Izuku's POV

Sweat made his clothes cling to him. Exhaustion filled him as he leaned against the wall of the alley. It was getting harder and harder to make his muscles moved. At the moment he could barely stand leaning against the wall for support.

The bustling of the city sounded all around him. He was ignored or unseen by those who passed by. A talent he had learned about when he was younger.

Most people didnt notice him unless he was going out of his way to be noticed. Even then they would forget about him almost immediately. It made him an invaluable information collector and scout for strike teams of the Foundation. Most of the Foundation had heard of his call sign but few had put the name with the face.

Dante and his team were the exception of that rule. Despite having served with them for some time Izuku never felt like he belonged with them. Whether this was because of his and Dante's fierce rivalry or something more Izuku wasnt sure.

His time within the Foundation had prepared him for a lot of things. But this? This was beyond anything he had ever encountered before. Running away from the strange men and women who were chasing him had drained him. Their powers were even stranger than that of seekers. Everyone of them were different and therefore unpredictable.

Now his stamina was exhausted and he was making mistakes. Stupid mistakes that would get him caught.

Maybe he should rest. If only for a little while. Izuku leaned his back against the wall and allowed his body to slide down so that he was sitting. He leaned his forehead against his knees trying to catch his breath.

His breathing took a good while too return to normal. Every part of him wanted to lay down and sleep. In an unfamiliar area he knew how bad of an idea that would be.

After half an hour of taking a break he reluctantly pushed himself back to his feet. Only to sway heavily and lean against the wall again. The world around him spun and Izuku felt as if he would be sick. Forcing himself to take deep breaths waiting for the world to stop spinning.

A voice questioned from behind him, "Young man, are you okay?"

Izuku spun on his heel, immediately regretting the speed of his action. Nausea returned and he drive heaved. A gentle unfamiliar hand rubbed his back.

It helped briefly and a blond haired man stood in front of him. The man was skinny, too skinny to be normal. Was the man sickly?

No it was more than that. Izuku saw the way he held himself. He was injured on one side his arm protectively curled around it.

Izuku answered careful but polite, "I'm fine, Mister. Thank you."

The man frowned but didnt argue with him. Once he was sure that he could stand on his own he pushed off the wall. There was a flash of something in the man's eyes.

Izuku said looking at the exit of the alleyway, "I need to get going now, sir. Thank you for your help."

The man said stopping Izuku from going any further, "You look like you could use a good meal and a place to rest. How about you come with me?"

Izuku's green eyes flashed in mistrust as he said, "I dont think so."

One hand dropped down to his pouch of titans. He certainly didn't have enough energy for an incantation. Powers were out of question as well. Even with his brief rest he was weak.

The man said placatingly, "I dont plan on hurting you child. You simply look as if you could use a hand."

Izuku swayed as there was a small gust of wind. It took all of his force of will to remain standing. Weakness made his knees shake.

The man a gentleness in his eyes, "You look very much like you need a rest. It also looks like you have some injuries that need tending to."

Izuku winced his hand touching the worst of the wounds just above his hip. It was a nasty burn from a boltflare that had made its way through a weakened shield. There had been no time to treat it during the run from the Organization.

The movement caught the attention of the man. A calming presence radiated off the man. There wasnt an ounce of malice or anger in his eyes. This person honestly seemed to want to help him.

Izuku said through gritted teeth, "I dont want to go with you, Mister. Listen I need to go before..."

The sound of sirens sounded nearby and Izuku stiffened. All of his muscles were tense ready to run.

The man asked noticing his tense muscles, "I suppose that's for you then? You are the boy who appeared in the streets earlier?"

Izuku stepped back his eyes flashing around. The blond took a step back away from him. His hands were raised trying to show he meant no harm.

Izuku tried to take a step away from the man towards the exit of the alleyway. Only for the wound in his side to pull and pain shot through him. Thanks to the pain everything spun and he collapsed against the wall. His back slid down the wall and he was sitting back against the asphalt.

There was no way that he would be able to do anything else. His injuries and exhaustion was taking its toll. The blond haired man bent so that he was eye level with the child.

He said, "You're hurt let me have someone look at your wounds. I promise to protect you."

"Why should I believe you?" He grit out.

The man seemed to be taken aback before he said glancing around, "You cant tell anyone about this. I'm popular enough without people being able to recognize me anywhere."

Izuku flinched away with the skinny man suddenly buffed up. Muscles appeared out of nowhere. The man in an instant seemed to double in size. Fear coursed through him and he could feel Jirwolf reacting to it. In his weakened state even with their soulbond he was unable to come forth.

The man said finally, "I am the Pro Hero, All Might number one on the hero charts. By the look on your face you dont know what that means or you dont believe it. Let me help you."

Just like that he deflated again but there was a kind of seriousness in his eyes that reminded him of Guggenheim. Along with a kindness that was all too much like Metz. Against his better judgement Izuku nodded.