GUYS BEFORE WE BEGIN, GO AND READ CHAP 9 AGAIN IF U WANT. MY BRAIN IS SO SCATTERED PLS I HAD TO REWRITE PARTS OF IT BECAUSE I LITERALLY FORGOT THAT IZUKU FUCKING KNOWS WHO INGENIUM AND MS. JOKE ARE AOBFIWEUVEWIUBFOIQWEV (minor changes tho so u don't have to go read it, u won't be missing anything, hehe).

BUT ITS OKAY BECAUSE I CAN JUST HIT THE DELETE BAR AND REWRITE IT AND THAT'S WHAT I DID!

In conclusion, I'm on some dumb shit. Feel free to call me out when something like this happens again because it is *cue Lemongrab voice* UNACCEPTABLEEEEEEE.

ANYWAYYYYYY ITS SOMEONE'S DEBUT APPEARANCE TODAYYYYY. SOUND THE MFING ALARM AND ENJOY THE CHAPTERRRRR.

It had been a long week for Izuku. Not only had the rain been coming down nonstop, but his patrol hours had been extremely active for some reason. He had been catching a lot of criminals smuggling drugs and had even heard talks of a child trafficking ring deal that would be taking place towards the end of the month in Tokyo which terrified him.

So, when he started his patrol that night and heard a man talking about something similar, Izuku changed his route and started following him instead.

"Everything is going according to plan, boss."

Izuku stopped walking and pressed his back against the wall, peeking out into the street carefully.

The man stood outside of a glowing pub, phone in hand and various weapons strapped to his belt. Izuku identified a gun, two knives, and some kind of tiny burlap sack. And even though it was still pouring hard, Izuku could hear every word he was saying. He found it strange that the man was speaking so loudly in the first place, but was suddenly filled with rage when he talked again.

"I'll have the new batch of kids shipped over to you by next week."

And then the guy threw his head back and laughed.

Izuku knew he should have stayed back, but the anger blinded him and he stepped out into the open before he could stop himself.

"Hello, sir," he gave a little wave.

The man whirled around and gave Izuku a disgusted look. Touché.

"The fuck?"

"I was just curious about what you were saying on the phone. The selling children part, which in case you didn't know, is very wrong and highly illegal," Izuku said before hopping up on the curb.

The man rolled his eyes and gave him the finger before turning around.

"Beat it kid, can't you see I'm busy?"

Izuku huffed and then pulled the phone out of his hands with his quirk. It settled into his hand smoothly. He glanced down at the number and frowned when he realized it was private.

"There. Now we can talk."

The man whirled around suddenly and narrowed his gaze at Izuku. Izuku watched him back. They seemed to have a brief staring contest before the guy's eyes widened and he took a couple of steps back.

"Wait, you're that ghost brat... aren't you?"

Izuku sighed and threw his arms up in the air.

"Aw, jeez. What gave it away?"

"Shit," the guy cursed under his breath before taking off in the other direction.

"Hey!" Izuku called out. "Are you really going to make me run in the rain?"

The only response came from the skies as a rumble of thunder shook the earth, followed by a brief flash of lightning that caused a cat to run across the street.

"Guess so," Izuku sighed before taking off after him. He ended up dialing the precinct police department number while he ran and breathlessly explained the situation, hanging up before they could ask him anything else.

Although he moved in a zigzag pattern which made it hard for Izuku to pull his body, he stuck to blocking the guy's path instead with anything that happened to be on the street. Izuku had memorized the area pretty well and ended up leading his target into a dead end, some kind of narrow alleyway.

"Okay, you have nowhere to run. So you might as well tell me what you know and who you're working for," Izuku said, as he walked towards the guy and backed him into the wall. He had yet to try and use any weapons on him which Izuku found weird, but he didn't think too much and waited for his answer.

"I'm not… I'm not afraid of you," the guy stumbled over his words as he put on a brave face. His face was all red and sweaty, betraying the composure that he was probably trying to keep.

"Are you afraid of heights then?" Izuku asked before sending him up into the sky.

"HOW ARE YOU— PUT ME DOWN YOU FREAK!" the man yelled from above, wriggling around like a worm on a hook. Still, he didn't pull out his gun.

Izuku furrowed his brow slightly. "Okay. But that did hurt my feelings a little," he said while placing him on the roof of one of the shops.

"I MEANT THE FLOOR, ARGH," the guy growled as he tried to find a way to get down.

Izuku rolled his eyes. He could hear the police sirens in the background. "This would be way easier if you just answered my questions. Who are you working for?"

"Tch. You'll find out soon enough kid. Boss better pay me more for this bullshit stunt."

Stunt? Izuku frowned.

"What are you talking ab—" But Izuku was cut off when he felt something sharp prick the side of his neck.

"Hello, there," a female voice said from behind. "You've been causing us a lot of trouble lately, dear."

Strong arms wrapped around the greenette's body as he crumpled to the floor in a dizzy mess. The world around him started to sway and even though he did his best to fight it, Izuku found himself sinking further and further into sleep.

"So, I'm afraid you're going to have to come with us. Sweet dreams."

That was the last thing he heard before passing out completely.

—

When Izuku woke up again, his hands were tied to a post inside of an empty room. He could hear the rain slamming against the roof outside and it synced up with his heartbeat which only pumped faster when Izuku remembered what had happened to him.

I was drugged, he thought, his neck still sore from the sight of the injection.

"So, you're the brat that's been scaring off all my customers. The… ghost boy," a familiar voice said, while the footsteps approached his body.

Izuku barely had a chance to move his head as smooth fingers lifted up his chin and brought him face to face with a mask he knew all too well. The horizontal red line standing out against the black fabric, glowing hauntingly in the dark.

"R-red?" Izuku gasped out. "You're behind all of this? I… I should have known it was you," he shook his head, trying to get out of their tight grip.

"Oh, right. We already met. Didn't think I'd be seeing you again though, but here we are I guess," Red sighed before letting him go and walking over to the door. There were more people in the room now, the guy from earlier and the woman whom Izuku assumed had been the one to drug him. The more he looked at them, the more he realized they were twins.

"Why are you doing this?!" Izuku asked while struggling against his restraints. His hands were bound so tightly though that he wouldn't have been able to use his quirk even if he tried. And while Izuku had been practicing using Pull with only his mind as the controller, the drug had left him feeling sluggish and weak.

Izuku tried not to panic and continued watching Red with the strongest glare he could muster.

"It's simple. Drugs and people make money. And I like money," Red said.

"You're sick," Izuku spat.

"And you talk too much," they shrugged. "Should've taped your mouth shut too."

Izuku frowned. He could feel the phone still in his pocket and it gave him a glimmer of hope. Somehow he must have stuck it in there while he passed out. "You won't get away with this. The-the police will stop you. They're on their way, I called them and everything so they can trace our location."

He expected them to hurt him in retaliation or to demand the phone back so they could break it. However, all three started to laugh.

"Do you even know where you are right now?" the woman asked Izuku, a sadistic smile painted on her velvet-colored lips.

Izuku opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "I–I don't—"

"They'll never find you in time, brat. And by the time the police do get here, you really will be a ghost," Red got up and walked over to the door, opening it to reveal the darkened skies pouring with rain.

Izuku didn't recognize this part of the city at all as his eyes desperately skimmed the streets. How far had they taken him? The panic from before started getting worse and Izuku found himself beginning to shake.

"Kill him."

Izuku's body turned cold and he started struggling again.

"N-no, let me go!" He kicked at his legs, the only things that weren't bound, but it was hard fighting against the drug that was probably still in his system.

"But do it slowly. I want him to feel everything. A week's worth of pain, for a week's worth of business," Red said through a hiss before disappearing out into the rain. The door slammed behind them.

Izuku stopped moving to glance up at the twins as they approached him.

"Get away from—"

Izuku's words were cut off by his own scream as the man sent a punch his way. The force caused him to blackout for a moment, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

"Oh no you don't," the woman grabbed his shoulders, bringing him upright again. She shook him slightly and Izuku groaned in pain but managed to wake up again. Except when he regained consciousness, the room started to spin. "Boss said you have to be awake for this."

She was about to smack Izuku across the face before the man spoke again. "Wait, Chidori. He needs his arms to do all that freaky shit, right? What do you think will happen if we break them?"

Izuku's eyes widened slightly and he frantically shook his head, trying to kick them when they started approaching him again. Chidori ended up sitting on his legs while her brother cut the rope that held his arms together.

It should've been his chance. Izuku should've been able to activate his quirk once his arms were free, but every time he tried, he was met with resistance from his brain. There was still a block there he couldn't push out of the way and it only got worse when the man grabbed his left arm and bent it back.

Izuku screamed so loudly his own voice was cut off. The painful snap of his bones, coupled with the malfunctioning of his quirk, created nausea so intense he ended up vomiting all over himself and Chidori.

"Ugh! Gross!" the woman jumped and shrieked, pushing Izuku back so that he landed on his broken arm.

Izuku would have thrown up again, but nothing came out of his body. Instead, he simply laid there, trying to activate his quirk and control his breathing. The only thing he managed to do was pull Chidori's arm towards him and then cause her to punch her brother in the face.

"Argh, fuck what Red said!" the man yelled out in frustration. "I'm killing him now."

Izuku shrieked and tried to get away but the man pulled on his hoodie and yanked him back. He pulled out one of the knives from his belt and pressed it against his skin when Chidori stopped him. At the same time as he said that, a loud thud was heard outside. Izuku in his drugged-up daze would have assumed it was just thunder, but Chidori seemed to think otherwise.

"Wait, Ryota, stop. What was that?" she asked, turning to glance at the door.

Ryota momentarily let go of Izuku and stood up.

"I didn't hear anything."

"It sounded like Red," Chidori said with a slight frown, before rushing outside to check.

Before Izuku could do anything, Ryota had lifted him by his hoodie again and it began choking him.

"What the fuck did you do?!" he asked, spit flying at Izuku's face.

"N-nothing. I swear!" the greenette managed to say as he gasped for air and tried to get away, legs flailing around him as he finally kicked Ryota and made the man momentarily loosen his grip.

But that only seemed to make him angrier.

"You can play pretend all you want, kid. All the more reason for me to pound my fists against your face!"

And as he was about to punch Izuku in the face, Chidori screamed.

"Chidori?" Ryota asked, turning towards the open door.

For a moment, nothing happened. But the next time the lightning flashed, Officer Aizawa stepped in through the doorway. Except he didn't look like Officer Aizawa. He looked like Eraserhead. Dressed from head to toe in the same outfit Izuku had grown up loving. The only thing that was missing was his goggles and while the scarf wasn't flying above his head, Aizawa still wore it around his neck.

Izuku let out a tiny gasp as Ryota flung him against the floor and pulled out his gun, aiming it at him.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?!"

Aizawa didn't answer him and reached for his scarf instead. Izuku held his breath as he watched the officer use it as some kind of lasso that wrapped around Ryota's hand and yanked the weapon from his fingers before he had a chance to shoot.

"Tch. You're fast, but I'm not stupid," Ryota growled, shaking off the stunned silence that hung in the air after Aizawa had disarmed him. He quickly reached for a knife this time and charged at the officer but Aizawa was ready.

The two met head-on, but instead of striking at him directly, Aizawa side-stepped and punched the guy hard in the stomach, sending him stumbling back into the room with a groan.

"Shit," Ryota said while clutching his stomach and staggering slightly. He wiped at his mouth slightly but then charged again, lifting up his leg to kick at Aizawa but the officer was faster. He immediately moved behind him and elbowed him in the side.

"Never leave your blindspots open," Aizawa mumbled before sending another strike his way, this time aiming for his supporting leg.

The blow sent Ryota crashing down as he fell on his face.

"GAH!" the man screamed, struggling to get back up.

Another flash of lightning occurred and Aizawa moved again. He didn't even give Ryota a chance to hit him before he approached, fists ready.

"Why do you have so many weapons if you don't know how to use them properly?" Aizawa asked, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and slamming him against the door. And then he smirked and Izuku knew Aizawa had won.

"Could it be that you're overcompensating for something?"

"YOU BASTARD—" Ryota began to scream but then Aizawa silenced him with the final blow. It was a sharp jab that must have broken his teeth or nose because of all the blood that began gushing down his face.

Izuku didn't realize he had stopped breathing until he heard Aizawa panting for breath himself, watching as the officer moved away from Ryota's limp body.

"Officer… Aizawa," Izuku said through a whisper before shaking his head and letting out a confused yell. "OFFICER AIZAWA?! Wh-what are you doing here? And why are you… why are you wearing... that ?"

Did I go back to my world somehow? Izuku thought suddenly. Or am I dreaming?

Aizawa's gaze softened a little when he met Izuku's gaze. "Problem child," he said quietly, crouching down by Izuku's side and helping him up.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

Izuku winced and nodded. "Uh, m-my arm. I'm pretty sure it's broken— ow," he said when Aizawa accidentally grabbed it.

"Okay. Don't move, I'll help you. We need to get you somewhere safe before—"

"N-no." Izuku didn't mean to push him away, but he panicked.

"Why… Why should I trust the police?"

Aizawa didn't try to grab him again but he didn't move away either. "You don't have to, problem child," he said slowly.

Izuku shook his head. "I don't… I don't understand."

"Because tonight, I'm a vigilante just like you."

Thunder rumbled above them and Izuku was grateful for it because he was pretty sure he had just let out a pathetic scream. His mouth hung open in shock after that as he stared at Aizawa and analyzed his hero costume again.

"Y-you're a vigilante? I— how?" Izuku shook his head, not caring if the movement made him want to throw up again. "Vigilantes can't be cops. That's like… treason to your own kind or something. Wait, does that mean we're both going to jail now?"

Aizawa blinked and then frowned. "What? No! Gosh, problem child. We are not going to jail because I'm taking you somewhere they won't find us."

"Wh-where?" Izuku asked quietly.

"My house."

Izuku gulped slightly. He must have hit his head really hard, or better yet, had somehow landed in yet another alternate universe where Aizawa was a vigilante instead.

"Well… well what about him?" Izuku asked, gesturing towards Ryota's body. It was the only thing he could think of saying while he tried to figure out what was going on. "What if he gets up and runs away before the cops come? We have to make sure that doesn't happen— and… and what about Red?! That woman, Chidori, too. They've been doing so many bad things we can't just give them a chance to get away, we have to do something—"

Aizawa's hands were back on either side of Izuku's shoulders but this time they held him down gently. "Breathe, problem child, breathe. They won't be getting up any time soon and we can tie them up before we leave." Aizawa's voice came out much more soothing than Izuku expected but it still wasn't enough to calm him down.

Izuku blinked and he shook his head again.

"H-how did you even find me? I—"

"I tracked the phone after you called the station. It was really smart of you to keep it with you. Good job," Aizawa seemed to smile a little at that but it quickly faded when the sound of sirens appeared in the distance.

"Um, thanks?"

"But I did make an anonymous call to tip off the police earlier, so we should probably get going unless you want us to get caught," Aizawa said as he walked towards the door.

But Izuku still didn't move.

"Problem child?" Aizawa asked, turning back around. He must have realized that Izuku wasn't following him. "Are you coming or not?"

"I'm… I'm still not sure," Izuku answered quietly.

Aizawa didn't say anything at first but then he walked over to Izuku and crouched back down next to him. "Look, I know you're scared. But you have to trust me, okay? I just want to help. That's been my only intention since day one."

His eyes were warm and honest and for the first time since they had met, Izuku didn't feel the need to look away.

"O-okay. Let's go."

—

Izuku found it weird that he and Aizawa entered through the window of his bedroom, but the greenette didn't say anything and stayed quiet. They both seemed to be lost in thought. Izuku, especially, as he let his eyes roam throughout the room. He tried to do it subtly, analyzing the cat paintings on the wall and the mahogany shelf overflowing with books in the corner. There was also a tiny couch in the room beside the bed, a yellow blanket draped across its shoulder. It seemed rather cozy under the moonlight.

"Stay here and don't touch anything," Aizawa said as he emerged from the bathroom. Izuku could only nod his head.

As soon as he shut the door, Izuku heard a familiar voice whispering animatedly in the other room while Aizawa tried quieting him down. The two seemed to be arguing about something. Probably about him.

Is that his husband? Izuku wondered as he slowly got up from the bed. Everything hurt, but the pain meds Aizawa had given him really helped. The officer, or rather vigilante, had also wrapped his broken arm tightly in some kind of makeshift cast. It wasn't much, but the tightness helped distract him from the pain of having his arm flopping all over the place when he moved.

On his way to the door, Izuku almost stumbled over a box that was peeking out from under the closet. Something yellow had fallen out and the more Izuku stared at it, the more he realized he knew what it was.

Oh, it's Eraserhead's goggles.

Izuku stopped.

OH MY GOSH, he practically dove to the ground, ignoring the pain from his arm when his knees made contact with the floor, IT'S ERASERHEAD'S GOGGLES!

Izuku tried to keep his body from shaking as he picked them up with trembling hands, running his fingers along the slits in the front. They were just like he remembered, an exact replica of the ones from his world. Everything except the color was the same, and that was only because it wasn't as bright as Izuku expected. The yellow seemed to be fading, tiny chips of paint accumulating in the corners of the box like dust.

Despite that, they still looked awesome and before Izuku knew it, he was trying them on. The strap was a little too big for his head, but if he held them in place with the hand that wasn't broken, he found that they balanced nicely on the bridge of his nose.

"Whoa," Izuku breathed out, as he looked around the room, trying his best not to blink. He tried to imagine himself as Eraserhead back in his world, taking down villains with the goggles on his face. Red, glowing eyes hidden behind powerful frames. The mark of a true underground hero.

"What did I say about not touching anything?"

Izuku let out a tiny shriek and the goggles fell down his face.

"S-sorry," he flushed red.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything else. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest watching Izuku with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I was just," Izuku shook his head. It was hard to speak when Aizawa was staring him down that way. "I mean the goggles were right there and I thought they looked cool so I picked them up but— are these yours?!" The greenette finally blurted out, unable to conceal his excitement any longer. His heart was beating so fast he felt like passing out.

Keep it together, Izuku, he told himself while taking in deep breaths. He had to at least wait until Aizawa told him about the goggles. Then he could pass out.

But Aizawa didn't seem keen on opening up and simply shrugged. He even sounded a little dismissive when he spoke, as if the goggles weren't that important to him.

"They are but I don't wear them anymore."

Izuku furrowed his brow and stood up slowly.

"Why not?"

"If I answer that, you have to tell me how you've been doing all those tricks at night," Aizawa sighed.

Almost immediately, Izuku slipped the goggles off and handed them back to him. "Here you go," he said quietly, lowering his gaze to avoid Aizawa's harsh stare.

For a while, Izuku had forgotten about the world he was living in, about where he was. Living under the illusion that he was meeting the real Eraserhead. The same thing had happened earlier when Aizawa rescued him. Izuku was suddenly really grateful he hadn't slipped up and called him by his hero name. That would've been very bad.

"Problem child—"

"Can I leave now?" Izuku asked, squirming in his shoes a little bit.

Aizawa sighed again. Izuku watched him as he put away the goggles back into the box and shoved it underneath the closet with his feet.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked after a while. "Worse than a cop like me committing treason like you said earlier?"

Izuku met Aizawa's gaze hesitantly as he nodded.

"Way worse."

The greenette's voice came out as a whisper and did nothing to fill the void of silence in the room. Nor the one inside his heart. Izuku wanted to tell him so badly. He found himself wondering what the real Eraserhead would have said about his quirk. But Officer Aizawa was not the real Eraserhead and Izuku needed to remember that. Things were different here, no matter how much he wanted them to be otherwise.

To his surprise though, Aizawa didn't push him. He didn't seem mad at Izuku either, as he rubbed at his eyes and let out a small yawn. "Okay, you don't have to tell me then. But at least let me help you get better."

"At what?" Izuku asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aizawa shrugged and put his hands in the pockets of his sweats. He was no longer dressed in his Eraserhead garb and wore a simple pajama set. Izuku tried not to seem so disappointed.

"Vigilantism, fighting, other stuff. No offense, kid, but you kind of suck," Aizawa waved his hand in the air dismissively.

"Hey!" Izuku frowned.

Well, that was kind of mean.

"It's like you take self-defense classes every other week and call it a day," Aizawa continued, reaching for a tiny bottle of eye drops on his desk and putting a few in his eyes.

Oh, you have no idea how right you are, Izuku swallowed slowly as he shook his head and tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Wh-why do you want to help someone like me anyway?" he asked quickly. Izuku figured he should change the subject before he found a way to somehow screw up and expose his real identity. Not to mention the curiosity building up inside of him while he thought about Aizawa's proposition. "I thought most vigilantes worked alone."

"Most do and for good reason. But in case you haven't noticed, I'm not very active anymore," Aizawa said before tossing the bottle in the trash.

Izuku nodded. It was still hard to believe that Aizawa used to be a vigilante and now he was a cop. Why had he stopped? What made him want to do it in the first place? Did he know any other vigilantes?

There were so many questions running throughout Izuku's head, but he didn't voice any of them out loud. He also couldn't help but wonder what Tensei would have to say about all of this. It wasn't hard to imagine Tenya's reaction, but the oldest Iida brother seemed more understanding about certain things. Especially when it came to his vigilante rehabilitation program. Had Aizawa been a part of something like that?

"Plus, I would finally be able to get some sleep at night knowing you're being safe out there," Aizawa said, a ghost of a smile present on his features.

Izuku blinked.

"So, you're not going to try and stop me when you go back to being a cop?"

Aizawa nodded. "As long as you agree to let me help you out, then no. I won't."

Izuku chewed on his bottom lip a little before he answered him again. He just couldn't believe this was happening right now. Officer Aizawa might have been a vigilante in the past, but why was he going out of his way to teach him? He was basically telling Izuku to continue breaking the law. It just seemed too good to be true.

"H-how do I know you won't turn on me later?" Izuku asked.

"You know my secret," Aizawa shrugged, "so it's not in my best interest to make you mad. You could rat me out at any time and they'd throw me in jail."

"I wouldn't do that," Izuku mumbled, looking back down at the floor.

"Then write up a contract with your own conditions and I'll sign it or something."

"Really?" Izuku couldn't help but gasp.

"I mean if it makes you feel any better, sure. I could care less. Just don't put any weird stuff on there," Aizawa grumbled under his breath, as he moved over to fluff the pillows on his bed.

Izuku could only watch him while he attempted to gather his thoughts. On the one hand, this would make his patrols go a lot smoother. Not only would he have one less officer to worry about, but he would be able to gain more fighting experience. He remembered how easy it was to learn from Aizawa when he taught him some moves at Gunhead's.

On the other hand, Izuku would be risking a lot if he accepted. He ran the risk of exposing his real identity to Aizawa, as well as his quirk. And if that happened… well, Izuku didn't want to think about what the officer would do. He still didn't know him well enough to decide what his reaction would be, and after what he had learned from him today, Izuku realized Aizawa was much more mysterious than he initially expected.

But the officer was also risking a lot too and would continue to do so every time they met. Izuku could end his entire career if he wanted to and yet Aizawa had still offered to train him. The man was basically giving him a free pass to do illegal stuff as long as he did it right. Aizawa had even told him he could set his own boundaries and he would gladly sign the page.

The idea was so twisted and confusing that Izuku figured it was something only a sleep-deprived, treasonous officer-former vigilante, would be able to come up with. And maybe it was because he was sleep-deprived too, but for some reason, Izuku found himself saying yes.

"Okay. I accept!" the greenette said while clenching his fists with determination.

Aizawa's face didn't change and he gave the greenette a simple nod. "Good. We'll start with twice a week before every patrol and work our way up from there. Mondays and... Fridays. Can you get to this address by ten?" he asked, handing Izuku a torn-up piece of paper.

The location seemed close to his home. "I think so," Izuku said slowly. The only problem he foresaw was getting out of the house without Inko noticing he was gone. But he could worry about that later.

"Alright then. Oh, and before you go, take this," Aizawa walked back over to his nightstand and pulled out a dark blue notebook.

"What is it?" Izuku asked, looking down at the cover curiously. It was blank, aside from the Campos label at the top.

"Your homework."

My what?

"Expect an assessment on your first day. I want to see how much you know and how fast you learn," Aizawa said and when Izuku looked at him again, the guy was grinning. He seemed pleased with himself and that scared Izuku a little. So instead of saying anything, he took the notebook from his hands and started flipping through the pages until he reached the first one that wasn't blank.

The title of the page was labeled with the words 'Vigilantism 101' and below it was Rule #1 which read:

Go to a hospital and get any injuries checked out.

You're a vigilante, not a medic.

Don't be stupid.

-E

It was as if Aizawa had already known that Izuku was going to get hurt today. The greenette tried not to find that offensive and instead figured it was only because of Aizawa's experience as a vigilante himself. He also couldn't help but notice the way he had signed his name. Izuku would be lying if he didn't admit that it made him a little excited.

"What's the 'E' stand for?" he asked casually, even though he already knew the answer.

"It's my vigilante name. I'll tell you when you've earned it, kid. Now hurry up and go. I'm tired," Aizawa said, yawning loudly.

Izuku closed the notebook and nodded quickly as Aizawa walked him to the front door. They moved so fast Izuku barely had a chance to look at the inside of his house. The only thing he noticed was a tall blonde man peeking out at him from the kitchen, but then Aizawa shot him a glare and he disappeared with a shriek.

"Um—"

"Don't ask," Aizawa said gruffly, before opening the door and stepping aside so Izuku could walk out.

The greenette stared out at the empty street and then back at the officer. "Y-you're not going to follow me or anything, right?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes and gently pushed him out. "Goodnight problem child," he called over his shoulder and then slammed the door.

"B-bye," Izuku whispered. There were still a lot of things he wanted to say but he took off quickly when he realized the skies were starting to brighten indicating day.

Izuku stared up at the misty purple skies while he ran, letting his feet carry him while his mind ran rampant with thoughts and theories. He still wasn't sure if he could trust Aizawa, but one thing's for sure: Izuku was going to work hard so that he didn't have to look out for him anymore.

I promise.

— END OF PROLOGUE: —

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

Eraserhead has arrived baby 😌 *cue the applause*

Oooh, even I got chills writing this chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it. EEEEP I'M SO EXCITED TO KICK THINGS OFF!

See you next time :)