Lunar Knight

by Fire Slash

(AU!). The day Izuku received a strange miniature statue from his father was the day his destiny had shifted. After committing suicide at a young age, he is revived by the God Khonshu to become his next champion. However, with his sanity now destroyed, is Izuku really a defender of the innocent like his God wants him to be? Or is he simply another deranged maniac?

1. A Champion of the Dark

Author's note: Hey everyone, Fire Slash here and welcome to my new story. Honestly, I'm really excited for this fic because this will be my first rated M story. It'll cover some dark topics and will get extremely violent/gory, so if you're not into that, I urge you to click off right now. As you all might have guessed, this story will have Izuku becoming my second favorite Marvel hero of all time, Moon Knight. If you don't know who Moon Knight is, go and read some of his comics. They are some of the craziest things you'll ever read. Seriously, the guy's nuts.

I also want to urge you to check out my instagram (Fire_Slash_Fanfiction). There, you'll be able to chat with me and find out when one of my other stories are going to be updated.

Oh, and a quick shout out to Soulofnone911 for giving me some great ideas with this fic. While I always had a Moon Knight themed story in mind, they were the one who came up with the title name and how Izuku gets into contact with Khonshu. Check them out if you have the chance.

Well, I'm done talking for now. With all that out of the way, let's get to the story. Review and enjoy :-)

0000

"No one was born equal." No one knew this better than Izuku Midoriya. In a world where eighty percent of the world has superhuman powers dubbed as quirks, it was natural that some would be more gifted than others. Those with powerful quirks practically ran the world while those with weaker quirks were for the most part content with serving their superiors. At least they weren't part of the twenty percent of the world which were born quirkless, such as Izuku.

As Izuku knew, being quirkless was hell. Everyday was a struggle for survival. No one wanted anything to do with a quirkless loser and were fine with using him to increase their own power. Such was a shame, for young Izuku would've been willing to help them anyways. There was nothing more he wanted than to be a hero like All Might; the number one pro hero, the symbol of peace, and his idol. While this was something which was possible with a quirk, without one, he was always told to give up. Even his mom had effectively told him he couldn't be one, apologizing while sobbing when Izuku tearfully asked her if he could still be a hero the night after he was first diagnosed as quirkless.

Despite this, the boy still attempted to make his dream a reality. He had sharpened his mind, making him a tactical genius for someone his age. He had asked his mom to allow him to take martial arts to strengthen his body. He did everything he could to reach his dream, but no one saw it as enough. He was never praised for his determination by his peers, but instead was mocked for being delusional.

While it seemed like everyone loved making Izuku's life a living hell, there was one person who took a sadistic pleasure in doing so, his name being Katsuki Bakugou. Once his childhood friend, when Katsuki discovered his quirk gave him the ability to ignite his sweat to create powerful explosions, he made the quirkless boy his practice dummy. While his classmates and teachers constantly saw what he did, no one bothered stopping him. To them, Katsuki was destined to become a great hero with his powerful quirk. The world chose Katsuki over him and Izuku was forced to live with this fact.

Well, at least the mortal world rejected him. Unknown to the boy, he managed to catch the attention of something far more powerful than any hero. This being would grant Izuku the ability to finally achieve his dream, although in a very unconventional way…

0000

A six year old Izuku sighed as he sat on his bed in sadness. Today had been his birthday and what did he receive as a present? A beat-down from most of his class. When he got home, his mother had cut a cake for him, but all it did was remind him how he had no friends. Most kids would've had a party for their birthday, but not Izuku. How could he if the only other person there would be his mother? On any other day, Izuku would've also had his father to celebrate his birthday with, but apparently he was needed in Egypt. Being a world famous archaeologist, the boy's father traveled a lot, but was usually around for his son's birthday. This time, apparently something big was found in Egypt, requiring his attention. While most kids would be angry at the fact their dad was missing their birthday, Izuku wasn't. He understood that his father worked hard to support his mother and him.

At the moment, the hero-wannabe wanted to get some sleep, having no reason to stay up, but life had other plans for him.

"Izuku!" His mom shouted, causing the boy to jolt upwards. "Can you come down here for a second? Something came in the mail for you."

Scurrying downstairs as fast as his little feet could take him, he was eager to see what was in the mail. He already knew his father was the one who sent the package, but the content inside truly excited him. His father always bought the most exotic gifts.

Seeing her little boy so excited, Inko Midoriya smiled. "Here you go. Be careful."

Nodding, Izuku comically tore apart the packaging. Upon doing so, he was met with a creepy miniature statue of a well dressed man with a bird skeleton for a head. From the corner of his eye, he saw his mom wince at the appearance of the statue, clearly disturbed. Surprisingly, Izuku didn't find it as scary as his mom did. For some reason, it called out to him, begging him to keep it in a safe place.

Inspecting the statue a bit further, he eventually noticed a small note taped to the bottom of the statue. Ripping it off from the stand, Izuku began reading.

"Hey champ! I'm really sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday this year. I hope you had a good time. During my travels, I ended up finding this little guy. His name is Khonshu and during ancient times, he was believed to be the God of the moon and vengeance; protector of travelers in the night. Call it a gut feeling, but I immediately thought of you. Keep him near your bed and he should protect you from having nightmares. Don't go taking him to school or breaking him though, this is an ancient artifact easily worth a lot of money. Love you- Dad."

"Well, I think it's time for you to go to bed," Inko said, having read the letter herself. "Let's see if your dad's right."

Wasting no time, Izuku ran up to his room. Taking extra care in not damaging the statue, he placed it right next to his alarm clock. Quickly falling asleep, the boy didn't have any nightmares caused by the bullying he's experience that night. Strangely enough, the day he received the statue was the day he stopped having nightmares for the rest of his life…

0000

"All right, as you all know, you're all now in middle school," Izuku's sixth grade homeroom teacher stated. Now ten, Izuku's life has become even harder. The beatings were more frequent and the verbal abuse was more severe. Even with the nightmares gone, the boy has spiraled into a deep depression. Compared to the social butterfly he once was, he was now an empty husk, not talking unless being spoken to. "In two years, you'll be applying to schools which will help you become what you want to be in the future. You should all start thinking about what exactly you want to be, but who am I kidding? All of you are planning on becoming heroes, correct?"

Upon saying that, most of the students began cheering in affirmation, some of them even displaying their quirks in a non-destructive manner.

"Hey teach, don't lump me into the same category as these crappy side characters," Katsuki stated, the boy being in Izuku's homeroom. Izuku's thoughts on Katsuki were strange. On one hand, he admired the boy's bravery and determination. On the other hand, he was his biggest tormentor. He certainly hated the boy, but there were some aspects to him that the quirkless boy found cool. "I'm off to be the best damn hero you've ever seen."

"Ah, right, you've mentioned that you're applying to U.A, correct?" His teacher asked the boy, not to anyone's surprise seeing as how much he let this fact be known. U.A Academy was considered to be the best hero development school in Japan. The chances of anyone getting in were slim, yet this didn't seem to faze Katsuki, the boy having a smirk on his face.

"Damn right I am, I even aced the mock test!"

Hardly anyone as young as Katsuki did well on the mock test, something the explosive boy clearly knew as his grin only seemed to grow bigger after his bragging. Immediately, his classmates began fawning over Katsuki as Izuku decided to dive into his own little world, not wanting to watch his classmates stroke the ego of his biggest bully like always.

"Midoriya, aren't you planning to apply to U.A as well?"

Of course the teacher would bring up something Izuku said in the fourth grade. When he said this, his classmates had laughed at him and taunted him about his quirkless nature. Seeing as most of them are still in the same class as him, it was possible the teacher found out after hearing some other kid bring it up. The truth was, Izuku still wanted to go to U.A and be a hero, though his motivation for even getting up in the morning was close to being destroyed.

"Really? Isn't he quirkless? How does he possibly think he can get into U.A?" One of his classmates asked, everyone else laughing. The only person who wasn't was Katsuki.

"Deku," Katsuki growled, not liking the fact the boy was applying to the same school as him, Deku being a nickname the boy gave him out of mockery. Deku was a word meaning useless, and Katsuki latched onto it, using it to mock the boy for his lack of a quirk. At first it had stung him, but with it being said more than his actual name, the boy grew immune to the negative connotations the nickname had.

"All right, all right, that's enough," the teacher stated to regain control of the class, though Izuku knew that if it wasn't for the fact that the bell was about to ring, they would've continued mocking him.

Thankfully, the bell did end up ringing a few minutes later, causing everyone to flood outside the room. Glad that the day was over, the boy began to pack his things, only for someone to swipe one of his notebooks.

"The fuck is this?" Katsuki asked out loud, making his victim nervously eye him as he had no idea what was going to happen. Well, he sort of did, but it didn't make him feel better. "Hm…'Hero Analysis for the Future 13?' You really think this is going to help you?"

The Hero Analysis for the Future were a series of books Izuku had written analyzing the quirks of all potential and current pro heroes. It was his way of finding out the strengths and weaknesses of those who had similar quirks. If he was going to be a quirkless hero, he knew such knowledge would be helpful.

In the background, two boys snickered, them being followers of Katsuki despite the fact he simply saw them as extras.

"K-kacchan," Izuku weakly said, referring to the nickname he gave the boy back when they were childhood friends. That book was his pride and joy, composed of years of work. It was one of the few things he was proud of. "P-please give it back."

Ignoring the boy's pleas, Katsuki gave him a devilish smirk. "Listen here Deku, you should just give up trying to be a hero. You're fucking quirkless. You can't be a hero without power."

Hearing this, Izuku secretly clenched his fist, unable to make eye contact with the other boy. He wanted to tell Katsuki that anyone could make a difference, no matter if they had unstable quirks or lacked one, but he couldn't. Katsuki intimidated him to no end.

*BOOM!*

Looking up, Izuku noticed that Katsuki had activated his quirk to burn his notebook before tossing it out a window. Not wanting to lose it, he stuck his head out of the window, desperately trying to see if he could find where it fell.

"Like I said, no amount of research is going to cover up your flaws," Katsuki told him as he continued searching. "You know, if you really want to be a hero, take a swan dive off the roof. You'll be far more useful dead, and who knows? You might even get a quirk in your next life."

Horrified at what he just heard, Izuku immediately began flashing back to all the times Katsuki had picked on him. His breathing increased as his body begged him to swing at the person who made it a struggle for him to live, to shout massive profanities at him and call him out for being such a villain to him. He was seriously about to, but he ended up backing down when he noticed several small explosions coming from Katsuki's palm.

"Got something to say? Tch, you can't even defend yourself. Whatever, I'm done here."

Watching the boys leave, Izuku clenched his fist, trying to hold back tears. In the end, he couldn't, years of pain flooding out of him in the form of tears. "Why am I so pathetic?!"

0000

"You know, if you really want to be a hero, take a swan dive off the roof. You'll be far more useful dead, and who knows? You might even get a quirk in your next life."

A ten year old's mind is frail. They can easily be swayed to go a certain direction. It is what happened to Izuku. Standing on a tall building, the boy was ready to end it all. Getting to the building was easy, he just used the building's fire escape to scale upwards to the roof. With him having done it behind the shadows of midnight, no one knew that he was about to jump.

After so long of trying to endure what the world continued to dish out, Izuku finally had enough. He has too many scars on his body from the daily beatings. He had no help, for he was quirkless. If he'd ever to report what his once childhood friend did to him, he'd just be ignored. It's happened to him before and it'll keep on happening.

At the moment, Izuku hated himself. He hated everything about himself. He hated how he was quirkless, hated how afraid he was, and he hated how he was about to take the easy way out. Sadly, he just couldn't take living in such a world where he was repeatedly stomped on.

Now, he knew his parents would definitely be distraught by his death, but he felt like they'd eventually get over it soon enough. After all, eighty percent of all quirkless people committed suicide before growing up so they should have expected this to happen. He was going to miss them, but if the concept of heaven is real, then he'll see them soon.

Clenching his fist, Izuku took a few steps back before leaping. With his eyes closed, he briefly enjoyed the sensation of gravity pulling him down before his skull had hit the ground. The sensation of something breaking and leaking out were the last things he felt before ending this chapter of his life.

Now, if one were to be in his room at this time, they would've noticed the statue of Khonshu had a faint white light surrounding it, mimicking the properties of the full moon outside.

With the end of one chapter comes the beginning of another…

0000

"Awaken Izuku. Now is not the time to be sleeping."

'Who...said that?' Opening his eyes, Izuku found himself in a dark void. 'Where am I?'

Looking down, Izuku tried recalling the events which had led him to his current situation. 'I jumped and hit the ground, so what am I doing here? Is this limbo?'

"In a way, it is. Your soul has yet to reach the afterlife because I refuse to let such a good one go to waste…"

"That voice again? I don't see anyone… so who's talking to me?"

"Introducing myself might ease some tension, wouldn't it?" As the voice said this, a ball of white light began to shine a couple of feet away from the boy. Eventually, it dispersed, with a life sized Khonshu sitting on some sort of throne taking its place. "Hello there Izuku. I take it you know who I am?"

"Khonshu?!" Honestly, Izuku couldn't believe what he was seeing. Khonshu was a myth, something the ancient Egyptians believed in once upon a time. Someone had to be messing with his head right now…

"I assure you, I am the real Khonshu," the god said, causing Izuku's eyes to widen at the fact he managed to read his mind. "No quirk exists which can affect the dead. My power is far beyond what a quirk can hope to accomplish."

"Alright." Taking a deep breath in, Izuku decided to humor him. "Suppose you are the real Khonshu? What does the god of the moon want with someone like me?"

"Would you believe me if I said I want to make you my next avatar?"

Izuku gave him a stunned look. For the second time today, he was being told something insane.

"I'd say you're lying. Why would you make a quirkless boy your avatar when there are better options?"

"You think something as insignificant as a quirk matters to me?" Khonshu's voice boomed, causing Izuku to realize the power emitting from him. In a way, it was crushing, enough to intimidate even All Might. Izuku now understood how powerful the supposed god was. "The world is filled with people much faster, stronger, and smarter than you, but I know for a fact they will fail in being a suitable avatar. You on the other hand, even with all your imperfections, are the only one who I can say has a shot of succeeding."

Izuku tilted his head in confusion. "What makes you say that?"

"Trying to explain it to you would be trying to explain advanced algebra to a baby born yesterday," Khonshu said with a wave of his hand. "So I'm not. Let's just say this was destined to happen." The god leaned forwards, staring into Izuku's eyes. "Now, here's what's going to happen. You are going to be revived by me and will now serve as my next champion. Do not think you will be alone though, for you will have the aid of some of my worshipers and a plethora of gifts granted by me at your disposal. Do you have any questions?"

Despite such a bombshell being thrown at him, one he wasn't even expecting to receive, the boy only had one question. "What if I refuse?"

"We both know you aren't," Khonshu stated with confidence. "Especially since you won't have to say goodbye to your family anymore. But if you do, I'll simply inhabit your body. It'll be an empty vessel which I'll use to get my way. What I'm offering is a second chance at life, a life where you can accomplish so much on your own. Are you going to take it? Or are you going to surrender your body to me?"

"I'll do it." Izuku said without hesitation. All Izuku ever wanted was a chance to become something greater than he is, to not be the useless Deku everyone saw him as. Khonshu was giving him this chance, so who was he to deny his request? It would also be dumb to make his family grieve for his death now that he has a reason to live. 'If I knew this was going to happen, I would've killed myself sooner...'

"Excellent." Despite him not having any lips, Izuku could tell he was smiling. "When you wake up, find the cult in your city dedicated to me. They will provide you with all the tools and training you'll need to succeed. Good luck... "

"Wait, how am I-" Izuku wanted to know how he was supposed to find this cult, but was silenced when Khonshu waved his bony hand, returning Izuku's soul to its body…

0000

"HUH?!" Jolting upwards, Izuku was surprised to see he was back on Earth. This time however, he was inside an alleyway. Looking upwards, the boy managed to find the building he had jumped off of, along with receiving a nice view of the full moon. "All that...was real?"

It was then the boy felt it, the fact that his body had changed. He felt faster, stronger, and more alert to the little things surrounding him. "So this is the power of Khonshu…"

Glancing around while trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next, he managed to find a white business card lying next to him. Picking it up, he began reading the card.

"Luna Cafe. Open twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Come down to enjoy a nice cup of coffee or a cocktail."

Initially about to toss the card to the side, upon further inspection was Izuku able to find a hidden message in the card, one he found when some moonlight began hitting it when he turned around. He only saw it for a split second, but he knew what the message had said.

"Praise Khonshu."

Wasting no time, Izuku typed up the address of the cafe into his phone and began running. It was time to meet some of his future allies…

0000

*Ding*

Arriving at the cafe, Izuku took a seat and began looking around. The place was quite small and despite its ties to Khonshu, there was nothing to indicate this fact. Sure, the place was painted white, but this gave it the illusion that the cafe took inspiration from the cafes in the United States built in the 1970s.

Stretching his back, the boy began looking at the menu, only being interrupted when an older man made his way to him.

"You know, most kids your age would be asleep by now," the man said to Izuku. "So what brings you to my humble cafe?"

Looking up from the menu, Izuku responded without missing a beat. "I'm waiting for some friends."

When the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but blink in confusion. The boy honestly had no idea where this sudden surge of confidence he was feeling was coming from. He'd normally be a stuttering mess by now, afraid to even meet the cult. Right now though, he wasn't even remotely nervous. Why was this?

'Is it because I've experienced death?'

"I see…" The man eyed Izuku with a mysterious gleam in his eyes. "Well, we've all been waiting for you Izuku Midoriya, Champion of Khonshu. Ten years to be exact. My name's Tsuki Hoshi and I am the grand priest of this section of the Cult of Khonshu. Our divine lord has been told me of your arrival in advance. Come, it's time to begin your path to becoming a true avatar of the night."

Nodding, Izuku followed the man to the back of the cafe to the kitchen. With a press of a remote he had taken out of the pocket, Tsuki revealed a secret staircase behind the fridge, appearing to go underground.

Having done so, the man smiled at the boy. "Shall we?"

Wasting no time, Izuku began making his way down the stairs, the man following behind him.

0000

"Welcome to our sacred sanctuary," Tsuki said once they reached the bottom of the staircase. Looking around, Izuku noticed the place looked exactly like some sort of ancient temple. Torches were the only things keeping the place lit, there were several hieroglyphics on the walls, and all the way at the wall parallel to the entrance/exit was a large statue of Khonshu. The only parts of the church that were slightly modern were the steel doors located at the left wall and the various chairs littered around the floor. "We've taken great care in modeling it after the grounds of worship used during the ancient times. If need be, you can use this place as a sanctuary."

"You said 'we' were waiting for me," Izuku pointed out, surprised to see there wasn't anyone else here besides the two. "Where is everyone?"

"You'll meet them soon enough," Tsuki replied before continuing his speech. "Despite our negative status as a 'cult', we have members rooted everywhere in society." The man then pointed towards the two doors. "Behind those two steel doors is our laboratory. We have some of the greatest scientists in all of Japan working on equipment for you to use." Gesturing around the room, Tuski continued his explanation. "You'll be receiving some combat training from one of Japan's best fighters. While our god has given you some power, there will still be those stronger than you, so you'll need to be prepared to face these types of opponents."

Izuku nodded in understanding.

"Now, it will take a bit for you to finally be ready to go out and do the work of Khonshu, which is why I request you come here every night around this time to train. Have any questions?"

Izuku shook his head with a small smile. Who knew a cult had so many resources?

"Good. Now, today was more of an introductory day, so no training will be done today. You will start tomorrow. Allow me to drive you home."

0000

Having managed to sneak back into his home before his mother could even notice he was gone, the next day went by quickly for Izuku. With it being a Sunday, he simply took the time to rest and do his homework. When midnight struck, he snuck out of his house like he did the day before and made his way to Luna Cafe where Tsuki brought him to the underground church. This time, instead of it only being them two, another man was present, sitting on one of the various chairs in the room.

Seeing them, the man stood up, revealing how massive he was compared to the other two males. Upon taking a good look at Izuku, the man turned his attention towards Tsuki. "This the squirt?"

"Yes." Glancing at Izuku, the head priest began to introduce the two to one another. "Midoriya, this is Iwao Oguro. He will be your combat instructor. Oguro, well, I don't think you need any introduction to Midoriya."

"You've mentioned him enough," the man grunted in a carefree manner before focusing on Izuku. "Well, like Hoshi said, I'll be the one whipping your butt into shape. As the vigilante Knuckleduster, I have a butt ton of experience fighting villains and pro-heroes alike. I'll make sure that you'll be ready to survive out there in no time."

'I'm being trained by THE Knuckleduster?!' Izuku thought excitedly in his mind. Knuckleduster is a name the boy was familiar with, being the most famous vigilante in Japan. He has defeated various opponents more powerful than him with just skill alone. As he's hardly seen in the spotlight due to vigilantism being illegal, his quirk is unknown. Some say it's a strength enhancing quirk while others believed it to be a speed enhancing one.

"Judging by your eyes, I can tell you're familiar with me," Iwao stated. "Just for the record, I'm quirkless, so don't think I've had any help in my fights." Izuku's eyes widened upon hearing this, his respect for the man having grown tremendously upon hearing this. "I'm the real deal when it comes to hand to hand combat. Now, you'll be having some of Khonshu's power to aid you. Add that onto the skills I'll be teaching you and the tech you'll be given, you'll be a force to be reckoned with. Ready to become a warrior of the moon?"

Izuku wasted no time in responding. "I am."

"Good." With a smirk, Iwao smashed his knuckles together. "Your training starts now."

0000

Two years was how long it took for Izuku to finally be deemed ready to go out and fight crime. During this time, many things have happened to the boy. For starters, he ended up discovering all the powers that Khonshu has given him. With Tuski's help, he discovered he could turn invisible when in dim light or darkness and that he had night vision. Khonshu also increased his physical strength, though how potent they were depended on the cycles of the moon. With no moon shining, his strength capped out at one ton. When only a crescent was in the sky, he could lift about one and a half tons. When half the moon was being illuminated, his strength increased to two tons. A gibbous allowed him to lift two and a half tons. At a full moon was when he was most powerful, benching an impressive three tons. It should be noted that his strength also increased when he was in darkness, no moon necessary. However, it only increased his strength equal to that of when half the moon was being radiated outside.

By far his favorite power though was his extreme pain tolerance and endurance, which allowed him to be active for long periods of time while also allowing him to take hits which would normally knock him out.

"Again!" Knuckleduster roared at Izuku during one of their spars. Despite having been knocked down, Izuku jumped right back up, ready to go another round. Shooting forwards, Izuku threw a punch the same time Knuckleduster threw one, causing both combatants to take a heavy blow. Such blows would have knocked out lesser men, but both Izuku and Knuckleduster were still rearing to go.

Training with the vigilante always went like this. No matter how much he was beaten down by Knuckleduster during training, he'd keep fighting until he was knocked out.

With the intensity of his training alongside his enhanced strength and endurance during the night, it only took him two years to be near Knuckleduster's level in hand-to-hand combat. As it turns out, the vigilante knew a variety of fighting styles, such as kung fu, eskrima, judo, karate, ninjutsu, savate, Muay Thai, and his personal favorite- boxing, all of which he taught to Izuku.

Alongside Izuku's hand-to-hand combat skills increasing, his natural speed, agility, and stealth capabilities also received immense growth due to his training, allowing him to slip away from his bullies without notice.

Since his revival, Izuku had also changed mentally. While already quite intelligent before his training, the cult has tutored him to the point where he could be considered a genius. His bravery has also increased to the point he feared nothing.

'I've already died,' was Izuku's mindset. 'What's left for me to be afraid of?'

Unfortunately, not all his growth has been positive. For starters, he was a bit more abrasive than before, struggling to not snap at the people who've made his life a living hell. The only reason he hasn't beaten Katsuki to a bloody pulp at this point was due to the fact that the school would defend him to their grave, declaring Izuku the bad guy.

He was still registered as quirkless, something his god had told him to do during one of their chats. Yes, Khonshu would often appear to Izuku as a spirit only he could see. Sometimes, they'd engage in small talk. Other times, Khonshu would command Izuku to do something or inform him about something related to his training.

'I don't understand why I can't just claim one of my gifts as my quirk,' Izuku told his God during their conversation.

"You see your quirklessness as a weakness, but in reality, it is one of your greatest strengths," Khonshu replied to him. "Someone with a quirk cannot be a vigilante, and there's no other way you can carry out my orders as a hero. No one will be able to trace you either unless you do something foolish. You blend in with the everyday man, which makes you all the more dangerous."

Oh, and don't get him started on the voices. Ever since he was resurrected, they'd plague him, attempting to influence his decisions. Some were morally just while others wished for him to go down a darker path. Where they came from, he didn't know. All he wanted was for them to shut up. He's almost had a mental breakdown in school due to their constant torment. While he was able to hold them off for now, he wasn't sure how long he continue doing so.

"Where the hell are they coming from?!" Izuku yelled one night in his room, clenching his head. Too much was going on inside it to the point where he couldn't tell who he was, the voices each saying different things. The worst part about it is they all sounded just like him, so he didn't know what he was thinking and what they were thinking.

"Raising from the dead is a strenuous task, even with the aid of a God such as myself," Khonshu answered. "Damage is to be expected."

"Fuck! If I knew it was this bad, I would've stayed dead!" This was something Izuku would tell himself sometimes. However, he knew he didn't mean this, the chance Khonshu gave him was more than enough of a blessing to keep pushing through. At least, that's his opinion on the subject...

Izuku's sudden change didn't sit too well with his school bullies. For the most part, they just saw him as creepy and kept their distance. Katsuki however took Izuku's lack of fear towards him as a challenge, making their relationship worse than it already was. After his death, any care Izuku had for the explosive blonde had burned to the ground. Katsuki was so lucky he had the school protecting him, otherwise he would've lost his jaw already…

As for his relationship with his parents, nothing's really changed other than the fact he was a bit less social with them. Whenever they asked to see if something was bothering him, he'd just tell them he was tired, something which wasn't a complete lie. Dealing with the voices in his head and the people at school were enough to drain his energy. However, he was much closer to his dad than his mom, especially since it turns out his dad was a worshiper of Khonshu.

Eventually, he would be able to put his newfound skills and abilities to the test as the legendary Moon Knight, becoming a thorn for villains everywhere...

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"Tch, no one's out tonight," Izuku mumbled to himself as he stared down the roof of a building. Today was his first night being a vigilante and he's surprisingly not fought any criminals yet. For the costume he wore, it consisted of a white mask, white hood which appeared to look like a crescent, a white cape, and a white bodysuit. All portions of the suit excluding the hood and cape were made of a powerful metal known as carbodium. According to the scientists who designed the suit, it could withstand a great deal of punishment. For weapons, he had several crescent shaped throwing disks which were sharp enough to cut steel. Some of them also had unique properties to them, such as being able to explode upon impact or electrocute opponents upon touching them. Finally, in terms of close ranged weaponry, he had a retractable staff, a crescent shaped dagger, and a pair of gloves which would send shockwaves whenever he punched someone. Of course, he had the ability to turn them on and off.

There was a specific reason why he chose to wear white; it was to make opponents fear him. Fear was a powerful force, so powerful that it could shut down even the most powerful of foes. And fear was highly contagious. Some chose to hide in the shadows to inflict fear, the thought of being struck out of nowhere being enough for lesser men to give up any thoughts they have of turning to crime. Izuku didn't like this as he felt there was a much better way of scaring off criminals: make yourself known. He wanted criminals to see him, wearing all white, so they know they messed up. The fact that any blood spilled would easily noticeable on his white costume was a plus. Now, the suit does make him easier to be spotted by pro heroes, but with his invisibility along with some flash-bangs and smoke bombs, he was confident with his ability to evade them. Then again, he wasn't doing anything illegal, so he was fine. He just hated dealing with their questioning.

"I guess I'm going to go home." With nothing going on, the boy decided it would be best for him to head home. However, as he was turning around, he managed to see some blue light coming from an alleyway, it being followed by a loud 'thud' and some yelling. Knowing full well there might be some trouble going on over there, Izuku began leaping from building top to building top so he could get to the source of conflict quickly.

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The young boy who referred to himself only as Dabi was not having a good day. Then again, when was he ever? Ever since he ran away from his family for reasons he refuses to explain, he's had to live off the streets. In his life, there was no certainty to whether he was going to see another day. Starvation and dehydration were always constant threats, along with being targeted by psychopaths.

To solve his issue with food and water, he had to resort to stealing. With his fire quirk known as 'cremation,' he'd distract stand owners before stealing an apple or something around that size. Unfortunately, such methods only provided him with the minimal amount of food he needed to survive. There would be weeks where he'd go a few days without eating, such as this one.

'Days like today are why I think I should say 'fuck it' and be a villain,' a malnourished Dabi thought to himself as he scarcely avoided a blow from a muscular man. All Dabi wanted was something to eat, so he took an orange from a stand which had been open tonight. Unfortunately, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was and the owner of the stand ended up catching him in the act. Usually whenever he was caught, the stand owners would settle with shouting profanities at him. This guy on the other hand was a whole new breed of crazy. He ended up chasing Dabi to an alley where he was attempting to make sure the boy paid for what he stole. Normally, Dabi would've ended the fight quickly. He had a powerful fire quirk and from what he's seen so far, the man only had a low level strength enhancing quirk. Sadly, fatigue was taking over, the time he spent running having drained whatever energy he had left. He couldn't even summon his flames for more than a second. Perhaps if he had started disregarding human life would he be able to easily protect his own. After all, this was a world which seemingly took pleasure in stomping out those who play nice. Maybe it was time to stop caring about anyone besides himself…

Holding his head, Dabi watched as the man began walking towards him. He tried summoning his flames again, but all that happened was his hands glowed a bright blue before shimmering down. Collapsing on the ground in defeat, he waited for the man to bash his skull in. The moment never came though, for he had heard the man grunt as concrete broke beside him. Opening his eyes, the boy was met face to face with some sort of crescent throwing dart embedded in the concrete floor. Looking towards his attacker, he noticed he was looking towards the top of a roof. Following where he was looking at, Dabi saw an individual dressed in all white. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was the one who had thrown the disk. Unknown to either of them, the boy in white was Izuku Midoryia, now known as the vigilante Moon Knight.

Jumping off the six story building, Izuku landed in between the two. Taking one good look at the muscular man, the boy only had one thing to say to him, his voice distorted by his mask to make him sound older than he really was. "Leave."

"Who the fuck are you?!" The man shouted, angry at the boy for getting in his way.

"Just someone stopping a psychopath from killing a kid."

"The little shit stole from me-"

"Looks to me like you're upset he took an orange from you." It was the only thing Dabi had on him besides his worn out clothing. "Now, I'll say it again. Leave or I will drop you."

"I'd like to see you try."

As the man prepared himself to fight, Izuku couldn't help but smile. Fighting was something which helped him relieve stress, and he had a lot of stress built up from today.

Typically, Izuku would've been the first one to make a move, but the man ended up going first. Throwing a right hook, he was hoping to end the fight in an instant. However, with all the fighting training he has received along with the boost of speed he was getting from the full moon outside, Izuku saw his attack from a mile away. Sidestepping out of the way, Izuku threw a punch of his own, shattering the man's nose.

"FUCK!" A torrent of blood was spewing out of his nose, some of which had landed on Izuku's suit when his fist made contact with his target. Holding his nose, the man was about to go for another punch, only for a gloved fist to make contact with the hand covering his nose. With the pain of his broken nose being hit and the pain that came with Izuku shattering the bones in his hand, the man immediately went unconscious in a pool of his own blood.

'Too easy.' Rolling his eyes, Izuku flipped the man so he was lying on his stomach. He then made his way to the boy he had saved. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah." This was a lie seeing as he passed out from exhaustion a second later. Sighing, Izuku picked up the boy and began walking back to the cult. The head priest owns a cafe after all and something to eat and drink was exactly what the homeless boy needed…

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The smell of ramen was what ended up waking Dabi from unconsciousness. Sitting up, the boy noticed he was lying down on the floor of what appeared to be a church. Taking a quick look around, he ended up finding Izuku in his Moon Knight costume seated next to him, having watched over him.

"Where… am I?" Dabi asked the masked individual, only for him to hand him the bowl of ramen.

"Eat first, ask questions later."

With how good the ramen smelled, Dabi didn't need to be asked twice. He quickly scarfed down the ramen, the feeling of it entering his stomach feeling extremely satisfying. When he finished with his food, he glanced back at the vigilante. "Thanks. Now, where am I?"

"You're in the Church of Khonshu," Izuku responded, causing the other male to shoot him a confused glance.

"Church of who now?"

"Doesn't matter right now. All that does is that you're safe now. Feel free to use this place to recuperate. When you want to leave, let me know and I'll point you to the exit."

Dabi nodded as he began to peel the orange he had taken. The two sat in silence while the boy munched on his fruit. Eventually, Dabi decided to ask Izuku something. "So, what are you? Some kind of pro hero?"

Izuku shook his head, picking up a level of aggression from the boy upon him saying the word 'hero'. "No. I'm too young to be a hero. I guess you can call me a vigilante. Sounds to me like you don't like heroes."

"Tch, I don't. They're the reason I'm like this."

"What do you mean?"

Honestly, Dabi had nothing to lose by sharing some information to Izuku, so he did, wanting a chance to vent. "The way the hero system is set up, being popular takes over being a good person. My father's a well respected pro, but is a shitty human at home. I had to run away due to how he treated my family and I."

"Sounds to me like he was only a hero in name," Izuku replied, disgusted by the older boy's father. Again, another silence surrounded the two, Izuku being the one to break it this time. "So, what're you going to do after this?"

Dabi shrugged. "Probably try finding somewhere to hang out for a bit. I hear there's going to be a rough storm in a few days. Why does it matter to you?"

"Well, I was thinking of getting you a job and a place to stay," Izuku replied. He had no idea why he was helping this boy to be honest. Maybe it was because he could sympathize with him, having been beaten down himself to the point where he really only had himself to rely on. Or maybe it was simply the fact he was homeless. Whatever it was, Izuku didn't think too hard about it as right now, all he saw was someone who needed help. "The high priest owns a cafe upstairs and could use a bit of help with maintaining the church. Maybe you could do one of those and live here for the time being. I can convince him to pay you and give you free food. What do you say? I mean, it definitely beats living outside."

Dabi sceptically looked at him. "You just met me. Why the hell are you offering me a job and somewhere to live?"

"I don't know," Izuku said with a shrug. "Something about you speaks to me and it would be a shame if you were to keep living on the streets. Also, helping others is what a real hero would do."

"...If you're serious about the offer, then I'd be a fool to not take it," Dabi said. "What do you need me to do?"

"Well let me introduce you to the high priest first. He'll be the one in charge of giving you a job." Taking off his mask, Izuku smiled at the boy. "But welcome aboard anyways."

When he did this, Dabi gave him a stupefied glance, one thing on his mind now. "The fuck? You're like only twelve!"

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When Izuku introduced Tsuki to Dabi, the man was all for allowing him to stay at the church. Even though he was the high priest, he saw Izuku as his higher up seeing as he was the champion of Khonshu. Whatever Izuku wanted, it was his duty to grant it, though Izuku told him time and time again that such dedication wasn't necessary. Needless to say, Dabi was given the job of janitor duty for the church. While the pay wasn't anything special, he had free lounging and food, so he couldn't complain, especially seeing as there were no toilets for him to clean.

With Dabi being a resident of the church now, it allowed the two to bond. What started as Izuku questioning him about his quirk blossomed into a powerful friendship. Almost no secrets were kept from the other, Izuku even managing to learn Dabi's birth name. Granted, Dabi was skeptical about the whole idea of Khonshu and was very confused when he heard of Izuku being revived from death, but he learnt to stop questioning the validity of the story. Whether it was real or not had nothing to do with him.

During the first year of their friendship, the persona of Moon Knight would end up becoming a rather famous one. Other than how his suit looks like, no one knew anything about the boy other than the fact he often beat villains to the brink of death. Obviously, he didn't do this to all of them, but any who had something like murder and rape on their minds would be beaten to an inch of their lives. It was Izuku's way of warning any aspiring villains as to what was awaiting them if they chose to continue down such a path. Pro heroes have tried to stop him, but with his powers, skill, and gadgets, he'd always manage to evade them. When using his gifts though, he made sure to make it seem like he was quirkless. Vigilantism was illegal after all, but as Khonshu told him, as long as he didn't engage in combat with an off duty villain or start the fight, what he was doing was technically considered to be self defense by the law. If he had a quirk, he'd be tried for using it to fight crime. He didn't have one though, so as long as he wasn't the aggressor, he was fine, much to the frustration of the pro-heroes.

Funny enough, Dabi wasn't the only person Izuku would end up offering refuge to during his time as a vigilante. During that year, Izuku ended up bringing another homeless person to the church, the person being a girl with blonde hair who was as old as he was…

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Izuku, now thirteen years of age, was surveying the city of Japan as Moon Knight once again. Having gotten into several brawls that night, there were several patches of blood on his suit, all of which were from his enemies. With most villains being sloppy fighters who were over-reliant on their quirks, the boy has hardly gotten hurt while on the job. Of course, there have been a few instances where a villain managed to land a good hit or two on him, but he was still able to prevail in the end.

"Wow! That's a lot of blood on you," a feminine voice stated, causing the vigilante to turn around. Upon doing so, he was met with the sight of a short blonde girl with her hair in two buns. Based on the way she was looking at him, Izuku could tell she was definitely dangerous. "Is it yours?"

"...No." His eyes continued to watch her like a hawk. There was no way he was letting her out of his sight. The girl didn't seem bothered by this though. In fact, it seemed like she was actually enjoying the attention.

"Well, if it's not yours, then it definitely came from someone else," the girl stated in excitement, causing Izuku to blink in confusion. What was with this girl? "Does this mean you love blood?" Her eyes began shining in glee, prompting Izuku to secretly pull out some of his crescent disks. "Man, I love blood! It's really pretty and it tastes so good. What's your name my new blood friend? I'm Himiko Toga."

"..." Izuku would have to be an idiot to respond. Thankfully, he was not, so he kept his mouth shut.

Himiko, realizing she wasn't going to get a reply, pouted. "Aw, you're not much of a talker, are you? Well, if you're not going to talk to me, can I have some of your blood? I'm hungry and I haven't had some in such a long time..."

Again, she was met with silence, causing to pout once again. "Well, if you're not going to answer me, I guess it means I'll be taking your blood by force."

In the blink of an eye, Himiko whipped out two daggers and tossed them at the vigilante. Most would've been caught off guard by this, but not Izuku. Throwing two crescent darts, he managed to knock them out of the air before they hit him. Seeing this, the girl's smile widened.

"I didn't think I'd be having so much fun with my first target." Pulling out two more daggers, Himiko rushed in, eager to make the boy bleed. Going for an overhead stab, she was surprised to see him block it with a dagger of his own. She then attempted to stab him with her other dagger, only for him to push her back and strike her with a roundhouse kick to the side, sending her back a few feet.

"First target… so you haven't killed before?" Izuku asked her as she began standing up. Whipping out two more daggers, she shot him a small smile.

"Nope! You'll be my first!" Taking a deep breath, the girl suddenly vanished from his view. Instead of looking around for her like most fighters would, Izuku opted to use his senses to predict where she might try to attack him. Knuckleduster was adept at vanishing into thin air despite his big stature and he would often do so during training. Izuku had to learn how to counter it, and learn he did. Sensing something present to his left, he ducked Himiko's attempt at cutting his mask before elbowing her side.

"Why are you trying to kill me? You some kind of psychopath?"

"Nope. I just really like blood. I have ever since I got my quirk," Himiko said as she rushed in again. This time, Izuku pulled out his retractable staff and began blocking her attacks. Unknown to the girl, that one piece of information about her quirk was all that was needed to change Izuku's mind about how badly he was going to beat her. During his research on quirks, he's read about how they can affect a person's psyche. In Himiko's case, her bloodlust was most likely related to her quirk… whatever it was. He had a theory on how he could stop the girl before she killed someone, but it required him to knock her out.

Continuously blocking her attacks, the boy began looking for an opening he could use to finish the battle. His last two hits had definitely dealt some nice damage, so he was sure a third one would be enough to finish the job. Eventually, he found his opening when the girl went for a diagonal slash, making her head open to retaliation if he took the attack. Deciding it was worth the risk, he allowed her to knick his neck before throwing a powerful headbutt, knocking her out.

With his opponent down for the count, Izuku tapped the side of his mask, it having a secret communicator installed. "Hey Dabi, it's me. Mind trying to buy a pint of blood for me? I'll explain when I get back…"

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When Himiko woke up, she found herself in the church of Khonshu with Izuku and Dabi seated next to her. In the still masked Izuku's hands were a pint of blood.

"You're lucky the quirk accommodation center was still open," Dabi, now sixteen years old, remarked to Izuku as the girl began to awaken.

Izuku simply nodded. "I know." Seeing her movement from the corner of his eye, Izuku began to place all his attention towards her. "Hey, nice to see you're awake." He then handed her the pint of blood. "Drink."

Himiko, always willing to have some free blood, took his offer and began downing her drink. As she did, Izuku noticed how her body began to calm down, no longer jittery and shaky like it was when they were fighting.

"Feel better?" Izuku asked, causing her to nod. "Good."

Now, Himiko was a smart girl. She knew the boy she had been fighting was either a vigilante or a hero. Chances are, they were going to hand her over to the cops. However, seeing as he brought her to a safe place and had given her blood, there was a chance he wanted something from her. "So, what are you going to do with me now?"

"Depends on how you answer my questions," Izuku replied truthfully. "First off, you have any place to stay?"

"Nah, I'm homeless," Himiko admitted, her smile not faltering one bit.

Izuku nodded. While he assumed she was based on her clothes, he still wanted to make sure. "Alright. Secondly, what's your quirk?"

"My quirk allows me to transform into anyone whose blood I drink," Himiko said with a smile. Izuku was honestly surprised at how willing she was to answer his questions.

"Is that what makes you crazy for blood?"

"Yep! If I don't drink a pint of blood for a week, I get a bit hungry. Otherwise I'm perfectly normal."

"I doubt that last part…" Izuku muttered to himself. "So let me get this straight: as long as you have blood, you won't go around killing people?"

"Yep! Though I do like seeing it all over people."

Izuku nodded in understanding. So far, what he got from the girl in front of him was the fact her quirk was what was causing her bloodlust. Seeing as he was supposed to be her first victim, she's been homeless for about a week. It was decided, he was going to offer her the same opportunity he offered Dabi. "Last question. If you promise me that you won't kill anybody, I can get you a job, a place to stay, free food and water, and free blood for you every week. Would you be willing to do that?"

Upon being asked this, Himiko's smile faded, being replaced with an analytical frown. The fact that a stranger was offering to help her after learning about his condition was surprising to her. There was most likely some sort of catch to this. "What sort of job?"

"Mostly cleaning… or cooking if you're into that," Dabi responded, causing her to look at him. "He offered me the same deal about a year ago. Like you, I was once homeless, but taking this deal ended up getting me off the streets. Trust me, it's a good deal."

"I'd also hate to see you become a criminal just because you can't control your quirk," Izuku admitted. "The choice is yours to make. Just know that if you refuse and I find you killing someone, I won't go easy on you."

"..." Himiko stood silent for a few moments, thinking on her decision. Eventually, she came up with her answer, her smile returning once again. "I accept!" It was like Dabi said, this was a great offer.

"Good." Taking off his mask, Izuku smiled at the girl. "Welcome aboard."

When he did so, Himiko's smile turned into a predatory one. Seeing how cute the boy behind the mask was, she knew she was in love. Oh how much she wanted to make him bleed…

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With the addition of Himiko to the group, things were certainly more lively throughout the next year of Izuku's life. The girl always had a smile on her face, not letting anything get her down. It should be noted that legal custody was transferred from Himiko and Dabi's parents to the church. Himiko's parents ended up getting arrested for child neglect while Dabi's father (him being the only reachable parent at the time) ended up getting off scott free. How he managed to do so was something Izuku didn't understand. Sure he was a top pro hero and everything, but the fact he managed to continue keeping his abandonment of his child a secret was something Izuku couldn't wrap his head around.

Both Dabi and Himiko ended up being homeschooled, something Dabi was fine with. Himiko however wanted to be with her precious "Izu-kun" as she lovingly called him, but Izuku told her to wait until high school to no longer be homeschooled. Speaking of the girl, she had started developing a habit of trying to lightly cut Izuku's cheek so she could see him bleed. The boy found it good combat training, so he was fine with her doing it as long as it was only to him.

Both Dabi and Himiko ended up being homeschooled, something Dabi was fine with. Himiko however wanted to be with her precious "Izu-kun" as she lovingly called him, but Izuku told her to wait until high school to no longer be homeschooled. Speaking of the girl, she had started developing a habit of trying to lightly cut Izuku's cheek so she could see him bleed. The boy found it good combat training, so he was fine with her doing it as long as it was only to him.

The two have also received combat training from the church, making them capable of beating any common thug in a fight. Hell, like Izuku, they could take on any low level hero and even mid-level heroes with some prep. Compared to Izuku who had to endure hell and back with Knuckleduster, Dabi and Himiko simply worked with other members of the church, making Izuku more skilled, though the distance between them wasn't very large. Both had to survive on the streets after all, so they had skill to begin with. However, due to Izuku's analytical prowess, they've become far more proficient with their quirks.

The reason the church bothered training them was to make sure Izuku had some allies available as backup if he were to find himself in a tight situation while playing vigilante. Izuku however preferred to work alone as Moon Knight, the reason being that he didn't want anyone he cared about to get hurt. Oddly enough, this contrasted with the fact that Izuku adored being around his two friends in all other parts of his life. They were irreplaceable to him.

Speaking of which, the boy always felt Izuku Midoriya and Moon Knight were two different people. Izuku needed others near him to make sure his deteriorating mind didn't shatter, his mental problems popping out whenever he was alone. Moon Knight didn't; he was a loner who was able to convert his mental instability into a weapon. Izuku couldn't fight against a world which shot him down. He was just a stepping stone for other people and he couldn't do anything about it unless he wanted to risk ending his life. Moon Knight dared for someone to try to oppress him. They'd be lucky to walk away with only a broken limb.

It was funny. After his death, Izuku felt as if life had gotten better for him. As Moon Knight, he was someone who's done what he's always wanted to, save people. Having Himiko and Dabi around was also an immense blessing for reasons already explained. Oddly enough, despite him feeling this way, everything else about his life was arguably worse. His brain has been shattered into a million pieces, Katsuki was still picking on him, and the world continued to spit on him. Add the fact he has to deal with all this together and he was struggling more than he was before his death.

Still, it was too early to determine if Izuku was right or wrong about feeling the way he does about his life. After all, his story's only beginning…

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Shota Aizawa, otherwise known as the pro-hero EraserHead, was a tired individual. Such a thing should be expected from a man who worked as an underground hero during the night while teaching at the prestigious U.A Academy during the day. Granted, he had expelled all of his homeroom class during the first day of classes, but he still had to grade stuff from all the other classes he taught.

Today was one of the few days in which he was supposed to have time to himself. Sadly, it seems like he was needed by the principle before he could relax.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Come in!" A voice said from the other side of the door leading into the principal's office. Upon entering, he was greeted with the sight of a dog/bear/mouse creature sitting behind the principal's desk. Funny enough, this creature was the principal, having an intelligence heightening quirk which made him one of the smartest beings to ever exist on Earth.

Wanting to get the meeting over with, Shota sat down. "Afternoon principal Nezu. You called for me?"

"Indeed I have," the animal said with a smile. "As you know, recommendations will be given out to potential students soon."

Shota nodded. "What about them?"

Recommendations were quite the big deal. Any student who was nominated for one by the staff or any of the current top ten heroes essentially had two chances at getting accepted to U.A early. These hopeful students were given a different exam at an earlier date compared to those taking the main one. With the chances of getting in as a recommended student being lower than getting in the normal way, any who don't make the cut do have a shot at getting in if they do well in the exam open to all. As expected though, getting a recommendation was a rare event. You had to impress a staff member and/or a top ten pro hero, which was an extremely hard task. Heck, neither Nezu or him have ever given out recommendations, something he had a feeling wasn't going to change.

Of course, Shota should've known by now that Nezu's behavioral patterns couldn't be predicted. "Well, before I continue, I need a favor from you."

"What is it?"

"I've heard you've had a run in with the vigilante Moon Knight. Tell me a bit about that."

Not sure why the principal wanted to hear him tell this story, the man began to do so anyways, not having any reason not to.

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Flashback

Two weeks ago, ErasureHead had been patrolling the streets of Japan, doing his job. Ever since All Might had moved to Japan about a week ago, the crime levels have been decreasing significantly. This didn't mean that criminals have been silenced, far from it. They were still around, especially seeing as All Might seemed to work during certain periods of time.

Leaping from roof to roof, the pro-hero remained in the shadows, ambush tactics being his preferred method of attacking. His quirk 'erasure' allowed him to erase the quirks of whomever he looked at as long as their quirk wasn't a mutation one. With this, along with his capturing weapon he wore as a scarf and his insane levels of hand to hand combat skills, he was a dangerous enemy to any villain. The only way to stop him without a mutation quirk was to get the drop on him, hence why he relied on ambush tactics.

Eventually, his search ended up producing some results as he heard yelling coming from a nearby alleyway. Upon arriving at the scene, the man saw three other grown men on the floor, blood filling the alleyway. In the middle was the vigilante known as Moon Knight, blood staining his usually white costume.

Despite both having similar patterns to their patrols, the two never ran into one another, so such a sight was a surprise to the pro-hero. Staying in the shadows, he began observing the vigilante, waiting for a chance to strike. Despite the fact it was technically legal for Izuku to be out patrolling, it was still a mystery as to whether he actually had a quirk. With EraserHead being one of the few who could actually determine if someone was using a quirk by using his own, he knew a showdown with the vigilante was needed.

Eventually, the hero got his chance when Izuku turned his back towards the criminals he had beaten down. Launching his capture weapon, he was surprised when Izuku managed to avoid the incoming projectile before launching one of his own. Avoiding it, the pro-hero took the spot where the downed criminals were, making sure to keep his eyes on the boy.

"EraserHead."

"Moon Knight."

"For what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?"

"You probably already know, but vigilantism is illegal," the pro hero informed him. "You had a good run, but it's time for it to end."

"Ah, but I'm not legally considered a vigilante," Izuku said. "I've not instigated any fight nor have I used a quirk. I'm perfectly fine."

"The first point is true," Shota admitted. "But there's no way to prove you are quirkless unless I bring you into the police station for questioning. We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way."

Izuku shook his head. "I can't come with you. There's a reason I wear a mask after all…"

"Tch, very well then. The hard way it is." Wasting no time, Shota launched his capture weapon at the boy, only for him to dodge it before retaliating with another crescent dart, which the pro hero managed to avoid yet again.

Unknown to Shota, Izuku was paying close attention to his movements. Knuckleduster had warned him about EraserHead, he being one of the few people who managed to fight on equal terms with him. If EraserHead was as good as his mentor said he was, then fighting him wasn't a good option. Instead of victory, he needed to seek a way out.

Realizing he was getting nowhere with his capture weapon, Shota rushed forwards, ready to engage in some good old hand to hand combat. His first and second blows were blocked by Izuku. His third one however managed to nail the boy in the cheek, causing him to stagger. Wasting no time, Shota went for another punch, striking his opponent yet again. Unknown to him, Izuku had let him hit him that second time, for he would be in a position where he wouldn't be able to avoid retaliation strike. Throwing a quick jab, he managed to send the pro-hero flying, much to Shota's surprise. During the entire fight, he had been using his quirk, making the pro hero believe that his strength was natural. Of course, this wasn't true, his strength being heightened by the new moon outside.

Seeing the brief flash of confusion in the man's face, Izuku threw another crescent at him. EraserHead managed to dodge it yet again, this time with more ease than before. Before he had the time to wonder why this was, the crescent exploded in a blinding light, revealing that it was a flashbang. When the pro hero's eyes returned to normal, Moon Knight was nowhere to be seen, having taken the chance to flee. Cursing under his breath, Shots began climbing up the fire escape on one of the buildings making up the alleyway, hoping that he could find the vigilante. Sadly, he never did...

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"...and that's pretty much what happened," the teacher mumbled under his breath. "The kid played it smart."

"Interesting." Having finished taking notes of Shota's story, Nezu began smiling. "I was right in sending him a recommendation letter."

Shota had to double check that he heard right. The principal of U.A, a being with some of the highest standards, just gave away a letter of recommendation to a vigilante. "Pardon me?"

"I've been following him since his debut and I have to say, I'm impressed," Nezu stated. "With no quirk, he has managed to win every single one of his fights thus far, besides the one with you of course. He's also very intelligent, relying on the weaknesses of his opponent's quirks to win fights. He sort of reminds me of you."

"How did you even find out who he was?"

"That's for me, and only me, to know," the principal replied with a self satisfying grin.

Knowing that he wasn't going to get a real answer anytime soon, Shota decided to ask another question instead. "Are you sure it's alright to bring a vigilante to this school? You know the public will go nuts if they ever find out the infamous Moon Knight was attending U.A."

Nezu smiled darkly at this. "Trust me, everything will work out. This school needs more unconventional heroes like him anyways…"

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Author's note 2: In case you're worried about OCs taking the spotlight or a sizable role in the fic, that won't happen. Tuski's really just there to be Izuku's supplier and the head of the Church of Khonshu. He'll have no other role besides that. Same goes for the healers I introduce next chapter.

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Author's note 3: Here are Izuku's stats in case you were curious :-)

Strength: ?/5 (depends on the cycle of the moon. In daylight, he's a 2/5 D-. On a new moon, crescent moon, half moon, or in unnatural darkness, he's a 3/5 C. On a gibbous or full moon, he's a 4/5 B)

Speed: ?/5 (again, depends on the cycle of the moon. In daylight, he's a 4/5 B. On a new moon, crescent moon, half moon, gibbous moon, or when he's in unnatural darkness he's a 5/5 A. A full Moon makes him a 6/5 S).

Technique: 6/5 S

Intellect: 5/5 A+

Cooperation: 1/5 E (reasoning is pretty obvious, but will be further revealed as the story progresses).

Insanity: 6/5 S