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The frosty air was a nice feeling as Izuku lay on the hard concrete staring up at the setting sky. As he watched the world change around him, the sky got darker, the air got colder and the sound of traffic faded. He was a little sad when he remembered why he was here on the roof, but no. It would be worth it. It would be better for everyone.

Izuku pondered over his day, oh what a day.

Izuku kept his head down to avoid any attention, only talking when spoken to. Of course luck wasn't on his side so there he stood in the ruins of his hopes and dreams as it clicked, Katsuki Bakugou hated him. He didn't care about him, the old Kachan was gone.

But maybe he was right 

Maybe he would be better off dead. Even his own mother thought she was better off dead than with him as a son, at least she had the kindness to pay for a month's rent in advance, that month would soon be over but so would his time on earth.

Izuku stumbled up, forcing his heavy body to corporate as he grabbed the vodka bottle he stole from his mum's old stash. He took another large gulp, then step by step he made his way closer to the edge of the building.

This was it.

“Take a swan dive off the roof of a building, ha! Are you happy now kachan?” he asked out loud as if Bakugou could actually hear him

Goodbye world.

The middle school kid took one more look at the unfair, unjust but yet beautiful world before he turned around, leaning back and letting his body fall over the edge as he looked up at the sky.

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Eraser was thankful for what he'd consider to be a quiet night on patrol. Having only taken down 2 shoplifters and 1 villain. The pro hero patrolled from the roofs keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. That's when he spotted a kid, who he could tell was a middle school student due to the gakuran he was wearing. He wasn't sure there was any good reason for a middle schooler to be on a rooftop this late so he stuck in the shadows of a nearby roof watching just in case.

The hero watched but when heard the boy yell

“Take a swan dive off the roof of a building, ha! Are you happy now kachan?” 

He went into action swinging across to where the kid was.

Shit, you can't let this kid die shouta

Eraserhead grabbed the kid with his capture weapon as he started to fall and pulled him back onto the roof top. The kid obviously hadn't processed what had just happened as he stood there with a blank expression looking at the older man.

During the silence the older man took in the appearance of the middle schooler, the kid had green curls that sat messily across his face, eye bags that rivaled his own highlighting his pale face, and a small stature that didn't look healthy. 

The kid seemed to have snapped out of wherever he was after a few minutes and all he said was,

“Fuck”

“You okay kid?” Of course he isn't okay

All the pro hero got in response was a glare before the kid sat back down near his belongings.

Aizawa sat near the kid, leaving space so the boy wouldn't feel trapped but close enough to help if needed.

“I'm Eraserhead by the way” 

“I know.”

Now that gave Eraser a small shock, not everyday he met someone who knew who he was, he was an underground hero after all.

“Kid? I know we don't know each other but you can talk to me”

“Pass, you should leave”

“Kid I'm not doing that” 

“What if i promise not to kill myself” 

The hero gave the boy a serious look that said he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

“So what's your name?”  

“Fuck off, I should be dead.” Izuku scoffed

“The world is better with you in, I don't know what you've been though, or what ur life is like. I do know that no one should have to feel this way and suffer alone”

The two sat in silence for awhile longer before Midoriya reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter which brought another look on from tired man,

“Those are bad for your health”

“and do I seem like I have any regard for my health”

the older man sighed “Point taken” 

Aizawa knew they couldn't sit here all night, but he also knew the student wouldn't enjoy what was going to happen. Just have to get it over and done with.

Eraserhead started to speak up again “We can't stay up here all night”  

“You don't have to”

“You've just tried to kill yourself, that is not happening. I just want to help”

Izuku rolled his eyes, “Sure you do.” 

“We can head down to the police station and start from there, and get someone to come pick you up?”

“I don't think I have a choice do I?”

Once the two had got back on solid ground they headed in the direction of the nearest police station. Walking down the dark streets with the only light source coming from the old flicking street lights above them, As they continued on their way the adrenaline wore off and the gravity of the situation hit Izuku.

I need to get out here now.

So he ran.

Luckily for him he had a heap of practice running from bullies, so he ran as fast as he could. Dashing around corners. The pro noticed fast so now he was being chased by a hero who could definitely catch up. He had to think fast.

Izuku turned down into a dirty alleyway where rubbish sat on the pavement and graffiti covered the walls. He continued to run until he saw a broken window leading into a building. Before Eraserhead saw him he climbed in through the window and hid waiting for the man to pass.

He held his breath, covering his mouth as he heard the heavy footsteps go by only relaxing after he was sure the hero was gone. When he finally started to breathe again he began to cough before quickly muffling the sound. He stood up and started walking around the musty room that looked to be an old office that hadn't been used in years.

As he wandered the building he went to wipe the sweat off his face only to find a warm, sticky liquid that most definitely wasn't sweat. Blood was coming from his cheek.

Great. Just what I needed.

Izuku pulled down the sleeve of his uniform and held it, applying pressure to the cut he gained from the window. Once the bleeding slowed he left the way he came, this time carefully.

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The underground hero continued looking for the runaway child for an hour after he lost sight, somehow this child got away from him. He wasn't going to lie, it was a bit embarrassing. There he was sitting in the police station starting to fill out paperwork as he waited for his work friend.

When Tsukauchi walked in to meet the hero he swore he could feel the tense atmosphere that surrounded his friend. His friend who acted like emotion would kill him was in front of him with a hand rubbing his temple, visibly stressed. Who knew what had gotten his friend so shaken up. Some cases seemed to get to him while others showed no change. 

“Hey, Tsukauchi” Aizawa greeted

“You okay? What are you doing here this time?” 

Ignoring the question Eraser got straight into business “ There was this young kid, middle schooler. I found him on a rooftop about to jump.”

“Oh god. That's terrible. Where is the kid now?”

“That's the thing, he ran off as I was taking him here.”

“He outran you?” Despite Tsukauchi's truth quirk, unbelief filled his voice, leaving him on the receiving end of one of Eraserhead's deathly stares.

“Well he isn't here is he” 

“If you talk to one of the detectives about his appearance and any clues we can keep an eye out for him and try find him hopefully before anything happens.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

After Eraser finished his paperwork following protocol he went on his way to his apartment. It was nothing fancy but it was well maintained. His husband Hizashi had picked the furniture and decorations which you could tell as the living room had a soft black couch with a fluffy yellow throw blanket and orange cushions, plants and photos filled empty space making the environment warm and cozy.

Aizawa made sure to be quiet as he entered trying to make sure Hizashi could sleep before his morning shift at the radio station, he crept into the bedroom to grab clean pajamas and headed back out to take a well deserved hot shower. He let the water soothe his muscles of tension as steam fogged up the room. He stood there for a while until he forced himself out, getting changed and flopping into bed.

“Sho” 

“Sho, baby”

“Babyy, you need to let go I have work”

Aizawa woke up to the calming voice of his husband telling him to let go.

Let go? I'm not holding him 

But when he slowly opened his eyes he realised he was in fact on top of his husband holding tightly onto his sides.

“Hmm sorry” he let go and rolled over pulling the covers back over his body.

“Don't worry about it honey, I have work but I'll see you soon.”

The underground hero quickly fell back into his slumber, sleeping for a few more hours until his phone started to scream at him to pick up.

“Sorry to wake you Eraser, it's Tsukauchi. We have an update on the boy”. 

“Did something happen” 

“Nothing bad rest assured, but we found his identity. We searched the CCTV footage of streets you wrote having gone down in your report and once we found a front view of his face we ran it though our system, we got a match.”

“Who is he?”

“His name is Izuku Midoriya, Mum deceased. Dad no contacts available.”

“So who is he staying with? Any other family?”

“No knowledge of any other family, and he isn't in the records of any foster care or orphanage”

“Shit, he's on the street?” 

“We will have to look into it more, he could be staying with a family friend. We will do what we can to find out.”

Right thanks, later Tsukauchi”

With Shouta's newfound information he decided there was no chance of getting back to sleep so he carried his heavy body over to the kitchen to make his much loved coffee.

Hizashi came in not long later with his big beaming smile, taking his shoes off before jumping down next to Aizawa on the couch.

“Did ya sleep well? You still look dead as ever” He joked

“I got woken up by a call about this case I've gotten”

“Is everything alright?”

Shouta went on to explain the events of the night that were still just as vivid in his mind. What he didn't say was how he was worried about a boy he had only just met who could be all alone freezing on the street as they sat in their warm apartment, but he had a feeling that Hizashi knew, the blonde as dumb as he seemed could read him like a book.

The day flew by and as it got later it was soon time for Eraserhead's Saturday patrol. He got changed into his dark clothes than grabbed his usual equipment which included his utility belt and famous scarf before heading over to the kitchen to grab a jelly pouch. Before he opened the door to leave he turned and gave his husband a quick kiss and they said their goodbyes like every other patrol night. These moments were the ones he looked forward to everyday, a safety net that slowed him down when things got too hectic, but he would never admit that.

On patrol he found himself looking for Midoriya a few times but he shook his head clear, getting distracted gets you killed as a hero. That is a lesson he always teaches his students at the start of the year. Despite wanting to get it in their heads, he isn't going to die to prove a point.

Saturday nights were never calm for heroes and police officers, with all the partying and drinking people don't always think though their decisions well, than there are the people taking advantage of the chaos to get away with petty crimes and of course the villains who don't seem to have good risk evaluation they always end up in his scarf and later in a cell.

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Izuku sat on the cold hard tiles of his bathroom sick to his stomach as he processed the events of Friday night. A pro hero, not any but one he looked up to, saved him. Of course he didn't know that he was a quirkless loser with no future, but it's better that way, there is a reason they say you should never meet your idols. Izuku admired the hero as he fought mostly quirkless, he used to study from the few clips he found online in hope it could help him achieve his dreams one day.

How did I even believe I stood a chance to be a hero, how naive. 

What was even the point of living when you had nothing to live for. I'm so tired.

Midoriya stayed there staring down at the floor contemplating all his options and in all honesty only one sounded worthwhile to him and he had no energy to try that again for a while, no energy left for anything, he was drained of everything he had.

The weekend passed and Monday came, meaning school. Izuku had no interest in leaving the apartment or even his bed and education isn't important when inevitably he'd be adding to the statistics of quirkless deaths, so he continued to lay curled up in his duvet and pillows as the time ticked by. The school didn't even notice, no one noticed as his phone stayed absent of notifications and calls, a reminder of how little he mattered. He thought about how Katsuki would have reacted if his attempt worked, would he be sad? No he would be happy he was right, that he really was a weak deku afterall.

Days went by and who knows how long Izuku had been thinking, staring at the ceiling before he was snapped away from his thoughts by a knock on the door. He pulled himself over slowly, every movement calculated so he wouldn't collapse and when he reached the entrance to his childhood home, his heart dropped. A cold white paper sat under the crack of the door. He bent down to grab it knowing what it was. He knew this was coming. His stomach filled with dread. There in his hands was a paper with the words ‘EVICTION NOTICE’. Izuku only had a week left in the apartment that was filled with memories of his mother.

Izuku spent the next 3 days looking for somewhere to go, an old abandoned building that wouldn't collapse on him or he'd be found in weren't easy to find apparently, he also spent a lot of time sorting the most important things into his backpack the rest would have to go. Looking though all his things brought back both good and bad memories but always leaving him in tears. He chose to keep his hero notebooks, photographs and a blanket his mum had crochet him before she died, it served as a reminder of her and her loving warmth, it also would give him physical warmth of the streets.

The young boy didn't want to leave but what choice did he have? He had no job to pay rent, no friends to support him, it was just him against the world and in 4 days he would have to face his harsh truth. Izuku tried to take in every detail of his childhood apartment hoping the memories wouldn't fade, time was ticking closer and closer, and way too fast. If there's a God out there he hoped he would save him from this misery.

The day came where he had to go, he returned his keys and went out into the cold winter to what would now be his new home. It was an old factory that closed down many years ago in a run down area in Masutsu, most people stayed away from this place and the civilians who did come near minded their business if you stayed out of theirs, usually. Muggers and thieves were an issue but clearly he had nothing worth anything but sentimental value, so this spot would do.

He climbed the stairs slowly to set up his things on the top floor so if someone did happen to stop by they would hopefully leave before seeing him. His main concern about living in a run down factory was all the old rusty equipment left around that he could cut himself on, which wasn't good as Midoriya couldn't recall if his tetanus shot was up to date. He'd have to be careful he wasn't too pleased that his cheek that was cut the previous week was starting to scar. 

As Midoriya laid out his things he realised that this would get old very fast, hopefully he'd die in his sleep, that is if he will be able to fall asleep on the hard, freezing concrete.