Which she could only assume were different seasonings. "Hey, I never asked, but what's your family like?" Izuku spoke while turning around, leaning back against the countertop.

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"Oh, well. My Mom and Dad are pretty ordinary...and I haven't seen my uncle in awhile. He actually moved here a few years ago, he usually only visits on holiday's and stuff." Izuku raised an eyebrow, tapping on the countertop while thinking.

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"He's in japan? Yeah, This'll be the first time in 7 months I'll be able to see him!" Koharu responded to his question with a bit of excitement, smiling. "We tried to get him to come over for a dinner a few months ago, but he said he had stuff to take care of."

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"He say anything about it?" Izuku asked while picking up the water bottle to his side, taking a sip from it. "No...He keeps his stuff private from us...And I don't blame him...My dad can be a chatter box sometimes." She spoke a little down, rubbing around where he elbow was.

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"Hey, maybe you could invite me over sometime." Izuku spoke while turning around, checking the pot, which was bubbling high up. Not seeing Koharu's face turn a beet red. "Ah-Well, I Uh...My parents don't know I have any friends at the school..." She spoke while shrinking in on herself.

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Izuku chuckled a little, looking back to see her anxious stare. Both of them locking eyes for a moment, Izuku just smiling a bit before looking back forward. Stirring the pot.

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15 Minutes Later.

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Izuku picked up a bowl, filled with ramen, mixed with eggs. Handing it over to her. "Here. Hope you like it." He grabbed a pair of chopsticks, tossing them to her. Koharu catching them, and leaning back against the wall. Taking a bite of the food.

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Both of them ate mostly silent, this awkward tension between them dangling. The silence deafening. After awhile, they both finished their ramen. Both of them just sitting in awkward silence.

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"Hey, uh...wanna watch a movie?" Izuku looked at her, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. A nervous smile on his face. "Yeah...That'd be nice." She held her shoulder, briefly looking at him before glancing away.

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Izuku made his way into the living room, Koharu following closely behind. Sitting down on the couch, he picked up the remote. "Got anything you like?" He asked while flipping through the channels. Finding his way to his streaming services.

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Koharu taking a seat next to him, relaxed into the couch a little. "Well...There's this one movie I wanted to watch. It's like...about a guy who gets this infection, but he's some host to it, and accidentally spreads it." She tried to describe the movie, but failed miserably.

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"The Glass Heart Series?" Izuku looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, an almost shocked look on his face. Watching her face turn into one of surprise. "You know it?" She sat up a little, turning her head to him.

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"Yeah, they wouldn't air it for awhile but like. Last year they released the first 2, and I haven't actually seen the third one yet. Really!? Please tell me we can watch it." She suddenly got very giddy and excited.

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1 Hour And 50 Minutes Later.

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Izuku was relaxed into the couch, the end credits of the movie finishing. Looking down at his side, he saw Koharu's head resting on his side. In a peaceful slumber. She got through the whole movie, but fell asleep at the credits.

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Looking over at the time, Izuku saw it was 10:56PM. Slowly, and carefully moving, he got up from the couch. Silently making his way into his bedroom, putting his vigilante clothes on. Sliding his crowbars through his touched up belt loops.

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Grabbing a blanket from his bed, he walked up to the couch. Putting it lightly over her. Standing back up, he walked over to his bedroom again, but looked back at her sleeping. A soft smile on his face. After a few moments of watching her sleep, he walked into his bedroom. Opening his window.

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Climbing down, he walked across the street, going into an alleyway. His hood concealing his identity from anyone passing by like usual. But he made his way over to the strip club, walking into the alleyway nearby. The bouncer stepping aside, letting him walk down the hidden stairs.

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Reaching the bottom, he looked around. Finding his globed-headed friend. Walking up to his stand, he pulled his hoodie down. "Hey, you got that mask?" Izuku asked with a grin, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

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"Oh Hell Yeah! I patched it up, looks good as new. BUT. I also, made the strength of it a bit tougher. It should be more equal to around, aluminum, or copper. Just about." He picked up the mask from behind him, tossing it to Izuku, who caught it.

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"Shit are you serious?" Izuku bent the mask around, feeling it was definitely more rigid than before, although it could still collapse in on itself like before. It just required more effort than before. But it felt smoother. "Dead Serious." He replied casually, his emoji face turning into a skull.

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"Shit...Thanks man..." Izuku smiled, putting the mask in the pocket of his hoodie. Handshaking the guy, who he still hadn't known the name of. Or anything about really. But he made his way out of the place. Not knowing a pair of eyes were watching him.

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"Vigilante? God...Your so cool Izuku..." Toga quietly mumbled to herself from the other side of the room, rolling a knife between her fingers.

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Izuku jumped off the edge of a building, landing on another one close by. Sitting down against the edge of the building, pulling his mask up. He'd just been patrolling like usual, as he was just waiting for something specific to happen.

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Ding

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He looked down at his pocket, pulling his phone out. "Got the same tracker installed. Try not to die." Giran sent that text, followed by a link. Opening it, he saw that it was like the last one. A top down view of a red dot, which was the Van.

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Reaching up, he pulled his mask back down. Getting up. He was hoping this wouldn't take forever.

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Running across rooftops, he was breathing heavily before falling to his knees. Putting his hands on the ground, he took a brief second to catch his breath, looking at the time on his phone. 2 Minutes, and 16 Seconds. His time was improving with his adrenaline thing, which he still didn't have a name for.

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Sitting down, he'd been trying to follow where the van was going for the past 20 minutes, but he was still pretty far. Opening the link again, he stared at the dot, noticing that it had stopped at a house. He pushed himself up, pulling his mask back down. He wasn't an unreachable distance.

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After another 25 minutes or so of running, he approached the house from behind. It was kind of discreet, a small place with 2 buildings at it's sides. Looking around the right side, he saw the van parked off to the side. Intentionally hidden behind the shadows. And the few trashcans for good measure.

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Walking up to a window, he tried to peer inside, catching glimpses of light through the blinds. Switching to another window, he tired to look inside. seeing not much though. But he caught a glimpse of a guy in a black tank top, and sweat pants. Tattoos just covering any exposed skin he had.

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After deciding for a moment, he reached down, pulling one of his crowbars from his side. Stepping back, raising his arm slightly. He threw the crowbar forward, causing it to smash through the window. Which made him run forward, vaulting through the shattered glass into the house.

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"The Fuck Are You!" The man yelled out, spinning around. Seeing the hooded figure jumping through the window, into his kitchen. Glancing back at a door not too far away, he ran forward. Throwing a right hook, Izuku ducking under it.

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Slipping his brass knuckles on, he threw a hook into the guy's side. Making him keel over slightly, his face contorting. "You Think Your Fuckin Clever?" He tried to throw a left hook, but the masked person jumped back. "Those'll even the playing field a bit..." The guy spoke with a grin.

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Izuku taking a fighting stance, neither of them making a move. The guy although was only a few inches taller, he was a different type of person in terms of muscle mass. Probably 200, maybe 220 of just muscle.

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The man ran forward, throwing a 3 punch combination. A left straight, and right hook, and a left upper cut. Each being dodged, the masked person moving to the side. But they ran in with a surprising amount of speed, his eyes widening.

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Izuku twisted on his hips, stomping his foot into the floor. Pivoting HARD. And throwing a heavy left hook into the man's face. A small cracking coming from the punch, but the man grabbed his shirt. Lifting him off the ground with Zero effort. Shit!

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The man threw Izuku back into the wall, his back slamming hard enough to knock a nearby painting over. Slightly caving in the wall. Strength Quirk? Izuku tried to think quickly, pushing himself out of the wall. Ducking under another haymaker, running behind the man.

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"I got a high pain tolerance FUCKER." The man spoke loudly, turning back around. Once again facing Izuku, who ran over to the glass plates and drinking glasses that were on the counter tops. Picking them up, throwing them at the man. One plate smashing perfectly against his face. Making him stumble back.

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"God damn it..." He grit his teeth, covering his head with his arm and running forward. Izuku didn't have enough time to move before he was grabbed again, being lifted up and thrown across the room. His back slamming against another wall. Making him audibly groan in pain.

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He felt the guy lift him by his hoddie, and wrap his hand around his neck. Slamming him back against the wall. "Your that masked fuck messing with everyone...That's why I recognized you." The man spoke with a grin, beginning to choke Izuku.

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But instead of trying to pull his hand away from his neck, he wrenched his fist back. Slamming it into the man's face. The sharp, cold edge of the knuckleduster he had on sliding across the man's eye. Tearing it open. Causing him to scream out in pain.

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Grabbing Izuku with both hands, one on his leg, the other still on his neck. He threw him across the room again, but aimed high. Causing Izuku to slam his back into the kitchen cabinet's. Destroying them entirely upon impact. Falling to the floor, he coughed into his arm. His breath was worse. Now of all times.

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He tried to push himself up, but he was lifted by the back of his hoodie, and thrown up into the ceiling. Groaning louder at the pain now. Shutting his eyes. Strength Quirk!

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He coughed loudly again, trying to push himself up, only for the man to pick him up one more time. Throwing him to the left, his side slamming into the fridge. Opening it, making it tumble over onto the floor. Bottles of alcohol bouncing and shattering across the floor.

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Izuku laying on the fridge for a moment, finally took a deep breath of air, rolling back into another room. Which was impossibly dark. "Come On You Skinny Fuck!" The man yelled, walking quickly up to the fridge, going to climb over it to follow him.

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A pair of knuckle dusters flying out from the darkness, slamming into his face. Making him stumble back into the wall, holding his face. It was really starting to hurt now. Izuku vaulted over the fridge, reaching down to the floor. Picking up his previously thrown crowbar.

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Wrenching his arm back, the man barely getting to see the crowbar come flying towards him.

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CRUNCH

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The man falling limply back on the floor, Izuku stumbling forward. Leaning against the wall.

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breathing heavily, Izuku dropped the crowbar. Coughing a few times, and stretching his now aching back. "God damn it...fucking strength quirks..." Izuku mumbled to himself, leaning down and picking up the crowbar. Sliding it into his belt loop.

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Rubbing his head, he looked around, seeing the fucked up kitchen he caused. Glancing down to the man on the floor still unconscious, before walking into another room. Which had a bed, a nightstand, a tv, a dresser, a closet, and a few framed pictures.

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Looking around, he started just pulling shit apart. Pulling the blankets off the bed, the sheets, and pillows, tossing them all into a corner of the room. Crouching down, looking under the bed, seeing nothing. He got back up, opening and going through the nightstand.

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Finding a tiny key hidden at the back of a drawer, picking it up, he put it in his pocket. Shutting the drawers, he moved over to the dresser. Rummaging through that too, tossing the clothes out of the way without a second thought.

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But alas, he found nothing in there. Looking around, he made his way over to the closet, opening it. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, everything neatly organized. Except. For a pile of clothes on the floor.

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Crouching down, Izuku pulled the pile of clothes apart, revealing a small lock box. Picking it up, he brought it into the kitchen to have a bit more light. Inserting the key he found previously, he opened the box, looking inside. Seeing a few pictures inside, and tossing them out.

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But after finding not much, he noticed a piece of paper crumpled up into a tiny ball. Reaching down to grab it, he stopped. A thud coming from a door nearby. Turning around, he saw a door being slightly shook with each repeated thud.

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Closing his right fist, and pulling it back slightly, he walked up to the door. Slowly reaching forward, unlocking it, and pulling it open swiftly. A woman who's arms and legs were tied falling out, duct tape over her mouth preventing her from yelling.

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Izuku lowered his fist, the woman staring up at him, not sure whether to be scared or relived, seeing the guy unconscious on the floor nearby. Reaching down, Izuku crouched down to be closer, slowly pulling the tape off of her mouth.

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The woman taking a deep breath, almost hyperventilating. "FREEZE" His eyes widened under his mask, and he stopped moving. "W-Wait! Don't!" The woman yelled out. "Stand up. Slowly." Izuku heard a familiar tone and voice, Tsukauchi.

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Izuku slowly stood up, raising his hands up from his sides. "Turn around. And drop your weapons." He didn't hear anything else other than that, glancing over to the box. He grit his teeth. Fuck me...

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"Don't shoot him please!" The woman yelled out, but Izuku took a deep breath, his heart rate getting faster. Adrenaline slowly pumping through his system. In an instant, he ran over to the box, once getting within arms reach, he turned to the window.

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"Don't Fire!" Tsukauchi yelled out, putting his hand up to stop anyone from firing their guns. Without hesitation, He slammed his hand into the box, grabbing the piece of paper and something else, running forward and jumping out of the already smashed window.

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"Shit...It's fine. He'll go after him." Tsukauchi spoke while walking forward, seeing the scene that unfolded in the room.

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Izuku ran down an alleyway, shoving the paper and whatever else into his pockets. Climbing over a gate, and jumping up to grab onto a fire escape. Scaling up it, he got to the roof.

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Running across the building, he jumped to another one nearby. Slowing down, he leaned forward with his hands on his knees, taking a moment to catch his breath. Step He suddenly ducked down, running forward for a moment before spinning around.

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Seeing the end of a scarf nearby touched his head. And seeing exactly where it came from. Fuck... Izuku thought to himself, staring down Eraser head. Both of them pausing a moment, waiting for the other to move first.

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Eraser head spun around, throwing the end of his scarf towards Izuku. Who side stepped out of the way. Running forward, Eraser feinted a overhand, which caused them to raise their guard. Spinning around, and crouching down, he swept their leg.

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Izuku fell back, reaching down, he went into a handstand. In the same motion, he spun his body using his hands, extending his legs out. Eraser leaning back to dodge a kick narrowly missing him. Izuku pushed himself off the ground and into the air, landing on his feet.

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Raising his arms up, he felt cloth wrap around his forearm. Looking forward, he saw Eraser head's hair standing up. His wrist being yanked forward from the scarf, he planted his foot. Pulling back against him, grabbing onto the scarf with his other hand.

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Both of them being almost stuck in this silent stalemate, feeling around the scarf while pulling. He pulled sideways on it, causing it to tear apart, freeing his forearm.

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Stumbling back, he spun around, immediately jumping over to another building. Glancing back to see the scarf coming towards him, making him duck down to avoid it. Continuing to run, looking back after hopping to another rooftop, he saw Eraser wasn't chasing him anymore.

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Deciding not to question it he hopped over to another building, constantly looking behind himself, making sure he wasn't following. And thankfully, he wasn't.

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He kept running until finally collapsing on a roof, laying on his side, panting heavily. His breathing shallow, his lungs hurting. But after laying for a few minutes. he pushed himself up.

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Groaning now that the adrenalin was gone, his back felt like it was on fire.

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But regardless, he started making his way over to his last spot before heading home.

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Opening the busted up door he walked inside, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'm here..." Izuku spoke calmly, lifting his mask up and pulling his hood down. "Put them on." Stain spoke up, walking forward and tossing the weighted clothes to him.

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Izuku catching them, and putting them on over his hoodie. Catching the elastic bands stain threw at him, walking over to the hooks. Putting one end of them on the hook, and gripping the other side into a fist. Pulling his fist forward.

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He still wasn't anywhere near to where stain was but he was making some progress each day.

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1 Hour Later.

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Izuku got up to his feet, being drenched in sweat. Rubbing the back of his head. "Hey, so...how are you so fast...?" Izuku asked while looking at stain, who was sharpening a knife. "Practice." Stain responded without even looking up at him.

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"Well, yeah. But I have a high reaction speed and I still could barely even see you hit me." Stain looked up at him for a moment, and with a snap of his arm, he threw the knife towards Izuku. Who side stepped it. The knife whizzing past his arm.

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"Looks like you do." Stain spoke while grabbing a different knife, sharpening that one now. "Seriously..." Izuku mumbled to himself, rubbing his head. Slightly on edge now.

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"You did your training. So come back tomorrow. You want a tip? Practice." Stain said while glaring at him, making izuku just sigh. Stepping back he walked out of the building. "Fucking hell..."

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After awhile, he came back to his house. Climbing through the window into his bedroom, and taking the stuff out of his pockets. A piece of paper, and a small bracelet that looks like something a child would make.

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Opening the crumbled piece of paper, it had a few numbers on it. Upon a second glance, it was clearly a phone number. But to who he could figure out tomorrow. Right now he just needed to sit for awhile. So he changed out of his clothes. Putting on a gray shirt and shorts.

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Plopping down on his bed, he slowly shut his eyes, hoping to at least get some sleep tonight.

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Hey, so. I've been wanting to just relax for a bit, so I'm gonna be taking a short break from writing anything.

I really don't know when I'll post again, but it shouldn't be much longer than a week. Cause I just don't wanna burn out yknow?

But regardless, It means so much seeing the people who've been reading my first try at writing this admittedly bad fic I've been making. The comment's, kudos, bookmarks, all of it is just super fucking cool.

I WON'T BE LEAVING I WANT TO MAKE THAT CLEAR. I WILL FINISH THIS FIC I PROMISE.

But yeah, that's all I wanted to say. I'll See you all in the next chapter.

<3

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Heyooooo, I'm back again.

I want to hopefully get back into the swing of things as I've been wanting to write again, and hopefully do it within a good timeframe. ,_,

So at minimum, the next chapter should be out on the 30th, and if not the 31st.

BUT! THATS NOT ALL.

If any of you feel like taking time out of your day, I'd like to know how you feel about some of the directions I was considering taking the story.

None of these are set in stone though, so it could be completely different, they could not be involved at all, or they could be spot on.

And anything you say won't yknow sway what I'm gonna do in the story. :p

Idea 1: Izuku gains OFA at some point. (Generally it would be far later down the story, and make it completely different, but I have thought about how I would do it.)

Idea 2: Izuku and Toga romantically together? (Thinking it out, I have a vague idea of how I'd implement it. And I think it would just add a few extra layers and interactions across the story.)

Idea 3: Izuku and Ochako romantically togeter? (A pretty obvious one I could do, and it wouldn't be very hard to implement.)

Idea 4: Izuku gets into UA's Hero/Support course. (Functionally, both are things I could work with, and I can think of plenty of interactions that I could create between characters.)

Idea 5: Izuku stays a vigilante through the entire story. (One of the idea's that I've pondered on for a while.)

Idea 6: Longer, more detailed fights. (Last one, Is really just what you think. As I feel I'm trying to find a balance between detailing the scene, and keeping the pace of the chapter. And I was wondering if I should try switching it up a little.)

AND I WANT TO REITERATE.

You do not have to tell me anything, but if you want to take time out of your day, and give feedback, I'm all ears. :D

And if you have any questions about the direction I'm taking the fic, I'll try to answer without spoiling nothing.

Bye

<3

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Okkkk....SO. Turns out, the chapter I'm writing is a LITTTTTLLLEEE bit longer than I thought it would be. So, I'm probably gonna have to change my schedule if I keep making chapters this long. ,_,

But for right now, it should come out within the next 3 days, just bear with me. I'm trying to get it out but I kinda pushed how big I wanted to make a chapter, and trying to get it out in time.

Sorry for the extra wait, but I hope it'll be worth it once you see the final product.

<3