Izuku's POV

A feeling of dread had been hanging over him since he woke up that morning. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Gathering all the information he could on Stain had taken up most of his night. Izuku didnt go to sleep until almost four am and then was awake again at six-thirty.

Most people assumed the dark bags under his eyes were from stupid childish nightmares. Well, the one's who cared enough to notice at least. Most of the ones who noticed were bullies who wanted to give him hell over it.

After being seeing Bakugo chewed out for bullying him by Fatgum the others had left him alone the rest of the day. Even on his way home, no one tried to attack him. It was a nice change of pace from what he was used to. Sadly he knew that in a few days it would be back to normal. Nothing ever changed that was good for him permanently. It was a fact of life. One he was well acquainted with.

His morning had started off normal enough. Inko, he refused to call her his mother any longer was either blackout drunk or still at work when he woke up. Like a zombie, he had made himself a bowl of cereal and coffee. In his stupor, he almost poured coffee into his cereal rather than milk like a normal person.

When he realized what he was doing he stopped and considered it. Before he put milk in instead. Maybe one day he would try coffee cereal but that day was not today.

On his way to school that morning Izuku had playbacks of Detective Tsukauchi getting statements from Stain's victims. They were all computerized so after some hacking, he was able to play them like an audiobook. If anyone asked he was listening to lectures on quirk analysis.

As he entered the school grounds he saw Bakugo waiting for him. Great, what was the other going to do now? Did he learn anything from Fatgum yesterday?

"DEKU!"

Izuku sighed. Apparently, he had not learned anything. Pretending not to hear over the interrogation tapes he tried to move past the other boy.

A leg was stuck out to try and trip him. Too bad for the bullies he was aware just not wanting to deal with them today. Instead of being tripped by the leg, he stepped over it. As he tried to continue towards their class a hand grabbed his shirt.

He barely felt the heat of it as he looked up into the glaring red eyes of Bakugo. Really was he going to do this now? What if a hero saw him?

Coldly Izuku glared back not allowing the other to intimidate him. His hands twitched within the confines of his gloves. Part of him wanted to seek out a fight just to have the spike of adrenaline. The rational part of his brain reminded him how much of a bad idea that would be. His teachers and principal would blame him and everyone would listen. After all, they know him best. Yeah right.

A voice grumbled tiredly, "Dont block the entranceway, brats."

Izuku turned to the voice having to hide a grin that threatened to break across his face. Well well well, if it wasnt his favorite sleepy hobo. The man looked absolutely exhausted. Given that he was up when Izuku on autopilot sent two criminals files over adding to his ever-increasing count it made sense.

Wait, Eraserhead was not a daylight hero. While he was ranked first as an underground hero his name would only make schools question is reliability. There was no way he would just randomly come to Alderra Middle School. What in the hell was he doing here?

Bakugo roughly shoved Izuku away from him. For his part, Izuku barely stumbled and quickly moved so that Eraser could enter the school. No use angering the hero when he would spend the day in his school with him. Maybe he would get lucky and the hero would only spend a period in their class. Izuku could but really shouldn't work on vigilante stuff while he was there.

Fate hated him. He swore to choas that they hated him. Watching a white fuzzy head pop out of the hero's capture scarf nearly gave him a heart attack. What was Nezu doing here?

The animal principal said cheerfully, "Hello students. Am I a rat, a dog, a bear? Who knows? What we do know is that I am the principal of UA, Nezu."

Izuku bowed lowly as he greeted in return stuttering slightly, "Nice to meet, Principal Nezu."

Nezu held out a paw for him to shake much to the vigilante's surprise. Izuku gave a quick tug on his glove to ensure it was in place before taking it. The movement was almost unnoticeable by all present. With the exception of the rat whose eye's sharpened. Izuku hoped that he did not offend the principal by ensuring his quirk didnt activate.

"Izuku!" Called out a voice that brought a real smile to his face.

Kavar was running through the entrance of the grounds. As late as ever he always seemed like he was in a rush. It was like they were polar opposites in everything. Everything but the misfortune that they shared. It was what brought them together.

Izuku called back shifting so that he faced his friend but his back wasnt turned to the heroes, "Kavar you're running late again! Why dont you get up earlier?"

"And why dont you sleep like a normal person?" Retorted his friend good-naturedly.

For a moment it was just them bickering back in forth as was their morning routine. A cough however drew both boys from there bickering. Both Izuku and Kavar turned to see the two heroes watching them. Nezu didnt bother to hide his amusement from them. Eraser was a little more difficult to tell but Izuku could see it in his eyes.

Izuku stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waited to see what they would say. Kavar mimicked his stance from years of practice. While he wasnt a vigilante he did help Izuku with finding videos for analysis. He was also the only one who knew Izuku's secret.

Once upon a time Izuku and Katsuki had been like brothers. When Izuku had been declared quirkless that brotherhood was broken. Only a year later Kavar transferred to their elementary school and within a few months figured out Izuku did have a quirk. Bonded by their quirks both boys had formed a strong brotherhood. Much stronger than the one he had with Katsuki.

Nezu asked drawing his attention, "Am I to assume that you are, Izuku Midoriya?"

Izuku stiffened in response his green eyes meeting black warily. Why did this rat know his name? He hasn't done anything in particular to draw his attention. Not as Izuku at least.

Luck had every hero's attention in Japan. He had requested several times a week asking for his aid. That didnt include the attention he got as Watcher. Attention wasn't why he did what he did but it would help him if he decided to use Luck to make money. There were already offers on the table.

"I am," he answered, "Why are you asking?'

Nezu's face split into a grin while Eraser seemed to be considering him closer now. He met the dark eyes evenly waiting for an answer.

Nezu replied holding out a set of papers to him, "I was wondering if we could speak to you about the analysis you turned in to Fatgum yesterday."

A frown crossed his face as he noted the papers in question. It was just a standard analysis of the hero they had been given. According to Fatgum, their society lacked skilled analysts. The hero had been offering to sponsor anyone skilled in analysis work to build their skills. It would be similar to agencies offering internships.

Is that what this was about? He thought it was Fatgum offering to sponsor. Never would he have considered it was Nezu. If there was anyone smart enough to figure out what he was up to it was the rat.

Still, Izuku gave a false smile as he replied, "Sure, Principal Nezu."

Nodding to Kavar he followed the rat and hero through the hallways. He was led to the less-used side of the school. Part of it had been damaged in a fire last year. While stable now no one wanted to use the damaged classrooms unless absolutely necessary. Alderra didnt have a large student body so they were able to make do with the undamaged side.

Eraser seemed to choose an office at random and he followed. The feeling of unease washed over the young vigilante.

Why would they take him so far from everyone else? Had they figured out his secret? No, if they figured out he was a vigilante the police would be here too. So why was he so far away from everyone?

Once he and Nezu settled into chairs, Eraser put himself by the door. As if he was expecting Izuku to try and escape. No matter there were more way out of this room than just the door.

Turning his attention to the rat he found that he was being closely observed. The stories of Nezu's intelligence were not exaggerated. He could see the way the calculating mind was processing every movement he made.

The rat was the first to break the silence as he said, "Mr. Midoriya we were surprised by the amount of detail you put into your analysis. You see most middle school students can only write a page of analysis with the amount of information you were. A few of the more studious could maybe write two."

Maybe five pages back to back was a little overboard. Compared to what he did as the analyst Luck it was nothing. He didnt even consider how much other students would be able to come up with. An oversight he would have to be careful not to repeat if he could get out of this.

Izuku tried to deflect, "I didnt realize it was that big of a deal. You see I do hero analysis in my spare time. It is a hobby that I hope would even the playing field as I want to be a hero."

"Why would you need the playing field leveled?" Questioned Eraser, "Your intelligence is outstanding and you're physically fit. UA allows up to three support items if you fill out the proper paperwork."

Izuku couldn't help himself. He snorted at the words said by the hero. If there was one thing he had learned over the years was that being "quirkless" meant he would never be accepted. No one believed in having luck quirks. If someone claimed to have one society called them insane. Or say that they were seeking attention.

Discrimination would wear down one's soul until even the person began to believe it. This was what made Izuku so callous to the world around him. Being callous allowed him to write a better analysis. He saw everything and didnt allow his own prejudice to color his analysis.

Neither hero reacted with words but Eraser did glare at him. It almost seemed like the other would use his quirk. Izuku didnt know if he would cherish the feeling of actually being quirkless or not. If he did then he wouldn't have to fear touching others. Though it would only last a moment before his quirk would return in full force.

Izuku sighed, "You have the quirk known as Erasure and are an underground hero. I believe part of the reason you decided to go underground is because of how you were treated. Let me guess you were called a villain because you could temporarily erase others quirk. So you became a hero to prove them wrong. That's great. Others with so-called villainous quirks should do the same. But let me ask you something. What about the quirkless? There are children who are born without a quirk still coming into this world. Can they become a hero? Or should they choose less dangerous paths? To ensure their dreams are realistic."

That last word was spat out anger for the briefest of moments clouding his face. The very words that had been spoken to him not that long ago by his once idol. All Might no longer held that title. In fact, no one was his idol any longer.

Eraser considered his words for a moment before he replied, "It is true that the quirkless numbers have been on the decline. Only 20% of the world's population are born without a quirk. Most of them dont make it to adulthood. More than 75% of those who do die before the age of 30. However our world also vastly underestimates people with the sheer amount of will it takes to push through the discrimination to survive. Do I think that a quirkless person could be a hero? Under the right circumstances yes I do. They will face more challenges than anyone else but someone without a quirk can be a hero."

Izuku was stunned into silence. He fully expected to have to retort against the hero. A hero who fought mostly quirkless. This was the first time an adult had in a roundabout way told him he could be a hero. What was he supposed to say to this?