Hello everyone! I am back with another chapter. I know this has taken awhile, and future chapters will likely follow the same non-existent schedule, but this story is still alive. Many thanks to everyone who reviewed/commented on the last chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi.

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Yuuei was beyond impressive, Izuku acknowledged the fact with wide eyes as he stood outside the gates gleaming in the early morning sun, the large building imposed upon its surroundings. With a breath, maybe for courage, maybe hesitation, Izuku swept his hand through his newly shortened hair and entered the building; just another perspective face within the crowds.

He heard his old classmate before Izuku even saw him, though it was doubtable how anyone could miss Bakugo in a crowd. The other teen was yelling, or perhaps talking to another student, likely in class A, the future heroes of the generation; the poor sod.

It curled his chest something bitter to think of it in such a nature when he knew that many of them, like most of the hero industry, were only attracted to the job for money or fame. Some were decent, of course they were, but with the way their society had structured itself, Izuku doubted it would make a true impact.

It was like the academy in of itself, their own entrance exam benefitted and suited only a certain range of powers, and hence Shinsou had been resigned to class B. If they wanted to encourage a true generation of heroes, and not alienate others such as Shinsou then equality would be expected.

Speaking of his introverted friend Izuku glided to stand beside the purple-haired teen who was studying their surrounding students with an air of disdain, though underneath it all Izuku suspected the teen was somewhat excited.

Midoriya wondered if he had already tried to talk to someone, he doubted any of the students would react particularly well to Shinsou's quirk. It was something that frightened them, those who didn't understand, even with the intent and possibilities for good.

"Izuku."

Shinsou greeted with a soft grin that played across his features and highlighted what Izuku liked about his friend. Grinning in return Izuku mimed a small wave even as their gaze was collectively drawn to the large spectacle Bakugo was drawing. Someone had likely brought up the topic of his recent involvement with the slime villain and All Might.

Midoriya had encountered the villain beforehand, after school, through some unfortunate twist of fate. But he had just brought out the liquid nitrogen. It had been… interesting to meet All Might, and Izuku would be lying if he had said he didn't become a slight fanatic, but he had always been somewhat of a fan since his childhood (the research potential had been unlimited).

But inevitably Izuku had found the time amidst all of the chaos of the villain, to ask All Might the question, one that had lingered within him ever since that day in the doctor's office. Could someone be a hero without a quirk?

The answer had been expected but nonetheless hurt (and why All Might may have thought Izuku even had a quirk was beyond him), even if he knew the superhero's answer was wrong. He had proven it to himself. Izuku had wisely decided to spend the rest of the day with a tub of ice cream and the internet.

Before the situation could escalate, and certain explosions appear the school bell rung, and the crowds dispersed in the typical frantic hurry, especially of the first day.

Shinsou turned to trade a small closed look with Izuku, one that seemed to belay his lack of hope for the coming day. Izuku patted his friend on the shoulder in an imitation of comfort, sharing the sentiment with a mirroring bitter smile dancing across his features.

"Lunch?"

Shinsou questioned cautiously as Izuku nodded content with the plan. With a last wave, the young vigilante darted off towards the school building.

As Izuku ducked and weaved through the crowd of students surging towards their classes, he idly listened as a blond-haired student spoke to another with bright red hair that stuck up in all directions about class A. About the power levels of the class, and fleetingly what was expected of their first day.

For a moment Izuku considered actually attending class, as supposed to watching the next generation of heroes and their power dynamics. He only shook his head decisively with the acknowledgement that they likely wouldn't be doing anything within the General Education classes in any case; at least not on the first day.

Izuku slipped into his seat long enough for the teacher to call his name, a pleasant looking woman if appearing a bit strict before he slipped out of the classroom and into the empty hallways.

It was always strange entering an area that was normally filled with typical human bustle. Izuku supposed he should be used to the sensation considering how often it happened on patrol, the countless abandoned buildings, or even simply the streets, he wondered if it was some leftover instinct from when their lives had been dependant on living within groups, or if it was simply the human condition.

Quickly and quietly Izuku picked his way through the hallways, alert for anyone searching for students. It took him a minute to figure out where the class had disappeared to, but Izuku figured it out within a short time frame. Eventually, he escaped the building and after a few moments of searching found the fields where class A was stranded with Eraserhead, the hero who held the ability to nullify other's quirks.

Izuku had started looking up to the man sometime after his first week on the street, he had always underestimated the man before that; he was a hero who lived in the shadows after all. But experiencing the physical strength and technique needed to deal with villains, even with nullifying material, had given him an insider's appreciation.

Slipping behind the surrounding foliage, an eclectic mix of shrubbery and passive trees, Izuku pulled out one of the many books he had lining his pockets but mostly his bag, and flipped to a fresh page, eyes sharp as they scanned the new heroes.

He flinched slightly as a teen with her hair tied up in ribbons glanced in Izuku's direction. Instead of moving he remained still, trusting in the foliage he had hidden behind, a lesson his sensei had always been particular about. After a moment the student turned away, and Izuku's heart settled in his chest from where it had been pounding loud enough to fill his senses like a war drum.

He observed with carefully mired interest as the students competed in typical gym activities, but with the enhancement of their quirks. He watched as a girl removed the gravity around an object with one hand and carefully noted it in his notebook. He followed as others such as Iida Tenya followed in his family's footsteps, or rather his family's penchant for speed. Even if he had wanted to ignore Bakugo he found himself unable, as he jotted a few notes about his former friend's quirk.

Perhaps one of the most interesting was Todoroki Shouto the son of the hero Endeavour. Just the thought of the hero sent a bitter spike of annoyance curling through his system. He had encountered the fiery hero before, and he had been something short of a hero in any system, not to mention his somewhat intimidating facial hair.

His son was a product of a quirk marriage, and Izuku knew somewhat distantly that the kid was quite unlucky. But the knowledge that he refused to use one-half of his powers, just to spite his father still sent something blazing within Izuku. The idea that someone who had a quirk; one that could be used to aid people and save people, was not being used because of spite was something inherently wrong to Izuku.

Still, he observed the collective of future heroes with a thoughtful expression. Some had great potential, through quirk prowess alone. But others would likely be more suited to support heroes or even helping the economy such as Yaoyorozu Momo, who could potentially create supplies for the impoverished parts of the city through her quirk.

Then there was the small midget with the purple hair, who Izuku could see leering at the female students. Evidently, he would become a problem in the future, and Izuku silently wondered if the faculty would do anything, if they would "deal" with it like they dealt with bullying.

Izuku cocked his head as the sound of footsteps drew near and he glanced to the side to see Shinsou walking towards the shrubbery Izuku was settled beside at a leisurely pace, aware that if he was seen his quirk would allow him silence. The teen waved easily at Izuku and with a lazy grin plopped beside the young vigilante.

"The student with the lowest score gets expelled."

Shinsou informed him in lieu of greeting with easy nonchalance, eyes tracing the prospective students with something bitter like the coffee Izuku was fond of. It tickled something inside his skull, that bitterness, maybe it was a reflection of his own feelings laid bare; or it was just concern for his friend.

"Eraserhead holds a reputation for a reason."

Izuku acknowledged with a nod, recalling how the man had expelled a whole class the year before. He flashed a smile of gratitude for the information in his friend's direction before he refocused on the class watching as the last activity was finished and the students gathered with a general air of nervousness.

Eraserhead studied the students for a moment, his face cold and closed off, and Izuku could almost sense a weary hanging off of the man's shoulders. Izuku felt the same weary often enough, and he knew Shinsou understood it well.

The vigilante watched with mute surprise as the small teen with purple hair was expelled for having the lowest scores among his peers. It created a general hush of conversation as the boy wailed, and begged his teacher to revoke the condemning decision.

Izuku only nodded to himself, lazily speculating on the future of the boy. He might turn to petty crime (he didn't seem to possess enough intelligence for anything greater) or else go through life in mediocrity. Perhaps if the boy possessed any will other than perversion he would apply to another school.

Tucking his notebook back into his school bag and as the attention of the class was distracted he rose to his feet, offering a hand to Shinsou who had watched the proceedings with bland disinterest splashed across his features, even as beneath his eyes glowed with satisfaction.

Together they re-entered the school and walked through the classes slowly bustling towards life and entering the hallways.

"You shouldn't have skipped."

Izuku casually remarked to his friend even if his tone was somewhat mothering as they steered themselves towards Shinsou's classroom. His friend tensed for a moment, shoulders stiff before he shrugged and Izuku decided to expand on his logic, "If you're not there, you can't meet your classmates. In any case, you should try an attend class."

"And you shouldn't?"

Shinsou responded after a minute where he nodded his ascent to Izuku's logic, even if they likely disagreed on the subject matter. Shinsou as a fellow introvert didn't necessarily want to become close to his classmates, and that wasn't considering his quirk. But Izuku had proposed before that the connection formed in the classes would aid him in the future.

Letting his attention return to the teen's retort Izuku thought it over ifor a spare moment, before shrugging his shoulders. The first day was just introductions, and in any case, some of the content Izuku already knew. His only worry was that Hatsume might yell at him, though he doubted it would be anything truly harmful.

Shinsou only shook his head with a snort, likely also thinking of their favourite inventor, as they arrived at his classroom, the first-period teacher just bustling out with a frazzled look about the man.

Izuku cocked his head with a nod and waved farewell to his friend who only rolled his eyes and entered the classroom. He waited for a moment longer before he slipped out of the notice of the teacher and meandered back to his classroom.

As he was walking Izuku thought over the quirks he had seen, analysing how they functioned (the one who created objects had to consume something), what their prospective uses were (there were the typical hardening quirks, but others that were unique), and how they could be improved upon (at what point does their quirk stop its greatest functionality).

Lost in his head as he was Izuku was unaware of the student in his path until he collided with them. They both sprawled to the ground with the clutter of falling objects. Izuku hastily apologized, well aware of the multiple times his mother had chided him for losing himself in his own thoughts.

The student, a female with brown hair and a simple if pretty face apologized in return; a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Stumbling to his feet Izuku brushed himself off and reached out a hand to the teen who gazed up at him with wide eyes before a smile, one that was dazzling and bright, alighted across her features and she took his hand, a pinkie sticking out of the embrace.

"Uraraka Ochako nice to meet you."

The cheerful brunette stated as she looked into Izuku's eyes. Midoriya cursed his inexperience and typical teenage body blushed even as he nodded his head and responded, "Midoriya Izuku."

Another beaming smile settled on Uraraka's lips before she glanced down towards the ground and with a small noise of surprise bent down to pick up one of Izuku's notebooks. He sighed with resignation, knowing that it had likely fallen out of his pocket in the collision.

The teen glanced at him for a moment as if asking, curiosity written like sunlight across her features. Izuku debated shaking his head for a moment, knowing that the knowledge held within the notebook was potentially damming, but then he looked into her eyes again and saw only honest curiosity. Reluctantly he nodded, and she flipped open the book, surprise and awe splashing across her features.

"This is amazing Midoriya-san are you in the hero program?"

Uraraka asked eyes seemingly sparkling in the hallway. Izuku winced, it was faint and entirely instinctive, and he cursed his body for giving him away even as he shook his head and replied, "No I'm in General Education."

He half-expected some disdain or something of the same sort he had received all his life for being quirkless, but the teen only nodded her head eyes still skimming the page before she smiled sheepishly and handed the book back with a timid expression.

"Are you in the program Uraraka-san?"

Izuku asked politely watching as the teen nodded, a hand reaching up to brush aside her bangs. He absently connected the dots, the teen was the one with the gravity quirk, potentially powerful, and would likely be an amazing support hero.

Before Izuku could bid farewell to the brunette and escape the conversation another student sidled up to the brunette studying Izuku with shifty eyes, which were not wholly unexpected.

"Tenya Iidya."

The student intoned, eyes sharp as piano wire as he extended his hand in a precise graceful motion. Izuku nodded his head in greeting shaking the prompted hand and responding, "Midoriya Izuku."

The speed student nodded his head in greeting before turning to Uraraka and asking after her health, inquiring if Izuku had been bothering her; always the perfect hero. The brunette exclaimed something about happy accidents, and Izuku caught a brief mention of his notebook and intelligence. He wisely decided that then was the key opportunity to make an escape to his own class.

Just as he turned to leave Tenya turned his sharp gaze, hidden by glasses as it was, onto Izuku once more with newfound appreciation. Uraraka seemed to bounce or float on her feet as she cheerfully stated, "You should come sit with us at lunch Midoriya-san."

Though it was a suggestion and phrased without a hint of coercion Izuku somehow felt the inexplicable sense that it was really an order. One he wasn't inclined to follow.

Midoriya was relatively fine with most of class A, but while he was open to pleasantries he wasn't necessarily desiring of friendship.

Nodding his head in hasty agreement, even as he acknowledged that Shinsou would just have to suffer eating outside till the brunette lost interest, Izuku glanced obviously at the clock.

"Ah, we don't want to hold you Midoriya-san. Goodbye."

Tenya absolved the situation pleasantly, his own features betraying his unwillingness to Uraraka's situation. The brunette echoed the sentiment with a bit more pep and Izuku waved farewell before he turned and fled down the hallways.

He could almost feel their gazes on the back of his skull, and Izuku wondered at his luck that he was already acquainted distantly with some of class A. At least he supposed there was no chance he would be moved to the class, considering his lack of quirk (which he was only maybe occasionally bitter about).

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Izuku crouched in front of the small girl and tugged the lower half of his mask down so that she could see his features and not the somewhat frightening design. Her hair was tangled in obsidian threads about her face and large onyx eyes gazed up at him with something akin to awe.

The young vigilante carefully pushed aside the warmth budding in his chest and flooding his cheeks as he checked the girl over for any visible wounds. He had intervened before anything serious had happened, but it was always important to check.

"What's your name?"

Izuku asked as he found a tiny scrape on her arm, blood leaking sluggishly from the wound, glowing almost black in the inky lighting. Glancing back for a moment, in the direction where the villain had been subdued he confirmed the villain was still unconscious and returned his attention to the small girl, as she after a moment where shyness played across her features responded, "Natsuki."

"Nice to meet you Natsuki. You can call me Komadori."

Izuku responded, warmth shining through his voice as he ruffled through the belt encircling his hips and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol and a band-aid.

Natsuki's eyes widened as she glanced at the medical supplies, and Izuku in the burgeoning darkness of the evening glanced a touch closer at the child's clothing, noting the small rips and tears that some would associate with playful children. Izuku merely shook his head and with gentle tenderness took Natsuki's arm and cautioned, "This might sting a bit, but it'll make sure your arm doesn't get infected."

"Infected?"

The young girl questioned even as Izuku applied the alcohol provoking a small wince and a pout that was cute even in the half-shadows of the alleyway. Nodding Midoriya stripped open the bandage and expertly applied it to Natsuki's arm.

"Yep that's when dirt and other nasty things get in an open wound, but you don't have to worry about that now Natsuki."

The little girl smiled happily at him, it was a small smile the mere quirking upwards of her lips but nonetheless, it invoked once more the familiar warmth in his chest. Shifting on his knees Izuku glanced at their surroundings once more before quietly he asked, "Do you have anywhere to sleep Natsuki."

The girl's eyes sharpened at that, growing fierce, though Izuku likened it more towards the actions of a kitten. The act lasted for all of a minute under Izuku's warm gaze before her bottom lip trembled and she shook her head.

He knew in that sad knowledge that had seemingly become instinctive with how much time he spent in the bad parts of town, that the girl likely had parents, maybe even a home. But sometimes that didn't mean anything.

Letting a welcoming grin slip across his features Izuku tugged up the bottom of his mask so it settled over his nose and gracefully, or at least so it appeared gracefully (practice beyond measure) rose to his feet and extended his hand.

Natsuki looked up at him, eyes shining in the darkness, before she reached out and took his hand letting him pull her to her feet. He gave her a minute to settle on the ground before with light dancing in his eyes he whisked her onto his shoulders in a practised motion.

She giggled, the sound high and clear, bouncing off the lingering emptiness of the streets, while beneath his mask Izuku smiled, something soft and real. With a nod to himself, Izuku glanced towards the villain, some petty criminal with a lame but annoying quirk. He likely wouldn't wake for another hour or so, and by then Izuku could return to bring him to a station.

Glancing around once more, as the feeling of eyes on the back of his head made itself known, Izuku glanced around the streets before his gaze darted towards the crowning tops of the skyscrapers. Seeing nothing Izuku heaved a sigh, and stored the knowledge for later.

Walking down the street, Izuku spotted a familiar collection of stores, some with illuminated neon signs flickering and glowing on the pavement with ethereal luminescence. Knowing where he was Izuku took a left and returned his attention to the child settled upon his shoulders.

"So Natsuki do you have a quirk?"

Izuku asked voice like a gunshot in the silence, it tickled some warning bells inside his head. He shushed the bells with a silent huff.

"Uh-huh my mom says it's a really good quirk, but dad says it could be better."

Natsuki responded with that tone of voice that all children seemed to mimic when speaking of their parent's words. Izuku hummed even as his mind connected the dots. A quirk marriage; one that inevitably wasn't working out. He hated the idea of such things; it was the same ideology that led people to marry with the belief of producing a certain race of offspring.

Even if Izuku's father was gone, he still knew that the man had loved his mother. She had shared little about the absent man, but when she did speak of him, her eyes reflected like the universe and Izuku could understand if only a little what people would do for love.

"Oh yeah? What type of quirk do you have though? Can you spit fire? Or shoot lasers from your eyes? Or I know… can you recite the names of everyone backwards."

Izuku questioned knowing they would bring some mirth to the heaving silence. The child laughed a sound that instantly drew a smile to his lips unbidden; it was like that with most children. Lightly she tapped his head with her fist and replied, "Silly that's not a quirk!"

"But it is! I've met them, any name in the world and they can recite it backwards."

Izuku responded in earnest thinking of the poor student who claimed to have such a quirk. He still debated the merits of such truth, wondering if the boy had merely been a prodigy or had an eidetic memory.

"Oh yeah could they recite this name Poetatsukiorihimetoshiro?"

Natsuki challenged with a grin, the name lingering in the air like some fantastical note or wondrous phrase. Izuku only nodded his head insistently earning a bright laugh as the girl no doubt tried to imagine someone saying the name backwards.

After a moment where Izuku knew the distance to the destination wouldn't be much farther Izuku asked, "So what is your quirk Natsuki?"

"I can control water!"

The young girl stated proudly, Izuku nodded his head, it was a quirk to be proud of, and he idly wondered how far her powers extended. Fluid manipulation like most quirks had certain levels to it. Some people could only bend a certain amount of liquid, others only the pure form of said liquid.

"That's a very cool quirk Natsuki."

Izuku stated honestly and earned a giggle in response. The girl on his shoulders fell silent for a moment, feet lightly swinging against his shoulders before she asked, "What's your quirk Komadori?"

"I… can use the force."

Izuku stated in a deadpan earning bright happy laughter even as Natsuki lightly swatted his head for the whimsical answer. He ignored the desolate pang in his chest at the statement and instead asked, "Do you carry water around with you Natsuki?"

She remained quiet and Izuku supposed she had shaken her head, but as she was on his shoulders he was unable to see her actions. Izuku lightly tickled her foot through the sole of her shoe gaining her attention before she responded curiously, "No?"

"You should try to get a container to carry around with you, that way you can practice your quirk whenever you want. You could also use it to defend yourself."

Izuku lectured gently, voice warm and reassuring. Natsuki fell silent for a moment before asking, "But mom said it's illegal to use our quirks?"

"Only if they catch you. You just have to be smart about it Natsuki, you seem like a smart girl to me."

Izuku replied simply, earning an unseen nod from the young girl. Pausing in his steady gait, Izuku ruffled through his utility belt for a moment before pulling out a small capsule, marked with a blue line, roughly the size of his pinkie. Reaching above his head, Izuku shook the capsule in front of Natsuki, the water sloshing around happily.

"Here."

The young vigilante offered and smiled softly as Natsuki took the capsule from his fingertips. Silently he prayed that she would wait till she was on the ground to open it, nodding once more he moved forward.

Warm light spilt from the windows of the familiar grey squat building that seemed small in comparison to the larger skyscrapers surrounding it. The building was just on the edge, the seemingly invisible border between the slums, and the rest of the city.

"What's this place?"

Natsuki asked where she had fallen quiet, eyes locked on the building ahead. Swinging her easily down from his shoulders Izuku prompted her forward as he responded, "This is Satou-san's home. If you ever need a place to stay, her doors are always open."

The young girl looked back at him, eyes wide with surprise, maybe at the offer of a place to rest, maybe something else entirely. Izuku smiled and stepped forward to knock on the entrance to the building.

After a minute where Natsuki skipped around close by in the darkness, seemingly unaffected by the aura of the abandoned streets, the door shuddered open and the familiar visage of his friend greeted him. Satou was a middle-aged woman, with greying hair with a streak of red for colour and a kind smile, there was a motherly air about her that endeared the woman to most of the children under her care.

"Hello, Midoriya."

She whispered fondly as she pulled him into a gentle embrace, Izuku tentatively returned the embrace for a sparse moment before stepping back and beckoning Natsuki closer. Shyly the young girl stepped forward, and that familiar glint entered Satou's eyes.

"Another one?"

The woman asked with fondness and a quirked brow, Izuku's eyes glinted with mirth before a flicker of unease traced his thoughts and he asked in concern, "There is enough space?"

"Oh hush, of course, there is. Damn near half the building is paid for thanks to your 'savings'."

Satou reprimanded with her typical fire and a playful smirk that livened her features as she swatted his shoulder. Nodding appeased with her statement, Izuku ushered the child forward and said, "This is Natsuki."

Satou smiled in greeting and crouched to shake Natsuki's hand, who giggled at the action. Briefly, Izuku caught the woman's eyes and nodded his head imperceptibly. The corners of her lips tightened with obvious anger before the expression was wiped away.

Smiling kindly, Satou led Natsuki into the building which had become something of a home for the many children living in the slums; distracting the young girl with talk about inane things. They paused in the doorway and Natsuki waved to him voicing something to Satou who only nodded her head fingers clutching a small good luck charm in her pocket.

Izuku watched for a moment before he turned and with a run, he was scaling the fire escape of a nearby building. Long practice made the movements easy as he swiftly sidled up the rickety escape, muscles stiffly reminding him to stretch later.

A buzz at the shell of his ear, a sound akin to a bee perhaps, startled his attention as Izuku planted his feet on the gravel of the roof, steadily moving towards the south where he had found Natsuki.

Tapping the com with a gloved finger Izuku responded, "Hello?"

"There's going to be a break-in at the local bank, the one with the blue design at the south end of block sixty-four."

Hatsume's familiar voice, dredged hyper with caffeine or energy drinks echoed along the com line and Izuku sighed mentally running through his map of the district and the bank she was speaking of.

"Hello to you to Hatsume. I'll swing there on the way, first I have to pick up an offender. Thanks, Hatsume"

Izuku responded and received a vague hum of agreement before the com went dead. The young vigilante could only suppose that Hatsume had found something of greater interest. For the most part, their intelligence system worked well enough, but Hatsume any day was faster, and he appreciated the random calls on an otherwise solitary patrol.

Pausing on the edge of the building, Izuku took a breath of the exhilaratingly cold night air before he focused on the next building and launched his grappling gun.

Izuku landed in the small square where the villain had attacked Natsuki with careful awareness. The streetlamps were still flickering as Izuku glanced around posture relaxed and yet tense at the same time.

Before Izuku could slip into the shadows, or identify the location of the villain, his instincts went haywire. That particular twist that tickled that back of his skull, and made his mouth dry. Izuku dropped into a crouch and whipped around, only to stare in surprise as the villain from before, one who could manipulate projectiles stood still paralyzed in the light, a band of white ribbon tied about his arm. The white seemed to glow with some spiritual presence in the hazy outline of the night, and whatever the villain had attempted to toss at Izuku fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The ribbon fell away and Izuku sprung forward from the crouch at a low run and ducked behind the still stunned villain, jumping to slam his fist against the pressure point located on the large man's neck. The villain made a small sound of pain before beginning to fall forward.

Izuku caught the villain before he could collide roughly with the ground with no small amount of effort, but apparently as always, a shred of humanity. As he lowered the body to the ground, his eyes whipped around and landed on a single sign pole lingering at the street corner.

Sitting with all the carelessness of a cat was Eraserhead, Aizawa Shōta. The professional hero studied Izuku for a moment, eyes flaring red in the heavy darkness even as his form seemed to meld with their inky surroundings disrupted only by the man's famous scarf.

The young vigilante stood to face the hero, in carefully coordinated movements that communicated a lack of aggression even as he prepared for it. Some heroes didn't care about Izuku, and would simply ignore him if they saw him on patrol; others had tried to sway him to the cause. Some simply didn't want him on the streets; granted some of those heroes thought so for his own safety. Others didn't believe in unprofitable vigilantism.

He wondered what the teacher of Class A thought on the matter. For a moment they studied each other in the deepening night, gazes locked onto each other. Eraserhead nodded once slow and sharp, eyes glittering with mirth even underneath the heavy cowl of tiredness. Then the hero was gone slipping away like a shadow in the night.

Izuku's shoulders slumped, the unknown tension that had sat on his chest fleeing with the presence of the hero. Sighing Izuku ran a hand through his hair and turned to the villain, carefully shouldering the man and launching his grappling hook into the next building over. He was thankful the police station wasn't too far away.

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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm trying to flesh out the new dynamics as well as the characters, while still trying to understand what direction the story will take. Next chapter there will likely be a bit more relating to the plot of the series, and the chapter will likely come hopefully around the end of January when I have my exams. Thank you all for reading, reviews/comments are always appreciated!