DEER
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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei
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Genre(s): Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. NO BETA, so beware of grammar mistakes
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Summary: Shota thought discovering their 'Nightwalker' to be a kid was bad enough. Not to mention how the said kid is literally Quirkless, meaning the law cannot touch him.
"I don't wanna be a Hero. It's too troublesome"
And then this?
Maybe it's not too late to ask Nezu for a raise this year…
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Or, being a good citizen and stopping an illegal back-alley transaction resulted in him getting some High-Ranking Villain's attention. He didn't even raise a hand at those A-holes. Just glaring at them hard enough, they turned tail.
This second-chance of life is so not worth it. What a drag…
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Okuta—known as the information broker of the underworld called Giran—gulped as Midoriya Izuku stared with those that blank, dead, eyes. While vaguely keeping half of his intention on Dabi, who was in the middle of strapping two bracelets with metal plating at each of his wrists. It acted as a cool-down machine, stopping his own Quirk from burning the disfigured skin even more.
He never thought he will meet the famous infamous kid who shook the whole world with his revelation regarding the corruption in the Hero community this soon. Not this close. Or possibly be his monthly supplier. The older man was contented of being the resourceful informant for the bleak side of the law. Sometimes for the Underground Heroes, sometimes for the Vigilantes, and more often for the Villains. As someone who lived in the neutral ground of society, it was common knowledge that everything was never black and white. So, he never cared about any of the news, except when it involved scandal and he could use it as blackmail materials. From a very early age, the only thing he believed in is money. They never lie. They never cheat. Counterfeit bills have their advantage when you weren't the recipient for the deceit and you can even buy a loyalty out of someone with enough bribery. A very powerful force of nature.
He didn't know if Izuku believed in God or Goddesses. Pretty sure he didn't if the teen did that without hesitation.
Although knowing how a 'mental breakdown' worked, Izuku must've held his true emotions close to his chest for these past years. So, when it burst open, it burst violently.
The uncaring Giran knew unveiling the deep, dark secret of the society's mentality was a brave thing to do (or stupid. Their line often blurred together most of the time). Even more so when it successfully shook the world almost easily (maybe citizens weren't as stupid as he thought they were. Maybe they already knew. They just needed someone to pointed it out. That was why it struck them hard). A magnificent show that it was, watching those stuck up heroes running around like a headless chicken, trying to minimize the damage on their reputation because of a single kid. Still, Okuta held his curiosity in check. If that child managed to tear down the pillar of peace with a single sob story, he will definitely wreak the broker's life by uttering only a single sentence.
Yet that self-promise of 'take care of yourself, forget everyone else' was broken when he got a phone call from an unknown number (must be a burner phone), by someone named Midoriya Hisashi. He got a bad feeling when the name reached his hearing, begging to the Gods-he-didn't-believe that this guy wasn't the same Midoriya he—the world—knew. But of course, life is a bitch. No one will stay on the top of the chain forever and unexpected inconvenience will pop out to challenge their survival tendency.
Hisashi (Izuku's father, knew it) asked him to help his child. He didn't ask Giran to located his whereabouts, no. He just wanted the bespectacled man to deliver the support item he made to Izuku. Along with another batch of kunais and shurikens, senbons and a bottle of paralyzing liquid, and a new choker with hidden cameras. Although this version of accessory will send the evidence to whatever gadget Izuku allowed it to. He could use the USB cable to sync it so it won't leave any track.
Okuta was impressed with the assortment of technology in the box Hisashi delivered to his hideout address (as expected of I-Island employee). But there was a question that had been nagging on his mind since he accepted this 'continuous mission'.
Why won't the father try to search for the kid?
Why, for intent and purpose, the father allowed his only kid to keep doing this…vigilante stuff?
Because Izuku is a vigilante now. With Dabi as his impromptu sidekick, even though the green-haired boy didn't seem to be too happy with the new development. Nobody knew they were a member of the dubious side of the law now. Greeny was a very smart kid, erasing any pieces of evidence of their existence whenever they stopped some criminal activity within a snap.
As a parent, shouldn't he stop the kid from doing anything reckless, keeping him out of the early jail?
The old man remembered Hisashi went silent for a while. His hyperactive voice turned somber, he could sense the tiredness from the tone alone.
"When a bird escaped from their cage, you cannot capture them for the second time."
The least you can do…is watch over them from afar.
He only believed in the power of money. They never lie. They never cheat. Counterfeit bills have their advantage when you weren't the recipient for the deceit and you can even buy a loyalty out of someone with enough bribery.
However, if you didn't treat them fairly, they won't hesitate to fight back. Giran stared as Izuku juggled four kunais up and down like some kind of a performer, apprehension enveloped his entire being. What a scary, dangerous moment. When he put his feet on the entrance of their territory, Izuku figuratively appeared on his back, blade pressed almost painfully on his jugular (pretty sure it tore open the skin a little bit, a trail of blood slithered down the neck), Dabi's palm was right in front of his face, ready to turn on the heat and burn his skin off if he moved any closer. Honestly. The information broker didn't want to meddle with both of these teens any longer. He wanted to go home, sleep, and forget everything ever happen.
But then Hisashi had paid him a large sum of money. The moment he accepted it, he already sold his soul for the 'buyer' to 'play' with.
Izuku threw a senbon right at the tree near his ears—apparently, there was a bee ready to sting the bespectacled man because he stood too close to their nest—causing Kagero Okuta to shivered in fright.
Money is a very powerful force of nature indeed.
(A/N): Hisashi can just send the weapon to UA, disguised as the deer plushie, as always. But the staff are searching for Izuku. And he thought that Izuku may not be ready to visit the school in the near future. So, he asked Giran to be the middle man `3`
And Izuku is a Tsundere lol. Saying that he didn't like Dabi's presence yet asking his father to create support equipment for his sake anyway :'D
IT'S HIATUS TIME~~
No, don't worry. Nothing bad happened in my real life. It's just that, this fic is now up to date to the newest BnHA manga. Cuz there's no Endeavor in this story, that means no 'second Internship arc'. Well, there is. But not with Endeavor. Katsuki is back with Best Jeanist and Shoto is with Fourth Kind, as he wanted to master close quarter combat.
I need to wait for the next chap because I want to keep it as close to canon as possible. Thank you for the support and have a nice day, guys~