Izuku ran with Katsuki through the woods, both were ten. Izuku knew he could overtake Kacchan, but he followed, watching from the trees as his friend's quirk propelled him over the creek. Izuku launched himself off a tree branch, landing with a false stumble on the other side. Keeping the cover.
"Yay Kacchan! We both made it!" Kacchan scoffed.
"Obviously we fuckin' did! We're going to be the best hero team ever! You'll be my number two!" Izuku smiled at the thought. Kacchan leapt off through the woods once more, laughing with the thrill of his quirk. It only took Izuku a moment to scale a tree and race off after him, chasing the blonde until he stopped at their tree. It was on the side of a hill, and the roots formed a small cave that had seemed spacious to the six-year-olds who had found it, but now was becoming cramped when both of them crawled inside. "So, nerd?"
Izuku grinned excitedly. His nonexistent quirk would give him heightened perception of the world around him, if it were a quirk. In reality, three years of vigilantism and three previous to that of training had sharpened his senses.
"The explosions are getting faster and faster! I was wondering what might happen if we gathered a bunch of your sweat in one place and you exploded that, it might make the explosions bigger! We might have to figure out a way for you to hold it though. A glove, maybe, to soak it up and then be exploded all at once." Kacchan grinned madly, nodding.
"Yeah! Maybe shoot it too!" Izuku grinned. He could, of course, make something that would do just that, but he didn't want to have any suspicion placed on him because he made a support item.
"That's a great idea Kacchan!" Kacchan left the small cave. t
"What are we waiting for, nerd? Let's fucking GO!" he launched himself up the slope, not waiting for Izuku to scramble out of the cave himself, knowing the greenette would catch up.
He would have been right, had Izuku not spotted a flash of purple in the trees, ducking behind a tree. Someone was spying, and not well. He crept over to the place and peered around a bush to find a purple-haired kid curled up and looking up at him, scared. Izuku had to stop himself from slipping into his Chaton mind set, as that was who he was when he usually encountered scared people.
"Hello!" he said brightly. "What's your name?" The kid looked up at him, now with an edge of curiosity to their gaze but still not speaking. "I'm Izuku Midoriya!" He held out a hand to the kid, intending to help them up. The kid carefully reached out, grabbing Izuku's hand and allowing him to pull them upright. They still didn't speak, so Izuku lifted his hands. ' Do you know sign? ' Izuku knew it because it was a good way to silently communicate, a very useful skill when trying not to be caught. A nod.
' What's your name? '
' Hitoshi Shinsou.'
' Nice to meet you! ' Izuku heard explosions were getting closer.
"NERD WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Izuku rolled his eyes but smiled softly at his childhood friend's attitude.
"Over here!" The explosive boy appeared in the clearing, out of view of Shinsou, who was curling in again.
"WHERE WERE YOU?! YOU TOOK TOO LONG SO I HAD TO FUCKING COME LOOKING!"
"Sorry Kacchan! I found someone!" he held out his hand to Shinsou, inviting him intohe clearing. Shinsou didn't take the hand, but slowly peered out to see Kacchan glaring at Izuku. "He's loud but he won't hurt you!" Izuku allowed a bit of Chaton to slip into his voice, the fearless vigilante's persona promising safety.
"OI!"
"Ok, he'll hurt you if you hurt me." Izuku grinned, Chaton still partially there and displaying a face of mirth. Shinsou smiled tentatively, but it quickly disappeared.
' Aren't you going to ask about my quirk? '
' Why should it matter? '
"What are you two fuckin' waving your hands about for?"
"Sign language, Kacchan." Shinsou seemed taken aback at Izuku's signing.
' It always matters! '
' Why? '
' I- ' Shinsou hesitated. Kacchan interrupted.
"It's getting late, nerd. Auntie Inko will be getting worried."
' He says that as though Aunt Mistu won't be. ' Izuku signed to Shinsou, who seemed confused but holding back a laugh. Izuku kept signing. ' Are you going to be here tomorrow? '
' Why? '
' Well we're friends now aren't we? '
' I- if you want to? '
' Great! See you tomorrow Shin-san! '
"You coming, nerd?" Kacchan had turned and was ready to launch himself back up the hill and through the woods.
"I'm coming!" Izuku turned and raced after Kacchan, leaping up a tree and springing after him, leaving Shinsou to ponder what had just happened. Kacchan burst out of the trees ahead of Izuku, stopping his explosions and running normally down the street as Izuku raced after him. The two peeled into the Bakugo's yard, dashing inside and crashing into the couch.
"OI BRAT! DON'T BREAK THE FURNITURE!"
"SHADDAP OLD HAG!" Aunt Mitsu appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Are you staying for dinner, Izuku?" Izuku shook his head. Chaton and Lumière were going on a short patrol that night, and he didn't want to push his time.
"Not tonight Aunt Mitsu! Mom and I have plans!" He hopped off the couch, heading back toward the door.
"Well, tell her I said hi!"
"Got it!" Izuku shut the door behind him, walking off toward home, thinking of additions he could make to his repertoire. He had been trying to add something vaguely inspired by Eraserhead's capture scarf for a while, but hadn't been able to find a good material, and he was beginning to suspect it was custom. A shout from down an alley caught his attention and his hand moved to the secret pocket where he always kept his basic mask, with a voice changer and a hood. He looked into the shadows, catching sight of the glint of a knife.
Izuku glanced around to make sure nobody was watching, then pulled on the mask and became Pawafuru Chaton. Pawafuru was French for 'Powerful'. Each Guardian had a name with some sort of element or animal or something along with an attribute. Izuku was given the 'Powerful' attribute to go along with Chaton. He had chosen it this way because he wanted to show he could still be strong even if he didn't have a Quirk. He crept down the alleyway. A mugging. Simple enough, even without his usual weapons.
"Hey man, whatcha doin here?" The mugger turned, catching sight of him.
"And who're you supposed to be, some wannabe hero ?" they said it with such scorn, which Chaton wasn't particularly surprised by. "Here's a tip, kid." The knife moved to point at Chaton instead of the person being mugged. "Leave if you wanna live." Izuku shrugged nonchalantly.
"Seems like someone hasn't been paying attention." He charged the mugger, putting them off guard. A well-placed kick sent the knife spinning away, and a moment later Chaton had the mugger on the ground. He crouched to whisper in their ear. "Does Pawafuru Chaton ring any bells?" He knocked them out with one well-placed strike to the neck, then turned to the poor person getting mugged. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes, thank you. W-which hero are you? You look really young."
"Pawafuru Chaton, though I'm not a hero yet." He pointedly ignored the question about his age. "Could you call the police for me please? I think they'll want this guy picked up." He pulled out a few zip ties and secured their hands behind their back.
"Are- are you a vigilante then?" They pulled out their phone, dialing with shaky hands and handing it to Chaton.
"Not technically!" Chaton grinned under his mask. "Can't be a vigilante if you don't use a quirk." A voice that had facilitated a few others of Chaton's pickups spoke on the other end.
"Hello, Musutafu PD, what can I help you with."
"This is Pawafuru Chaton, I need a pickup in an alley at *******. No injuries to civilians, one unconscious mugger."
*sigh* "Alright Chaton, I don't suppose you'll stick around?"
"Hah! You wish!" Chaton spoke brightly.
"ETA is five minutes." The call disconnected, and Chaton handed the phone back to its owner.
"Thank you. Will you be alright for five minutes until the cops get here?"
"Y-yes, I think so."
"Have a good night!" he sprung up the wall, grabbing a fire escape and departing to the roofs, keeping Chaton in position until he dropped in front of the door and removed his mask, unlocking the door. "I'm home mom!"
"How was school?"
"Good! Kacchan and I went into the woods and I made a friend! We're gonna go back tomorrow to see him again."
"That's great Izuku! Are you ready for tonight?" Momma set two plates of katsudon on the table as Izuku washed his hands.
"Oh… I already got a head start… Sorry mom." Vieux Lumière- meaning 'Old Light' was his mom's Vigilante name- sighed.
"Chaton, you can't always save everyone, you'll stretch yourself too far!"
"It was one mugger and nobody else was around! I couldn't do nothing!"
"I know Izuku. You'll be a great hero." She patted his head. "Now, eat up! We're out as soon as the sun sets."
"Yay!" Izuku sat down and started shovelling food into his mouth. Pawafuru Chaton's costume had gone through a lot in the past four years since he had first gotten one. This was the third iteration, the dark cyan-gray bodysuit made slash-resistant and bulletproof. His black gloves and shoes were now shock-absorbent as well as gripped, and they braced his ankles and wrists (he had learned about landing badly without a safeguard the hard way, and it only needed teaching once thank you very much).
His first set of knives still sat in honor across his chest, and he had added another set around his waist. His staff had been made collapsable, and he was also armed with smoke bombs and a grappling hook. His mask and helmet were metal, containing a voice modulator and an air filter, as well as a small comms system he had rigged up for him and Lumière (though he was looking to connect it to the hero comms in the future. Call for backup and all that). He only had basic goggles at the moment, but was looking forward to upgrading them. Maybe making a HUD.
Lumière Vieux's costume was similar, dark green-gray reinforced bodysuit and collapsible staff, though her staff was also made to break apart and create projectiles she could throw and reuse with her quirk. She had throwing knives as well, similar to Chaton's. Her mask was sleeker than Chaton's, giving a more mature impression though it held the same functions (voice modulator, comms, air filter), and she had a reinforced hood over her helmet instead of it being connected to her suit directly. She also had a dulled sword that she was quite proficient at throwing, and then pulling back to her, as well as fighting with it in hand. The Viridian Guard climbed onto the rooftop and ran off through the night.
[Aizawa]
He had first learned of Lumière Vieux fifteen years ago, when he was starting at UA, though she had apparently been active for over twenty years. Three years ago she gained a partner, Pawafuru Chaton. The vigilante duo did good work, but they were still vigilantes, and Shota had his suspicions that Chaton was a kid, despite how he sounded. He didn't know if Lumière knew, and if she did why the fuck was she taking a kid with her. Tsukachi was also concerned when Shota had told him of his suspicions, and now Eraserhead was supposed to track them down whenever he could. It took up valuable patrolling time, especially with how good the two were at slipping away from him. He suspected it was one of their quirks, but he couldn't be sure. Which was how he found himself dropping down next to the two.
"Why haven't you run away yet?" Lumière turned and Eraserhead could almost sense her smile.
"Eraserhead, good you're here. Think you could help us with those guys?" she whispered, mask distorting her voice slightly.
"What." Chaton did not take his eyes off the warehouse window he was peering through.
"Drug bust. Too many for us to take without severe risk. Lots of emitters, from the looks of it, so you'd be an asset, if you'll help. Doesn't look like a trap from here, and research backs that up." Eraserhead decided he could at least see the two to the other side of this crazy scheme, even if he didn't end up catching them.
"Alright then, kid."
"What makes you think I'm a kid?" Chaton turned to face him, Lumière taking over the observation.
"Seems accurate. Do you have a plan?"
"Surprise them." Chaton whirled, smashing a smoke bomb through the window and following it through, though he stayed in the rafters. Lumière slid after him, throwing knives in hand and Eraserhead, not wanting to let his quarry escape in the ensuing fight, followed. Lumière flung two knives from each hand, each stabbing into a different persons' shoulder. As soon as they sliced, they flew back to her hand and she moved away as someone threw a crate at her previous location. Cries of pain echoed in the warehouse.
Chaton flicked more knives at the people in the smoke. Two more yells, another crate thrown. Someone probably had an enhancer quirk. Eraserhead spotted two people nearby each other in the smoke and flicked his capture weapon at both, lifting them and smashing them together. A whoop from Chaton.
"Nice Eraserhead!" He hooked a grappling hook around a rafter near the middle and leapt off the one he was standing on in time to avoid another crate. Eraserhead watched as he swung into the smoke, staff in one hand, rope in the other. A second later, he swung out the other side of the smoke, hitting the wall at an angle and running along it, launching off into another wide pass through the smoke. Eraserhead saw more knives returning to Lumière's position, and once she had them in hand she leapt off the rafter, swinging on her own grapple. Eraserhead erased when he could, continuing to pull people into the air and drop them whenever he could. His advantage was above, where he could see the most people at any given time, sometimes catching glimpses of one or the other green-clad vigilantes and carefully not erasing their quirks.
Another cry of pain, this one familiar sounded as one of the grappling ropes stopped swinging. Chaton's, he thought. No way was he letting a kid get hurt on his watch, even one as idiotic as to go into vigilantism. Eraserhead leapt toward the shout, finding Chaton in a standoff with someone who had armored plating running up and down his arms and covering his head. Chaton was clutching his left hand to his chest. It looked bloodied. Eraserhead slid between the two, capture scarf writhing.
"Kid, use whatever quirk it is you use to escape me and run." Even facing away he could feel Chaton's incredulous stare.
"I'm fucking quirkless, just slippery as hell."
"You're WHAT! " The armored man moved to attack them, earning a staff to the neck and unconsciousness from Lumière just as Eraserhead was about to move.
"That's all of them. Chaton! " She rushed over to him, shoving Eraserhead out of the way and sliding to her knees to inspect the hand Chaton was clutching to his chest.
"Fff- it's broken, Chaton. you'll have to keep it still until we can go and set it properly."
"He should go to a hospital." Lumière turned on him, green eyes hard.
"Are you aware that if we go in then they'll want to know what happened? And are you aware that a shattered hand doesn't come from just anywhere?"
"So you're just going to manually set a shattered hand? A kid's hand, no less. You do any part of it wrong and he's crippled."
" I am well aware. " Lumière hissed. " I would rather not get THROWN IN JAIL! "
"Then let me call in a favor." Chaton's voice was pained.
"Eraserhead, anyone you could call would just arrest us. We can set it at home, Lumière's good at it."
"That implies this isn't the first time you've had to set a bone, but I'll ignore that in favor of you keeping your hand. She won't tell, especially once she realizes what you intend to do as an alternative. You keep your hand, we all keep our secrets." Lumière radiated suspicion.
"Who do you intend to call?"
"Recovery Girl."
Chaton stepped up next to Lumière. "Really?! You know her? Of course you do, you're a pro hero, but really? Lumière, please? He asked before calling her outright, and he trusts her!" Chaton suddenly seemed a lot more like a child. Lumière sighed and stood to her full height, which was admittedly not very tall.
"Very well Eraserhead. Is there some place we can meet to get this done while the police clean up the mess?"
[Izuku]
That day might have been the best day of his life, had he not gotten his hand shattered. Firstly, he had met Eraserhead properly, instead of just over rooftops. Secondly, he had fought alongside Eraserhead. Thirdly, he got to meet Recovery Girl, even though the reason for that meeting wasn't quite as good. Now, he was half-cradled in his mom's arms as she carted him back home, dead tired from the effects of Recovery Girl's quirk (she used the energy of the person being healed to speed up the process, how cool is that!? ).
It was a shame he couldn't brag to Kacchan about meeting two pro heroes in one night, Chaton was one of his best-kept secrets and he intended to keep it that way. He was supposed to be careful with his hand for the next week, and so momma had barred him from vigilantism and tree-hopping for the time being. Recovery Girl's quirk still had it's limits, and so Izuku's hand would be permanently scarred and slightly twisted for life, but he could still use it just as well as before, or at least he would be able to once it healed. He slept well due to Recovery Girl's quirk sapping his energy, and momma Inko awoke him for school.
"Izuku! Remember to stay off your hand!"
"Got it mom! Oh, I'm going to see Shin-san after school, remember!"
"That's your friend?"
"Yep!"
"Sounds good Izuku!" Izuku ran down the stairs to find Kacchan waiting for him, as always.
"Took ya long enough!" They walked together to school, Izuku keeping his arm carefully still at his side. He should have known Kacchan would notice.
"Hey nerd, what's up with your hand?"
"Oh, uh…" He wasn't going to reveal the Valor Guard, but he would tell a version of the truth, allowing Chaton to reassure. "I was training some last night and hurt it." Kacchan snorted.
"Well of course you did! You gotta work up to that stuff or you'll hurt yourself!" Little did Kacchan know how much training Izuku actually had. He was skinny, yes, but lithe and strong, muscles well hidden beneath his uniform.
"I know Kacchan, you always tell me." Whenever he got hurt enough for Kacchan to notice, he would be reprimanded and reminded how much his friend cared, even if he never said it. The school day passed without incident, and Izuku chased Kacchan through the woods on the ground for once, allowing his hand to heal. He was forced to go across the log to cross the creek, but soon they reached the clearing, and Izuku could just hear crunching approaching.
"Shin-san! Is that you?" The footsteps picked up, and soon Shinsou was slowly stepping out of the woods, looking unsure he was supposed to be there.
' Are we still friends? '
' Of course we are! ' Izuku's signs were a bit stiff due to being careful with his hand, but he grinned, gesturing to Kacchan. ' This is Katsuki Bakugo, but I call him Kacchan. ' Kacchan appeared to understand why Izuku was gesturing to him and halfheartedly waved at Shinsou with a grunt. ' That's about as good as you're going to get. ' Izuku chuckled.
' Why do you even want to be friends? '
' You seemed lonely! '
' Did you ever think there could be a reason for that? ' Izuku's face twisted in confusion.
' Nobody deserves to be lonely! '
' I do. '
"No!" all three seemed shocked at Izuku's verbal outburst. "Why would you think that?"
' It's what everyone says. '
' Not me, and not Kacchan. '
' I have a fucking villain's quirk. Yours are probably really good, but mine's horrible. '
"No such thing." Izuku shook his head. Chaton's persona slipping in.
"Alright, no such thing as what, nerd?"
"A 'villain's quirk'." Kacchan snorted as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.
"Fuck no. the person makes the fucking quirk, not the other way around. Whatcha got, Eyebags?" Shinsou looked completely baffled.
' I- Brainwashing. If someone responds to my question, I can take control of them. ' Izuku's mouth dropped open. Shinsou appeared to take the double shock as a negative reaction, backing away. Izuku broke out of his thoughts, a smile spreading over his face as he spoke.
"Wait really? That would be so useful for heroics! Hostage situations, a villain running rampant, all solved with no injuries! You'd have to be like Eraserhead and go Underground because there's a condition, but- how could anyone call that a villain's quirk in the first place, never mind that there's no such thing as an inherently villainous quirk but all you need to do is show up, ask a question, and most villains care a lot about questions, and then boom, problem solved!" Shinsou froze at the waterfall of words, pouring them over in his mind. Izuku then realized something else.
"Wait, is that why you use sign? To avoid brainwashing people?" Shinsou nodded.
' It makes it easier. ' Kacchan growled.
"I literally almost burned my hands off when i first got my quirk, but I kept fucking trying because I knew if I didn't use it I wouldn't learn to control it." Shinsou looked confused. "USE YOUR FUCKING QUIRK ON ME, EYEBAGS!" Izuku was shocked at the offer, but realized it made sense. Observancy was supposed to give him heightened senses, so if he were brainwashed he wouldn't be able to analyze it. Though, he should probably do both.
"That's a good idea." Shinsou shook his head.
' I don't want to scare you. '
"You won't!"
"Won't what?"
"Scare you."
"NO HE FUCKING WON'T!" Shinsou watched the banter. It felt… familiar, he supposed. But good, not like watching his bullies chatter. Izuku turned back to Shinsou.
"We're cool with it."
' I- I guess I can try? '
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but you should try at some point and we'll let you practice with us!"
' I think I want to. ' Shinsou thought for a moment, then went with the most obvious question. "Knock knock?"
"WHO'S THERE, FU-" Izuku watched as Kacchan's eyes went dull and he slackened.
"That's so cool! What can you make him do?"
' Anything that doesn't require him to think on his own. '
"So, you could, if he were hypothetically a villain, tell him to 'go sit in the corner and put on these quirk suppressant cuffs'?"
' I- yes? ' Izuku grinned manically.
"That's awesome! Can you let him go?"
"He needs a physical jolt, I think. I've- I've never had to release it on my own. Someone always broke people out of it."
"Ok, well, it's a mental quirk, so there should be some sort of link between you two. Like, a string or a road, if we're thinking visually." Shinsou scrunched his face.
"O- okay, I think I can feel that. Like a string you said?"
"Yep! Try… uh, making a pair of mental scissors and cutting the string." Izuku mimed what he meant. A moment later, Shinsou flinched back, grabbing his head and Kacchan's eyes turned red again.
"-CKER!"
"Are you okay, Shin-san?!"
' Cutting the connection on my own hurts. '
"Oh."
"Well? Did it fucking work?" Izuku grinned.
"Yep! I didn't even have to punch you, he released you on his own."
"PUNCH ME?! YOUR HAND IS FUCKING HURT!"
"I have another hand, Kacchan."
"WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO PUNCH ME ANYWAYS?!"
"If he couldn't release you on his own you would have needed a physical jolt."
' I think I'm done doing that for today. '
"That's fine Shin-san!" Izuku pulled out his notebook, sitting down and flipping to a clear page, titling it Hitoshi Shinsou and scribbling down his observations in his custom code, having figured that people being able to read his notebooks wouldn't end well.
[Quirk: brainwashing. When he asks someone a question and they respond, he can take control of them. Hesitant to use it, others call it 'villain's quirk'. Useful for hostage situations. Unknown for time limit and quantity of persons to be under control. If a person is given sufficient physical jolt, will be released. Can release on his own, though causes a headache, possibly due to disuse.]
Izuku repeated what he had written, getting a nod.
"Anything else?"
"It- it has to be a verbal response, but i'm not sure what counts." Izuku added it, then realized something else, adding it as he explained.
"If you took control of someone and someone like Eraserhead could see them, but not you, would the brainwashing stay?" Shinsou blinked.
"I- don't know. I've never met Eraserhead." A wistful look crossed his face, and Izuku very much wished he could tell Shinsou all about the previous night and then take him to meet Eraserhead. Though, Izuku did have Eraserhead's common patrol routes pretty well memorized to help him and Lumière avoid the man, so he might be able to try and find him as Izuku Midoriya instead of Pawafuru Chaton. Not today though, he wanted to have full use of his hands, thank you very much.
"Who the fuck's Eraserhead?"
"Really Kacchan? He's the one who wears all black and has the yellow goggles. He has the capture scarf."
"Right, you wanted to recreate the fuckin thing."
"It's cool!" Izuku still intended to figure out how to make it. He was so close! Kacchan snorted in begrudging acquiescence. Shinsou almost grinned in agreement.
"I want to meet him. Also, a capture scarf of my own would be so cool, Midoriya has the right idea."
"I'm surrounded by nerds." Kacchan muttered. Izuku thought he knew what he would spend his free week doing. The next morning, Izuku brought two pieces of fabric to Kacchan.
"Explode these!" One held up, the other didn't. Izuku brought third and fourth pieces the next day. "Kacchan!" both did not hold. The next two held. One of the final two did. Izuku returned to his room the evening of his fifth day on house arrest with four experimental explosion-proof fabrics and one mission. He carefully recreated each fabric, interlacing the threads in one piece. He ran to Kacchan's house and banged on the door.
"I'M GETTING IT HAG!" Kacchan opened the door. "What's up nerd?" Izuku held up the fabric.
"Last one?" It held. Izuku worked through the next day, double-checking every inch the machine spat out. Kacchan came by to check on him, but Izuku waved him off with the promise that he'd see tomorrow. His mom called him in sick to school on his last day of house arrest, more than happy to once he explained his mission with the massive length of never-ending fabric slowly being produced in the 'office'. That afternoon, the machine finished, and Izuku stuffed the fabric into his backpack, running out the door and toward the tree clearing, tempted to use the trees but deciding against it. He burst through the trees to find Kacchan and Shinsou sitting on the ground, signing to each other. Izuku made no comment, grinning, Chaton's mischievous aura overtaking him.
"Hi Midoriya!" Shinsou had gotten much more confident in only a week of having what Izuku thought were probably his first real friends since his quirk. He held out the backpack in front of him.
"You get this, but first I have a request." Shinsou looked curiously at the bag.
"What's the request?"
"Why do I have a suspicion that that -" Kacchan pointed at the bag "-is a fucking bad idea? " Izuku grinned evilly at Kacchan before addressing Shinsou.
"Call me Izuku." he tossed the bag, Shinsou catching it.
"I- only if you call me Hitoshi?"
"Deal. Now open the bag." Hitoshi sat down on the ground and unzipped the backpack, looking bewildered. He reached in and slowly pulled the end of the thing out. Izuku grinned, pure excitement on his face.
"Stand up, but don't move fast." Hitoshi stood, the end of the thing still in his hand and the rest of it on the bag rustling. Kacchan recognized it first.
"IZUKU IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE HAVING ME EXPLODE SHIT FOR?!" Izuku's grin grew impossibly wider.
"Yep. Ok, Hitoshi, this thing is highly responsive. The first big movement you make, the whole thing will whip out. Watch your face. Go." Kacchan was still yelling.
"IZU WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU MAKE THAT?!" Izuku ignored him. Hitoshi was staring at the thing in his hand now with apprehension and overwhelming curiosity. Izuku saw the moment his face changed that slight bit and he quickly drew his arm up and back over his head. Just as Izuku had folded it into the bag, it unfurled, sixty-five feet of homemade capture scarf spiralling through the air. Hitoshi recognized it immediately and forgot to watch his face, the other end whipping out of the bag and smacking him across the cheek. That snapped him out of his frozen shock and he collapsed to his knees as the scarf fell in a spiral around him. Izuku was still grinning, very proud of his handiwork.
"Uh… Hitoshi? Are you alright?" Tears had begun to leak from the tall boy's eyes, a grin still spread over his face. He stood, capture scarf still in hand and charged Izuku, tackle-hugging him.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH! " Izuku hugged him back.
"I'm just glad it works like I wanted it to!" Hitoshi leaned back.
" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! "
"It means that I made that as close to Eraserhead's as possible! Blast proof, fireproof, and all but slash proof!"
"YOU WHAT?! '' Kacchan yelled. He lunged forward, grabbing a section and setting off an explosion. The fabric appeared undamaged. He whirled on Izuku. "YOU MADE ERASERHEAD'S FUCKING CAPTURE SCARF?! HOW THE FUCK!" Izuku grinned.
"I have my ways, Kacchan." He'd known the sudden appearance of the resilient fabric would catch Kacchan's attention (and suspicion), but he'd decided that it would be worth it. It absolutely was.
"Uh, Izuku? Do you even know how to use this?"
"I got the gist of it from watching what little footage there is of Eraserhead (and how he uses it in person), but I'm sure there's some nuance to it. Shall we?" Hitoshi grinned, gathering the scarf into loops and placing it over his head to mimic the man in question.
"How do I look?" Izuku gave him two thumbs up. Kacchan admitted it looked cool.