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Izuku wasn't considered normal. He's always been considered an outcast, just for his dreams. actions. For how he wanted to be a hero despite how he was quirklessness.
He knew he was at a disadvantage and that he needed a way to shorten the gap, and the only way he knew how was to learn. From others, from fights, from everything.
He would observe other, guessing their quirks and spying the details that many wouldn't notice.
If he couldn't help others now then he would train so that he could later.
Other than heroes he had always loved detectives, from the way they had precision in their decisions to how they were the key to solving cases and saving others, he admired their actions and he wanted their skills, the way they could predict others and piece together information, their skills were almost always immaculate and life changing.
So, he wanted to do the same, he wanted to not only mimic them like he tried to do for All Might, but he wanted to know their skills down to the T and use them, so he found a way, analysis.
Analysis was the key.
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petals with gradients of pink fluttered past him, brushing along his uniform and bag, covering and revealing marred skin that was assumed to be from training, but were instead a reminder of a time when he was an outcast, a time where he was given those scars and they had never fully healed right, and probably never will.
The cherry blossom trees were a shield from the sun, only allowing varying bits to pass through its barrier and touch his freckled face, the one that had shone with interest at certain topics many years ago, but had been torn down so many times it had learnt how to hide and cower in the shadows.
Things had changed since then, so much was different, he was no longer an outsider, he had friends, he had a quirk.
yet some part of him still kept certain things hidden, just in case.
His shoes lifted and fell over and over, the shadow behind him mimicking the action as he made his way down the concreted path, the direction of his usual shortcut.
This was the same path he used to walk down when he needed time to gather himself before making his way home and pretending like nothing was wrong.
Since the Shie Hassaikai raid and his internship with Sir Nighteye this was the first time entering UA, after a month of internships and missing his classmates, he was back, and with that he also had a lot of personal overdue projects, specifically analysis on some cases he had left unfinished when he went for his internship and his usually routine late-night patrols.
By the time he made it to his dorm from the common room, it was around an hour later, he had already booted up his laptop and laid out his notebook, so now all there was to do was to begin his prior routine of an analysis session after dinner.
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'That doesn't make sense, that would have to mean the husband was in an affair, or-maybe, MAYBE THE MAN, THE VICTIM WAS WHO HE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH!, that would mean the wife wasn't in fact another victim but was rather the kidnapper, that makes the most sense so far' Izuku thought to himself as he calculated all the possibilities for this kidnapping case.
His habit of mumbling and speaking aloud staying unnoticed to himself till he zoned back in.
After a few moments and some scribbles of messy writing, he began neatly documenting the evidence he had found, these being links for the sources and the most likely possibilities for the case, before then sealing it all in a clear, plastic, folder labeled 'Niji Ryuu kidnapping case 8/4/30xx'
He would need to drop it by tonight since classes start early in the morning, Aizawa sensei insisted had insisted on starting classes an hour early tomorrow so they could revise some topics from prior classes.
He just needs to not be caught by Aizawa sensei during his daily patrol, since it was Thursday and his sensei's patrol route was around Mustutafu.
He just needs to not be caught by Aizawa sensei.
He can't have Aizawa sensei know he's a vigilante and have him be disappointed in him, anyone but him, just-not Aizawa.
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The comforting fabric rubbed against his skin, slipping up past his knees then his thighs and eventually his hips, the tightness feeling like a cradle holding him together.
Next was the semi tight, torso and chest vest that covered from just above his hips to up around his collarbones, wrapping around his back and his upper arms, the item bringing a feeling of serenity to him.
Both the items feeling like a guide and shield, a constant compared to his routine, the deep tones of color and the absence of light giving him a freedom of keeping hidden in the shadows.
To hide his true identity from ones he cared for, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Finally, was his signature piece, the one his name was mainly recognized for, a hoodie, one of a deep passionate color that reflected him, a proud shade of viridian green.
He loved it, cherished it even, since the age of 13 when he first began his daily patrols and missions, an act of heroism he could do at the time and one he intended on continuing.
Despite everything about the hood being imperfect, from how the size of it caused the item to hang somewhat loose from his frame and how it had remaining stains of blood, it was his signature and an item that held sentimental value for him.
To finish off his daily uniform for his vigilante acts was a pair of red sneakers, one known to only be used by quirkless people.
A certain type of shoes he had worn since around the age of 4 and would probably have to till he dies.
Now his set was complete, with the addition of a multi-pocket black bag that had a multitude of items and his switchblade knife which was tucked into the side of one of his pant pockets.
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Despite how wrong it seemed and how guilty it made him feel, this was basically the only way to get out of UA without alerting a herd of the security bots or a teacher.
The rectangle card swiped across the panel, scanning it before then flickering to an image of All Might and opening the exit, it was a reliable method at least, even if it meant betraying the trust of someone he cared about, he always hated the guilt and regret that followed after he snuck out.
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The wind hurled around him, the short fence standing beneath him, the mix of city lights blurred together as his eyes scanned the surroundings, drifting from one ledge to another as he made his way to the other side of suburb, the sounds still prominent even with his distance from the main highways and roads, it was quieter compared to the morning or late afternoon but the soothing echo of car engines humming and the every once in a while honk still remained, only fading away once he reached the alleys that shifted into the shadows and stretched behind the obvious areas.
His movements were quick and swift, jumping from building to building and roof to roof, the journey to his destination taking mere minutes.
The Mustutafu police office.
He trembled slightly as he ducked behind one of the large general waste bins, hoping the cameras out front of the station wouldn't give his location so soon.
As quickly and quietly as he could, Izuku ducked out from behind the object and let his feet shift towards the mailbox, trying to avoid the detection of any other eyes or devices.
Only once ensuring he was out of the camera’s view did he shove the thick folder of evidence through the gap of public police station letterbox.
Almost certain he would have something go wrong (like the trouble magnet he is) a flexible grey stream of material flung his way, just to prove his point.
His feet moved on instinct ducking and swiftly jumping to the side, bolting to the left and hastily making his way onto the nearest roof, his callused fingers gripping at the pipelines and uneven surfaces that laid on the side of buildings, allowing him his path up without any quirked aids.
Despite how calm he seemed from the outside, inside his heart was racing and the anxiety he knew well was beginning to crawl up his back, drifting from his mind back to his body, he tried to keep himself together and he did manage to but not without the blur of liquid blocking the majority of his vision as he tried to escape his homeroom teacher.
Moments after he had began sprinting across the rooftops a shadowy black figure quickly followed, leaving Izuku to try and escape, like his life depended on it, which it technically did.
After a while of leaping over the large structures and swerving away from as many hits as he could, he tripped up.
The scarf had be expeditiously jumping towards him and due to the overall darkness around him and minimal light, his vision of the scarf had been minimum, only allowing him to see the tints from illuminating from the edges of it as it had swiftly moved.
It had already begun wrapping around his waist, grabbing and tearing at him just like in middles school, just like they had.
He couldn't help it, he began clawing at it, the rise and fall of his chest speeding up, his intake of breaths becoming short and raspy, he became hysterical, trying to form sounds but only being heard as incoherent notices, thrusting and thrashing in the grip of the hold as his teacher reached towards his pocket, his pocket, where he stored his knife, if he cut the scarf he would be entrapped.
He would find out.
He began ripping at the fabric, plastic material, clawing at it, his fingernails carving into it and his own flesh, spilling small streams of blood, spinning in the trap, growling, his breathing only worsening as the moments passed.
Till it happened, small sparks of green burst from his hood, ripping the fabric that made him feel claustrophobic, the moment it did he leapt away, growling towards the other being, spit and saliva being spat outwards as he crept back, towards the shadow, only the glint of his eyes being uncovered for the pro hero to see.
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Aizawa had been trying to catch the local vigilante, the case he had been assigned as a last resort.
He had just managed to catch him in his capture scarf after multiple failed attempts when he began to become almost feral, clawing, thrashing, screeching, even making hysterical futile attempts of escape, was he on trigger or some sort of substance?
Trying to keep his distance due to his lack of information on the situation and not being aware of what variant of substance he was on or whether it was the new trigger type that was contagious, he had been trying to grab his knife so he could cut the material loose but before he could the tension from it left, the grip and added weight was gone, he was out.
with only a small flicker of green energy he was standing mere feet away, his arms hovering semi-outstretched like he was guarding territory or such, a bright almost rabid like spark flickering in his green eyes, the ones peering outside of the iconic hood.
The sight being paired with the wrinkle up expression of his nose and the deep grimace of his mouth which had spit or such dripping from it, in an almost wild way.
Before making their way to the shadows behind them, they had let out a low guttural growl, one that sounded harsh and almost like a warning, or as a safety instinct to scare predators away.
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'C'mon there's no way that's true!' called out one of the uniformed men from their desk, 'we've seen them face mutants on trigger and amounts of dynamite that would scare even the boogeyman!' 'I don't know what to say Eraserhead, it's odd, that they would act like that, so feral like with you while with others, they're almost playful or mocking' 'Tsukauchi I know how this sounds but, somethings off, they're too unknown, yet too familiar, and there's almost no other explanation' 'what are you saying?' 'they know me, or about me,' 'look I know how it sounds, completely unlikely but-I have a feeling' 'ooh a feeling from Eraserhead? Shocking! A once in a lifetime experience!' and with that some of the officers in the corner of the room began cracking up at the others words.
'hmm, I suppose we could have you try and interact with him again, alright, we'll send you to try and catch him tomorrow night instead of officer Sansa' 'of course' 'I'll go and inform him of the schedule change' and with that the detective walked off, leaving Aizawa to his workload of paperwork.
Aizawa didn't want to say it but this case was somewhat personal, the vigilante reminds him too much of his student Izuku Midoriya, the reckless acts he had seen the past few nights, the green eyes, the heroic behaviors, he wouldn't assume the vigilante as him, but he was similar, close enough to make him scared to harm him, he wouldn't hurt his student like that and he wouldn't want to.
There was a reason why he froze up and didn't further pursue him after the escape.
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Izuku was frantic to escape, he had been genuinely afraid, not confident, heroic, afraid but small, weak, unable to do anything afraid, he hated the feeling of being useless and unable to do anything in a situation, to be trapped.
Other than that, even after he had escaped, Aizawa just let him, Aizawa almost never does something like that, actually scratch that never has his sensei let someone escape willingly without further pursuit, so was he catching on, or just something else?
During his journey back to the UA his brain just wouldn't shut up, about the possibilities, the theories, the consequences if he gets caught, the disappointment, everything.
He just hoped he could avoid encounters with his teacher during his late-night hobby; he would rather it stay a secret considering how it was technically illegal.
Before making his way to his dorm, he dropped by All Might's desk in the teacher's lounge and placed back the ID card where it had been before his late-night activity.
He was tired and he just wanted to sleep, honestly, but as he was removing the hood he noticed a bunch of bloody scratch marks curving around his hands, he'll need to bandage those just in case Aizawa sensei notices, or even worse his classmates, he hadn't even considered his classmates since it was so unlikely but-if they found out he doesn't think he could stand their reactions.
Not long after realizing that possibility short gasps of breaths racked his body, leaving him trembling with red-rimmed eyes.
He knew he didn't have to do this, he knew he didn't have to continue this habit but it was a constant compared to everything, the wind of the rooftops, the night sky, it had all been a constant for him since the age of 13 and he wasn't sure he could just let it slip away so quickly.
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His feet stayed unmoving, refusing to react, only agreeing to let his body stand in shock, in fear.
He didn't want to imagine his student like that, him harming Midoriya like that, but he still did and it emotionally pained him, he's almost certain that if it weren’t for everything he's experienced during his career as an underground hero, he would have sobbed.
He needed to end his shift and check if he student is okay, he needed to.
He made his way to the station, slightly more detached than when he first clocked in, he wouldn't say it traumatized him or anything like that but that interaction definitely shocked him.
It went unsaid that the interaction gave him a subconscious feeling of guilt.
By the time he finished the majority of his paperwork it was around an hour and a half later, hoping to clock out before 1 am he decided to cut his productive streak short and leave the rest for the morning, before leaving he would usually down a jelly packet, but not this time, this time he was too concerned too, he was worried, he just wanted to check on his student, his problem child, his trouble magnet, he needed to.
The ID register blinked a few times before appearing with a formal photo of Aizawa, the confirmation signaling the entry to open, allowing him to continue his pace of speedwalking towards the dorms, and eventually to Midoriya's room.
His hand hovered above the door, surprisingly hesitating, despite so he let his hand swirl around the knob, to his relief his problem child was laying curled up on his bed, some bandages wrapping around his wrists and hands, the most common areas that were affected by his quirk, it seemed as if most of the ones curling around his hands were new, he would need to remind him not to over train his quirk during class tomorrow.
With that discovery he draped Midoriya's blanket over him and shut the door, letting the emotions of concern sink away as he made his way to his office.
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The alarm rung 7:30 am in comparison to the usual 6:20 am, he shoved his mini notepad and pen in his pocket, he prepared the books he needed for that day, gave an attempt at his tie like he always did every morning, he curled his socks down in a formal manner to avoid Lida's ranting and then he opened and closed his dorm door, making his way out of his room, then out of his dorms, walking, step by step to his class.
The one with Eraserhead, his homeroom teacher, his mentor.
Hoping throughout the day he could figure out whether Aizawa was aware of his identity.
Whether he'll act like his prior sensei, the one who was neglective and dismissed his potential even if his actions showed it.
Even if deep down he knew Mr. Aizawa would never do that, those past experiences plagued his perception.
Classes had gone as normal, no teachers-or anyone was whispering behind his back about anything, his sensei wasn't acting different, or at least not in a negative way, if anything positively, he had seemed to pay more attention to Izuku today, asking about the injury on his hand in a concerned tone rather than in an accusational or condemning tone, reminding him to not over work himself, glancing at him through the lesson and making sure he was caught up, he was kinder than usual.
He could tell from the micro-expressions that filled his teacher's face and the acts from today that he didn't know, or at least not yet.
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The following night he had decided to go for his normal routine, patrol from 10 to 11:30 or 12 then rechecking any highly valuable places, till finally he checked the late-night stores like gas stations and fast-food places in case of any events around those areas or such.
During the end part of his routine, he had spotted Eraserhead and he really had tried to avoid him but eventually it was inevitable.
He had been chased through the city, almost caught in his capture scarf twice and then in the attempt of an escape from Aizawa's pursuit he had had almost killed himself by jumping off an extremely high building, which he had refused to use his quirk for because the situation wasn't that bad, he didn't need it and he didn't want to reveal his identity by using his quirk.
Which he probably did need it and the situation in fact was that bad.
By the time he fell conscious again, there was a burning ache to the sides of his legs and it felt like something inside was shattered, his left ribs felt like they were carving into him, his head was swirling like a broken washing machine and there was blood pooling from his side.
The deep shade glinting in the limited light, the stickiness feeling like a trap to the ground, despite so he made his way up, short streams of quick breaths flowing from him as he clawed his way up from the ground.
'Shoot! it soaked through my hood-YOUCH! it burns, it burns so much-'
The aching of everything felt like it held his fate, causing his movements to be slowed, causing the injuries to burn at every muscle’s movement, everything feeling strained and as if it had been twisted.
He'll be fine.
He can do this, even if he has to struggle or limp home, he'll do it.
Right?
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He limped towards the teacher lounge, no intention of admitting his injuries nor identity but rather to return the ID card, before placing it next to the photo frame it always sat by, he wiped off the splatters blood, hoping All Might wouldn't notice the small smears that covered the edges.
He continued his journey to his dorm, making it there after an immense amount of struggle and sheer determination of not being caught.
Before deciding to just give into the darkness the was begging for his attention he removed the hood, seeing the obvious injuries that littered varying parts of his skin in the mirror.
Generously large scrapes on his legs that had flaky bits of skin circling and clinging to it like it was a lifeline, blood and deeper scape marks littering his ribs, the shade glistening like rubies as it swam from around his chest to his waist, and finally a spillage of blood leaking down the side of his head, the warm feeling filling his hands as he tried to assess the injuries.
Nothing he couldn't disinfect and wrap, or double wrap as a precaution, if he needed anymore precautions, he could always wear clothes under his uniform.
Hoping the double wrapped bandages would hide the blood and the disgusting monstrosity of marred and bruised skin that laid beneath them.
He placed his hood that stored a stench of decay into the wash, before then allowing his body to give out and sink into the bed, letting the sheets and blankets consume him like he was main course, letting everything slip away as he drifted from reality.
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The ends of his scarf flung around as the wind whipped around him, his face turning as he tried to determine what direction the vigilante may have gone, he could already feel the anxiety for his student this vigilante rising.
He used his capture weapon to aid in his search, swinging from building to building, only the dim streetlamps allowing him to see within the surrounding areas, during that time he had been thinking.
'Shit' he knew the possibilities it could be someone else but something buzzed under his skin, he-he, Midoriya wouldn't-couldn't be the vigilante right.?'
Aizawa was anxious, he knew there was a chance of it since he first saw the vigilante, since he saw the recordings and surveillance, since he heard the rumors of this person after he met the kid.
Honestly, he didn't know how he would feel if it was, this wasn't something that had begun recently, this started around 2 or 3 years ago, when Midoriya would have been 13, before he had a quirk.
He started this before beginning or even preparing to go to UA, to think about this would-it-he doesn't know what to say, it makes so much sense but none at the same time.
The fact he started at that age makes sense, he is heroic, he can't stay still when someone is in danger and that self-sacrificial tendency had to come from somewhere, what doesn't make sense is for 1. how he continued this after joining UA rather than giving it up and continuing to put his focus toward his studies and 2. how he reacted, why would he act terrified with Aizawa?
Aizawa wouldn't-actually yes he would, he would be angry but not for breaking the law no, no he would be angry because his problem child is actively risking his life and has been since 13, not only that but he would be disappointed in himself, one because what made Midoriya act so terrified of him when he's so normal in class, and for two, why didn't he notice sooner?
He knew this was only a theory but it tore at him.
He couldn't prove anything now but he could at least make a start to find out, he returned to his office in the police department, pulling out a new classic pin board and beginning to make notes to add on, in the middle two iconic people laid pinned next to each other, Midoriya and Viridian.
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Throughout the next few days of patrol and 'attempting' to catch the vigilante, he added to the pin board, adding things from recordings, surveillance, newspapers and his own theories, color-coding them whether they were facts, semi-facts, rumors, or completely false.
Hoping this could get him somewhere soon.
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Throughout the past few days a few things had varied, he wasn't fully sure what but A-Eraserhead hadn't been as focused on catching him, still trying but more as for the view rather than the actual goal, for the HPSC.
Not only that but Erase-Aizawa had still been acting nice, or as nice as he could seem without ruining his reputation, he had put a jelly packet on Izuku's desk when he got an A on an assessment, he was still asking about his injuries, being overall just caring.
Was this-what is was like to have genuinely nice teacher?
If it were then maybe, just maybe he could trust Aizawa?
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Aizawa wasn't sure why but he kept helping his problem child, he gave him jelly packets when he did well in class and training, he asked about injuries, ensured he actually went to recovery girl, he wasn't sure why but he felt so parental towards Izuku, he felt like Izuku needed to be protected and cared for, so he tried to, without ruining his reputation of course, and trying to keep it a down-low from the other staff members.
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The Viridian sleeves whipped around the figure's arms, his eyes trained on his surroundings, something felt different tonight, like a shift had happened without warning.
Nothing seemed off but that feeling still lingered around the Atmosphere, like a shadow.
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'Seriously!?' 'yes seriously! The hero commission isn't tolerating that we haven't caught the vigilante yet!' 'their giving us two more nights to catch him, and if we don't then someone from their department is going to take the case!' 'Eraserhead, I know your able to do better, why are you letting this vigilante away?' Tsukauichi informed and questioned 'because-he reminds me of my student, Midoriya to be precise, his reckless acts, the self-sacrificial tendency, how he uses his surroundings and is practically always hunched if not in action, he reminds me too much of Midoriya' 'do I need to assign someone else to this case?' 'no, I'll have it handled' 'alright then' said the detective before walking off.
His mind felt like a cord wrapped in a knot, a knot that could only be solved after time,.
His mind was mixed between so many questions, 'why does he act so terrified and frantic every time we encounter eachother?' 'what's the difference between the encounters with me compared to any other hero?' 'why did he become a vigilante?' and especially 'is this vigilante truly Midoriya?' If it was then it would open an entirely new door or questions, not only the prior ones but also others such as 'why did he continue after joining UA' 'what age specifically did he start this' 'is anyone else aware of these activities,' so many questions that he was anxious but slightly relieved to get the answers of, as soon as he catches the vigilante of course.
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Aizawa's shadow was nonexistent from where he stood, the vigilante was on the rooftop currently and he was directly under, the building's structure had the top roof and then just below that by a small drop was another ledge which was non visible from above, allowing Aizawa to hide while being able to watch his target, however, not as an act this time.
The capture scarf unraveled as it realized now was the perfect time to strike, launching to the side of the building to come from the behind the vigilante he swung his way up, the grey flexible material leaping as so.
Aizawa leapt towards Viridian, as soon as the other realized the shadow approaching them from behind they side-leapt, leaving a mere few feet between the figures, both in position to either return to a fight or for a chase.
Izuku went to move but the underground hero moved quicker, capture weapon leaping around him before he could even dodge, leaving him on the floor squirming, frantic.
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His body struggle in the cage like scarf, his upper body being enclosed in the tight web, leaving below his thighs free, despite so the rolling and kicking provided him no aid in escaping.
His breathing quickened, pulling him from his already frantic dire situation but to a hysterical and even more dire situation, his breathing remained as low as he could make it (which was quite low if his middle school bullies could say anything) which still beginning to pick up pace.
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Aizawa wasn't going to make him reveal his identity here, he would rather wait till he's at the station with Tsukauchi, just in case.
So he dragged the other in his capture scarf as he made his way to the police department, which luckily wasn't too far
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First it was dragging him through the door, then him going through the room full of other cops and authority figures and finally the interrogation room, where Tsukauchi was already waiting (presumably pre-notified by his teacher).
He's honestly surprised he hadn't passed out yet, he's kinda disappointing by it, anything to get him out of this confrontation.
However his prayers weren't answered, quite the opposite, so with that it began.
'Please take off your hood' He shook his head indicating his refusal, 'Eraserhead' 'with that he complied, not wanting this to be as bad as it seemed it was already heading.
The cat was out of the bag, nearly quite literally, the hood had been removed and placed scrunched up on the table, the person revealed underneath leaving mixed emotions on the other's faces, said person having tears welling up in their eyes and leaving their eyes trained on the floor.
'M-Midoriya' froze Eraserhead as he spoke 'why' 'wh-why what.? Why I started this, why I continued it, which?' ' why did you react so terrified towards me?' Oh and wasn't that a question of the century? There was so many reasons why but the main one was that he was terrified to lose his teacher, one of the only people who treated him like an equal student, but Izuku wasn't going to admit that.
'Because your known to be the best in the underground and I didn't want to be caught and charged' 'lie' 'problem child' warned Aizawa 'Because I-' 'I didn't want to be expelled, this is the only school I've truly been accepted or treated equally, and your the first teacher who treated me like that' the last part was muttered but it was still caught, a pin drop could be heard with the silence in the room.
And that's when it happened, tears flowed from his face, dripping onto his pants, overflowing and refusing to stop, his sniffles filled the room, despite so his face still fell downwards, hiding the majority of his face from the others.
'I'm-sorry' he hiccuped through tears, usually Aizawa wouldn't do this but this case was different, he walked around to his student and gave him a hug, with that his student buried his face into the his shoulder and latched onto his scarf like a lifeline, Aizawa's arms wrapped around the kid's back, giving him the comfort and warmth he deserved.
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By the end of the interview many things had spilled, his quirk details, how he gained it, when he got it, his middle school events, the bullying, how Aizawa was the first teacher to care about him, everything, and with those confessions his teacher held him and comforted him, told him the truth of how he was treated, and how he was going to set up daily sessions with Hound Dog.
He also had to talk to the head of the police department but he got a similar deal as the Stain case, for his efforts and support to the community all charges would be considered dropped and dealt with, and he would make a video announcement he's giving up his vigilante identity as an announcement to the public.
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'This is the vigilante Viridian signing off, after years of my borderline illegal (some parts were) activities which I've quite enjoyed, I'd like to focus on my school life, maybe one day I'll reveal who I am, but for now please continue doing as much of an effort as you can towards your goal, goodbye.'