Shouta Aizawa was in a mood tonight. He just really, really needed to kick someone's ass right about now. Hizashi somehow convinced his students to change his morning coffee out for fucking decaf, and replace his capture weapon with toilet paper. His real capture weapon was found in the toilet dispenser later that very day. He very pointedly will make sure to tape pictures of Hizashi's face onto every combat robot for the third-year final exams, and make him watch.
So, in his ravenous bloodthirst, Aizawa was prowling around the Mustufu District at 1 in the morning, hoping to find some unfortunate mugger. Or maybe he could find that new vigilante he wondered idly, capture weapon flinging him from roof to roof like a sleep-deprived Spiderman.
He wasn't sure what he thought about this new vigilante. Of course they were breaking the law and all, but he did get some amusement watching Tsukauchi buy out all the whiskey from local bars.
All thought vanished from his mind however, when a very femine scream echoed out from an alley nearby, and Shouta did not think, he acted, descending on the source like Redditors when a kid likes Fortnite.
He slammed onto the fire escape above the alley, capture weapon whirling around him as he prepared to unleash pure sleep-deprived rage onto a street thug, when he paused, bluescreening.
There was only one visible person in the alley, an absolutely hulking man who was about 8 feet of pure steroids that had chainsaws coming out of his hands. The confusing part was that the man was cowering against a nearby brick wall, his chainsaw hands seemingly ineffective as he tried to claw his way over it.
Shouta's jaw hung open when the man screamed again, and yup, that was the girly scream. How a man like that could make such a sound was unknown to Shouta, and he was about to go down to see what was happening, when a green blob blurs into his vision, bodychecking the behemoth through the wall.
Shouta is frozen in shock at this point, eyes pinpointed onto the now crumbled remnants of the wall, his fight or flight screaming at him to get the fuck out. Right as he was about to fucking book it, the dust faded, and Shouta got a not-so-clear glimpse at the monster that was…just a fucking kid!?
Indeed, a green-haired teenager was standing on the collapsed form of the man, grabbing a small package from the thugs jacket, and then disappearing in a flash of green lightning.
What. The. Fuck.
Tsukauchi didn't even question it when he slid into the bar, taking the full bottle of whiskey from the server. He always was cool-headed.
Izuku panted, hand against the alley wall as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He clutched the package in his hand, irritated that it took so much effort into getting it back. Although, he was concerned.
Did the guy I tripped into have a quirk that lessened his weight? How else could he have gone that far? He wondered idly, absentmindedly wiping the dust off of his jacket. He tucked the package back into his jacket, starting the jog back to his house.
He just really hoped the All Might figurine he custom ordered would be alright, he didn't want to come out again at this time of night with a vigilante roaming the area.