"Find anything on the vigilante or our villain?" Tsukauchi asks as he refills his coffee mug. Eraserhead grunts and takes a sip from his cup.

"Nothing on Iridescent or the guy he killed." He scowls. "If we didn't have ten officers there with the same story, I'd say I imagined him. The only reason I don't think it was a total sleep deprivation dream is that we got a video of him from one of the cruiser's dash cams. You find out what that thing he killed was?"

"Nothing to get from the ashes." The detective sighs. He takes a sip from his mug and grimaces. "How have we not seen or heard anything about this guy outside of the one incident?"

"Nothing in the archives for anyone with either of the villains' quirks?" Aizawa follows Tsukauchi as the man heads to his desk. "The one villain had a pretty distinguished mutant quirk."

"Kid, if we find anything, you will be the first Hero to know." Tsukauchi sighs.

"Don't call me a kid. You're only six years older than me." Aizawa scowls at the officer as they sit opposite

"And you're only two years out of UA, Eraserhead." Tsukauchi raises one eyebrow. "If the other Underground Heroes hadn't recommended you to us, you would not have been called to the warehouse that night and wouldn't know anything about this case."

Aizawa slumps in his chair and takes another sip of his coffee. Tsukauchi chuckles and slides a copy of the file to the younger man. Aizawa straightens up and puts his mug on the desk, picking the file up to read through it. All the information in the file was stuff he already knew, having been at the warehouse himself. Some of it was only in the file because of him. He had been the one to pull Iridescent up from the fire escape and guessed the man's weight, and he had gotten close enough to know that both his hair and eyes were green.

"He's not from around here, right?" The Hero puts the file down and looks at Tsukauchi. "Where could he have gone?"

…

"Fucking shit!" Izuku Midoriya swears and pulls his hand back from where he had gotten it pinched between the cabinet doors. Scowling, he kicks the door and pulls his hand out of his glove to look it over. It wasn't bleeding, so it would be fine. He puts the glove back on and lifts the cabinet onto the truck bed.

It was amazing what people would throw away.

Once he has strapped the stuff down, he returns to the truck and drives it to his new home. At least the piles of trash he'd been working on the last two months looked more organized. He had put everything that was wood in one pile, metal scraps in another, a third made up of only electronics, and actual trash was going into bags and placed in another pile further away. There were other piles of different things he'd found, making it easier to find things he was missing for the house. He still had half the beach to get through, but he was progressing well.

The first truck he had found was still parked by the shady tree, though he had stripped it of its more valuable parts. He pulls the truck up to the shelter he'd made and turns it off. The engine and gas system were now hooked up as a generator to power the stove, small appliances, and lights he put into the house. He had the fridge hooked up to the battery and multiple solar panels from the garden lights he'd placed in the higher branches of his tree.

He had also found half a Mazda 626 coupe that he had dragged to rest against the tailgate of the first truck. It was missing the whole front end where the engine would have been, so he had taken more from it, including the floor, seats, tires, and even the dash. However, he had sold most of those parts to get other supplies he needed, like bleach to clean everything and a small welding kit.

He had welded the floor to the car's hood to make a loft-like area for a bed. That was where he'd put the car's seats after having them wrapped in plastic, then six rolls of duct tape. He got a mattress topper and a couple of mattress covers to put on top to be more comfortable. After sleeping upright in trees and on roofs while hunting Nomu and then sleeping on pine needles and leaves for the last two months, his makeshift bed was the best thing he'd slept on in a while.

He took a couple of windows he'd found and screwed them together. Then he screwed them to the floor, making it a sunroom with an old billboard acting as the roof. The only thing he still had to do with the bedroom was to get the paint to tint the windows so anyone that might find the shelter wouldn't be able to see inside.

He had taken the metal support beams he'd found and used those to hold up the part of the billboard that hung over his new house. It had taken him weeks to get them dug into the ground and welded together enough to hold the billboard. He'd braced two of them against the truck and car for extra support. He laid a hole-ridden tarp on the ground under the support beams and was currently building the walls and floor out of metal sheeting and cabinets.

Izuku gets out of the truck and starts laying the metal sheets on the ground. He would use those for the outer walls first, and whatever was left would make the first layer of the floor. He leaves the cabinets in the truck and starts lining the metal sheets along the support beams. Once they were in place, he dug at the ground and set the first metal sheet in the hole. Making sure it was against the beam and still high enough to reach the makeshift roof, he used a piece of rebar to brace it and filled the hole back in. Going to the other side, he welds it to the beam. Checking to ensure it will hold, he goes to the next piece. He does this until he runs out of sheet metal. Wiping his brow, he looks over his work, satisfied. He would need a few more sheets to finish the last wall, put the door in, and finish the outer wall. The rest of the metal sheeting would go to the floor.

He climbs up into the truck's tailgate, where he had made his kitchen, and pulls a water bottle out of the fridge. There was enough room for the two-door fridge, a stove, and a single counter with cabinets above them. The counter had an electric kettle under a countertop organizer where he had placed a small microwave. The cabinet above the stove was where he kept his food, and he pulled a package of ramen out of it. Pouring the water bottle into the kettle, he grabs a bowl from the cabinet above the counter and a pair of chipped wooden chopsticks from the drawer. He finishes making his lunch and eats it outside, where he can listen to the forest and distant waves.

Today he would take another load of stuff into town to see what he could sell and hopefully get some more groceries. It would mean heading back to the beach once he finished eating. Leaving his dishes on the counter to wash later, he heads back to the truck, turning it on and making his way back to the beach.

He continues to make his way through the piles of trash, putting things he thought he could sell into the truck bed to take into town. He took things to pawn shops and scrap yards. Sometimes he traded the clothes, towels, and blankets he found with the homeless for useless junk he could tinker with during the nights after he screamed himself awake. The truck bed full, he picks out metal sheets he planned to use on his house and leaves them in a smaller pile to grab on his way back. He drives the truck over to the stairs and the new ramp he'd made to get the truck up from the beach. He heads into town, ideas already forming on what he could grab from the store to finish the walls tonight.

Tonight.

He'll start planning and gathering information on how the Heroes, police, and the underworld worked before his debut.

Iridescent was making a comeback.

…

"Alright, everyone!" He calls out to the class, "Take a minute to stretch out, then you're good to leave. Great job today!"

"Yes, Takeko Sensei!"

It would take some time to get used to hearing people call him that. Izuku grabs a water bottle and drinks from it while his students clean up the gym. He had gotten a job as a child instructor for quirk management, specializing in teaching kids how to defend themselves, using and without using their quirks. Once he was sure the last student was gone, he informed the manager he was leaving and gathered his stuff from his locker. He puts his bag in the passenger seat and starts the truck, driving it back to the beach so he can grab his gear.

Making a quick stop to get the last metal sheeting for the walls, Izuku makes his way to his clearing. He pulls his gear out of the cabinet by his bed and puts it on. He laughs with teary eyes as he notices some areas are tighter now that he is eating more regularly. He found it funny, considering he was homeless and eating better now than he had been before they stranded him on the other side of a time rift portal. He takes the forest route, going through the trees to get closer to the city so no one would link him to the trash beach and find his tiny home.

As soon as he was in the city, he climbed to the roof: the fewer people that might see him, the better. Tonight was more about observing the Heroes and police figuring out their patrol routes to design his own around theirs, focusing on the areas he notices them missing or ignoring altogether. The shift from spotlight Heroes to underground ones was poor, with a two-hour gap between the last daylight Hero returning to his agency and the first nighttime Hero walking out of the police precinct. He writes things he notices on a pocket notepad in his vigilante code just in case he loses it, so no one else would be able to read it.

He sets up a stakeout on top of the building next to the police precinct, his new compact computer in his arm guard working on breaking into the firewalls of the station as he watches the people below him. A flash of black and grey passes him on another roof, and he freezes, looking out of the corner of his eye.

Eraserhead. Hitoshi's mentor and foster father. Izuku had respected the man greatly in his time, and it was strange to see a man who was 15 years older than him look so young. He would be just a year older than him now, fresh out of UA and without the years of experience they had grown dependent on in the war against the League. Curious, Izuku watches as the man leaps across rooftops. His arm computer beeps, letting him know he had passed the police firewall.

He grins. It looks like there would be a change of plans for how his night would go. Izuku gathers his equipment and follows his father-in-law at a distance.