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It started when Shota was called into Tsukauchis office on a random Tuesday morning. Well, morning was a strong word, he'd just finished patrol at around 3 AM and had recieved a call from the detective that apparently couldn't wait until a reasonable hour.
Which is exactly how he found himself sat in the uncomfortable leather chair opposite Tsukauchis desk, doing his best to stay awake while the detective droned on about some vigilante who'd been active in the more...underdeveloped areas of Musutafu.
"'Place is a shithole anyway. Why's this vigilante such an issue? They're only doing what the commission doesn't want to deal with." Shota Questioned, rubbing a hand against his eyes to try and wake himself up.
Tsukauchis brow knitted together in a way that signaled he wasn't just trying to waste the heroes time.
"Locals think it might be a kid."
Oh. That was an issue. Such an issue that Shota was willing to change his patrol route for the next night to find this kid and bring them in.
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Izuku suited up for the night, shoving his tattered old boots on over his probably even older pants. He's not actually sure which out of the two is the most ancient, they washed up on dagobah beach about a month ago and he's been using the scraps from his old pants to stitch up any holes that appeared in them. It was getting to the point where he was walking around looking like a picnic blanket.
Izuku teleported his lunch box its respective hook on his belt, taking a good look around the mill he lived in to gauge if there was anything he had forgotten to do before he left.
His mattress lump was prepared perfectly for when he would come back later that night so he could crash into it instantly, he'd made sure to switch off the generator for all appliances but the fridge so all his food didn't literally die (can food die? He guessed it was technically already dead but then again was cheese ever really living) and he'd blocked off all the windows to prevent anyone from thinking there was anyone inhabiting the area. The last thing he needed was to come 'home' to all of his shit being robbed.
Okay! He was ready to go. Teleporting to the end of the street was actually much easier than going through the whole 'risking someone seeing him leave a supposedly abandoned mill' ordeal, but it did take him a few seconds to recover without passing out because of the distance.
It was late September so nighttime air was still pretty humid, great for when Raccoon was trying to sleep in their air vent of a living space but not so great for patrols. They really needs to start thinking about getting a thinner version of their costume for during the summer...maybe next year if they can pickpocket enough change before then. Who knows, some rich idiot might come strolling through district 12 looking for trouble.
Until then, they'll just have to make do with their current routine of stealing the wallets of the criminals they take down. Sort of like a delivery fee, except the thing they're delivering is criminals to the police.
Speaking of which, Raccoons ears perked up at the faint sound of struggling coming from a nearby alleyway. This district was a hotspot for crime, so there was very rarely an uneventful patrol they went on - which is exactly why they could never afford a day off, not when each minute counted.
Raccoon crept up to the side of the alley, listening for any visual cues to who exactly they would be dealing with before they had to show their face. It sounded like two..no, three, roughly average sized men cornering some poor guy for his belongings. Jesus, needing to be a 3v1 just to pickpocket someone is seriously pathetic. Raccoon finally peeked their head round the wall, their suspicions being confirmed as they were met with a timid looking business dude being pinned against the wall by a much bigger man, two other guys with an almost identical physique positioned either side of him. They were still yet to notice Raccoon, so they took the opportunity to teleport behind one of the scarier looking of the three and hit him around the back of his head with a pipe they'd found on the floor, knocking him clean out and falling to the ground. The other two men turned to them almost instantly, but before either of them could react Raccoon touched the arm of the timid guy and teleported him to safety at the opening of the alleyway.
The latter of the two remaining men, a blonde dude who was the one originally pinning the poor guy to the wall swung a fist directly towards Raccoons face - a sloppy move, but the guy must have had some sort of wind quirk because it didn't even touch them but it sent them flying back a few feet. Taking a fraction of a second to gather themselves, they teleported behind the blondie and used the pipe to send a hard hit to his knee, causing him to fall to the ground in what they hoped was pain. The last guy standing clearly wasn't much of a fighter because he just...started backing away. Raccoon sighed and repeated the move they'd done on the first guy, sending him also falling to the ground alongside his buddy. Blondie was still recovering from his knee injury, but just to be sure Raccoon whacked his other knee to make sure he was genuinely unable to get up. It seemed to work, because they managed to spend the next thirty seconds tying them all up like some villains of the week with a piece of rope they'd found in the last guys pocket. Idiot.
Raccoon turned to the opening of the alleyway, sighing in exasperation to see the victim had ran away. Great, now they were gonna have to fish a phone out of one of these dickheads pockets. It took them a while, but they'd eventually managed to find a beaten up iPhone in the jacket pockets of one of the unconscious guys, along with his wallet. Raccoon ofcourse only took the cash, because they were a good citizen and definitely not because they didn't want to get arrested a year into their career for using a stolen card.
Raccoon quickly dialed 110, tapping their boot against the ground in anticipation as they waited for the other line to connect. They could swear the police would wait list calls from this district because they were a 'hopeless case' in the solving crimes area.
"Musutafu police, what's your emergency?"
Finally.
"6EH, flair Street, three assailants and a victim who ran away, but their ID was left on the scene." Raccoon repeated back, inspecting the drivers license that definitely didn't belong to either of the three men on the ground.
The line cut off for a second, before they heard a different voice on the other end.
"Raccoon."
Oh. So the police had finally caught onto what he was doing. Fuck sake. Raccoon knew they should probably hang up, but they were also somewhat curious to see what the other person had to say.
"Detective Tsukauchi here, from the Musutafu police. You're not in trouble kid, we just wanna make sure you're okay."
Yeah he can fuck right off, talking to Raccoon like they were some toddler being scolded for smashing an important plate. Raccoon hung up the phone, dropping it to the floor and smashing it with their boot until it was barely even recognisable as a phone anymore. They teleported onto a roof a fair distance away, sitting down to cope with the wave of dizziness that washed over them from the distance.Once they heard police sirens approaching the scene, they booked off in the opposite direction towards their favourite post-patrol hangout spot.
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Shota had spent the past three hours patrolling the alleged district the kid had been spotted for the past month or so - or at least the month they were aware of, as Locals had only began coming to the police with concerns around that time. They described a rather short, could be either gender, teenager wearing all black get-up not including the hoodie with grey... Raccoon ears sticking out the top of their hood. Hence the nickname that had been given to them by the locals of the district, 'Raccoon'. Not that creative he'd have to admit, but he didn't have high hopes for the people who'd sent him on a wild goose chase when he could've been in bed on his night off.
He'd decided roofs were the best way to travel to get the most view of the area, and after receiving a call from Tsukauchi about the area Raccoon was last in, he finally spotted a figure perched on the roof of a... Greggs bakery.
Shota had been told to approach the kid as non-threateningly as possible, and since they had no reported quirk yet that meant using Erasure wasn't the best idea right now. He began approaching the roof of the pizza place, using his capture scarf to swing from lamp post to lamp post, but as soon as Raccoon lifted their gaze to look at him, they quite literally disappeared into a cloud of green smoke.
Teleportation quirk then. Maybe using Erasure wasn't the worst idea.