Ojiro smiled at his friend. "Thanks, Midoriya. You're a lifesaver."

"Just remember what sensei said about using your tail like that," Izuku said firmly. "It's flexible, but you have to be careful not to overextend it."

"I know," the blond groaned. "I just got caught up in the moment."

"Do you have any injuries?" Izuku asked the bird-headed boy.

"Naught affects my immortal soul," he intoned.

A bird-like shadow burst from the boy. "He's too embarrassed to tell you that he tripped on some rubble and scraped his hands and knees really badly."

"Dark Shadow," the boy hissed in betrayal, but Izuku was already pulling out bandages and disinfectant.

"Don't worry, I promise I've done things a hundred times more embarrassing. Just ask Ojiro."

"It's true."

Tokoyami allowed Izuku to begin treating his scrapes, glancing between Ojiro and Izuku. "You said your name is Midoriya?"

"Yep."

"You're quite the interesting character. It's rare to find certified medical personnel at such a young age. Yet on top of that, you seem to have already fostered a relationship with the police officers present. I feel that you have quite the tale to tell, Midoriya."

"Oh, it's nothing too interesting, nothing compared to your quirk," Izuku said, watching Dark Shadow with bright eyes. "I've never seen anything like it. Does-"

"Little Midoriya!" one of the officers interrupted, looking incredibly weary. "The detective wants to see you once you're finished here."

He nodded at the officer, an older gentleman with a twinkle in his eye despite how tired he seemed. "I'll go find him, thanks Officer Sohma." Placing the last bandage on Tokoyami's knee, the boy smiled ruefully. "I need to remember I'm here for a job. It was a pleasure meeting you, Tokoyami. If we ever meet when I'm not on duty, I would love to ask you about your quirk. Ojiro, see you tomorrow."

"Bye!"

Ojiro and Tokoyami watched silently as Midoriya left to seek out the detective, pausing only to hunt down a blanket so Hagakure had something to wear other than her gloves and shoes. He was making a beeline for the detective when he spotted Todoroki attempting to dress his own wounds.

"What an interesting specimen of light," the bird-headed boy said, red eyes fixed on the green-haired one.

"Yeah, you could say that," Ojiro said, his lips upturned as he watched his friend.

"What do you think you're doing?" Izuku nearly screeched at Todoroki.

"I'm applying bandages," the boy said with no emotion whatsoever.

"By yourself? You just went through a traumatic experience and you're surrounded by trained medical personnel," Izuku lectured, taking the bandages out of the boy's hand. He carefully unravelled what had already been wrapped. "Wrapping something like this properly is almost impossible to do on your own."

"I'll be fine either way, I'm going to see Recovery Girl any minute now."

"You can't always rely on healing quirks. Recovery Girl won't always be there, you need to…" Izuku trailed off, examining the boy's arms. "You're covered in burns and bruises, but there's no way these happened today unless you have some sort of self-healing quirk."

"I never said I got wounded today."

The smaller boy looked into the different-colored eyes, a deep sadness shining in his green ones. He unconsciously patted Todoroki's arm as some sort of gesture of comfort before hardening his mouth in a line. "These are never going to heal properly if you keep wrapping them like this. I'll show you how to do it on yourself, but if you can't do it right, you have to find someone to help you."

Then Izuku was running, finally making it to the detective. He wove around students that were calming down for the most part. Luckily Detective Tsukauchi was out of sight of both All Might and Kachan. Izuku didn't want to keep his presence a secret necessarily, but it was a big day for him. He had just gotten his EMT certification and he was putting it to use for the first time. He didn't want today to be spoiled by either of them.

Detective Tsukauchi was talking to a man with long, wild black hair, apparently almost finished with taking his statement. Izuku found himself staring at the man - he seemed familiar. He was also favoring one of his arms heavily.

The man stopped telling his story, pausing when he noticed Izuku. "Who's the kid?"

"I'm Midoriya Izuku," he said before Tsukauchi could respond for him. Then he caught the barest glimpse of something nestled underneath the man's scarves. "I'm a certified EMT, and you're Eraserhead, aren't you? I hadn't heard you were teaching at U.A. I'm a huge fan, if I weren't on duty I would have probably fainted at this point."

"Midoriya is trustworthy, Aizawa," Tsukauchi promised. "He's the kid who found the Tanaka girl."

"If you insist he's trustworthy, I'll believe you. But that's the extent of my story," the tired teacher said. "If you'll excuse me-"

"Wait!" Izuku said. "You need someone to see to your arm. I understand if you don't want me to, but it needs attention."

Eraserhead stared Izuku down. "My arm?"

"Yeah, it looks like some sort of disintegration quirk? You look dead on your feet, so Recovery Girl can't heal it all right now, but if you don't have something to compress the damaged portion, your nerves may never fully recover."

The pro hero blinked at the deluge of information before offering his arm. "Go for it, kid."

Izuku procured a small roll of gauze, nimble fingers wrapping the man's wounded elbow with just the right amount of tension. While the teen worked, Eraserhead was contemplative. "How did you know it was a disintegration quirk?"

"What? Oh, the damage pattern of your sleeve. Fabric doesn't just do that. I couldn't see your elbow because of the shadow your sleeve cast, but you gestured awkwardly, so…" he trailed off, physically forcing himself not to mutter in front of Eraserhead. "All finished, but see Recovery Girl after getting some rest."

Eraserhead was staring at him intently. "Have you ever thought about becoming a hero?"

The boy smiled bittersweetly. "It was all I dreamed about when I was younger. But I"m quirkless, and I was told by a certain pro that it was impossible." His smile quivered, the hurt obviously still fresh. "I'm aiming to become a detective instead. I've found that they help people even more than heroes sometimes, and they don't deal with all of the attention, which is really appealing."

Aizawa looked Izuku up and down, mentally evaluating him. "Kid, you could've done it. If you ever change your mind, let me know. You've got a good head on your shoulders and dedication."

Izuku sniffed, swiping at some stray tears. "That means a lot, Eraserhead. But for now I'm more than happy with the path I'm on. Maybe we'll even work together in the future. Also, one of your students, the short boy with purple hair? I noticed he was… stuck to Officer Sasaki. If you want your student alive, you'll want to take care of the… situation."

Tsukauchi paled. "Sasaki has a reputation for breaking limbs for unwanted advances."

Eraserhead sighed, a deep, bone-weary sigh. "I'll be back."

Wide green eyes turned to Tsukauchi. "What did you need, Detective?"

"You know you can just call me Tsukauchi, Midoriya," he said, pausing briefly. "You still want to be a detective, don't you?"

Izuku was practically bouncing. "Absolutely!"

"I've got an… opportunity for you," the detective said carefully. "We're beginning a new program, a provisional police officer system. It's a bit like the provisional hero licenses, you would go through the Police Academy and afterward you would have the same authority as a rookie police officer."

"Really? I hadn't heard of this."

"It was just barely approved," Tsukauchi said, suddenly nervous for some reason. "And if you're willing, we'd like you to be our first provisional police officer."

The boy's mouth fell open and stayed that way until more voices broke into the conversation.

"You already told him? Dang it Tsukauchi, we agreed you would wait until we were all here!"

"No, you agreed to that, Saito. You knew there was a good chance that Midoriya would leave before we gathered everyone together."

"I think you broke our boy, Detective."

Izuku finally closed his mouth, looking around at all of the police officers surrounding him. Tears were already streaming down his face. "I can really be one of you?"

Saito ruffled his hair. "You were already one of us, Little Midoriya. We were all panicking a bit, we didn't know when we would be able to see you once your EMT class finished."

"Just to be clear, they worried. I wanted you gone," Mori said sourly.

"That's true, I apologize for briefly forgetting that you're the worst, Mori," Saito said with a smile. "But you still have one more statement to get, right? You were in charge of getting it from that kid with the electric quirk."

"What? He's mentally gone, there's no way-"

"You two should get along famously then!" Saito said, bodily shoving the man away.

Izuku, still crying, smiled at the officers surrounding him. "Thank you. Thank you all."

Sasaki coalesced on the group, muttering, "Stupid grape kid, next time I'll… Wait, Little Midoriya is crying? You told him without me? I thought we were going to wait!"

A/N: I'm back! Honestly everyone, I'm totally blown away by the response this story is getting. Things are going to start moving a little faster now, and I'm excited to see the reactions! Obviously the police officers are going to be a big part of the story, so would it be helpful for you guys if I were to do little character bios on different officers at the end of chapters? Let me know! As always, comments and constructive criticism are welcomed!