So here is my new story, wait I just want to say the story itself is 1,003 words!

?'s Point Of View

It was a rather cold night, the sun set about eight hours ago. And any sane person was glad to be inside this unnatural cold night. Few people were out, and then it was either a hero, villain, or some poor civilian who was caught outside this late.

Now I am neither of those things I'm somewhere inbetween a hero and a villain. N-no, don't get me wrong, I'm doing hero work but I don't have licence because they consider me to be too young. Well I guess I understand what they mean, being a hero can be dangerous. I learned that the hard way when I started. I'm a 'vigilante' because I do hero work without a license.

However I'm not technically a vigilante, the law only states that quirk usage in public is a no-go and unless you are protecting someone or yourself you broke a law, but even then you still get in trouble. It's stupid really, what if a villain is about to kill someone with their quirk and you use your quirk to save them but the villain gets away. Who gets in trouble, the villain or you? Sadly you would be the one in trouble and you'd get scolded. It's so stupid.

Now back to why I'm not a vigilante, easy I'm Quirkless. Being Quirkless in this world is a curse which is weird 'cuz if you look at it this way, 80% of humanity is now some weirdo with powers. If we go back just slightly 200 years ago people with quirks were being bullied and , sadly contained by the government. Luckily the Quirkless aren't looked at as a disease, but now they are prey to the ruthless society quirks have brought.

The night air is nice but the cold still lingers as I rub my fingers against each other to try to warm them. I know this area it's usually crime free but I had a feeling something was going down tonight. And as always I trust my gut, well living in the streets for about three years helps.

In the distance I heard a slight sound of fighting and I jumped from building top to building top till I came close enough to see it. At first glance it looks like a few homeless people were street fighting for shelter or something, but one guy had some fighting skills. Not just some random punching pattern. I looked closer, this guy was wearing some black and grey clothes with a off white scarf. The weirdest thing were his goggles.

The other guy,that looked like a thug, managed to get a solid punch in and the scarf dude fell down hard. Sorry, I'm really not describing this that well am I? Here, so the creepy thug looking dude, he's big tough and has scars, and the scarf dude were fighting, well the thug dude was trying to land some sad street punches while scarf guy looked like he was trying to wrap him up in his scarf. And then like I told you thug person managed to hit him in the gut.

"Hey you ugly thug! Leave him alone." I called out from stop of a nearby building.

He stopped to look around. I slid down some pipes and escape ladders.

"I'm talking to you, it's rude to ignore me ya know." I called out.

He saw me, " Wha-what, do yo-you want Ghost? "

"Tsk, I thought I told everyone I wanted them to call me by my name, Iyumie."

( Pronounced I-YOU-MAY )

What are their quirks? Unless they're intellectual quirks, but both of them?

I smile, this will be fun if they know who I am. Hopefully.

He charges and tried to punch me, before he does his arm turns into a hammer. So that's his quirk. Why didn't he use it earlier? I dodge and dart under his legs, thug guy got his hammer-arm-thing, stuck in the ground. I kick him hard on his back. As he fell down I elbowed go in the head knocking him unconscious.

"Can you call the police? I don't think they want this thug to be around any more." I smile as I say this to scarf man. I should probably learn his name, oh well. I scamper up the wall and into the distance.

I frowned as I made my way 'home', 'that scarf guy I ran into is someone important, I know it'.

Early morning rays of light filter through the blinds at the police department. The small office smelled like coffee and the blue color theme looked too cheerful for a police office.

'Too much paperwork' Shota Aizawa thought as he went though the case regarding the little vigilante. All that was known was that for the last month a small girl in a black hoodie with green shoes has been going around saving people from small time thugs and small robberies. She calls herself Iyumie but the media calls her The Ghost.

"Tsukauchi," Aizawa calls out to the detective who just happened to be walking past the chair where he was sitting.

"Shota, did you really run across 'The Ghost'?" The now named Naomasa Tsukauchi asked.

Makes sense, he was the first pro hero to have a run in with the new vigilante.

Aizawa nods his head slowly, "She was so young, but that wasn't just a kid playing a hero. She knew how to fight and to make it even worse she could argue that she didn't use a quirk, unless it's a mental quirk, and that she did it in self protection because the oaf attacked first. "

"Do you really think she can find that loophole? It's rather small," Tsukauchi fired back.

" Small, but not hard to exploit. " Aizawa sighs, she was going to cause him a lot of paperwork.I

See you next chapter! Wait if you enjoyed this please go read Vigilante by Kirite Ryujin it is so good, and inspired me to do this kinda, this idea was flying around in my head for a while.

~FantastyFanGirl