Izuku's POV

The day's events stayed with him even to that night when he patrolled. His mind could not stop going to the fact that two Pro Heroes thought he and Kavar could be heroes. That they didnt consider them useless because of their quirks.

It was almost too good to be real. His mind kept waiting for the shoe to drop and for the two heroes to them it had all been a joke. What he got instead was both Nezu and Eraserhead's cards. They made him swear that if he needed help he would call them.

An oath that should have been sacred but he knew he could never keep. As a vigilante he was constantly in danger or trouble. But it was nice to know that someone at least faked that they cared about what happened to a quirkless.

Thoughts of what to do about the heroes looking around his school could wait. Tonight he was on the hunt of a previous vigilante turned murderer. Stain was out there and he needed to be stopped before he killed again.

Izuku kept to the back alleys while listening to patrol radio chatter. It wasnt difficult to listen in on the heroes' comms. Only a few moments of hacking had gotten him in.

Part of him wished he could set the heroes up with emergency beacons like the one he was wearing. Despite running from them, they were on the same side. The last thing he wanted was for one of them to die because he wasnt fast enough.

Unfortunately most new heroes saw themselves as invincible. They didnt think that having a backup plan like an emergency beacon would be helpful. Izuku's own emergency beacon would send out his location to all nearby heroes and Kavar.

As he hit the rooftop of one of the far alleys on the east side he stopped to breath. It felt good to be out and about again. Once a month patrols were not nearly enough to take off the edge of his energy. He couldnt make them too often or in any consistent schedule though. Otherwise he would have heroes breathing down his neck.

This was a quiet night and it was setting him on edge. Something was going to break the peace. Something always did when he patrolled.

Izuku pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and logged into the cameras. As had been normal for the evening there wasnt much going on. No signs of the Hero Killer and very few people out and about. There were a few more heroes than normal that he would have to avoid. Best Jeanist especially. That hero wouldnt allow him any opportunity to get close or to use his quirk.

As he was about to switch cameras to north side a flicker across the screen caught his attention. It was one of the newer limelight heroes. From the files Izuku borrowed he knew that the other was here as backup. The agencies were strained for help because of the Hero Killer. Many just wanted their safer paychecks.

He caught a flicker across the screen of his phone. Stain... shit he needed get half way across the side. Izuku took off across the rooftops again and kept an eye on where the hero was going.

Izuku raced across the rooftops forgetting that there were other heroes watching for him. As he reached the hero's he heard a cry of pain that was muffled from further down. He pushed himself to go faster to stop Stain from killing anyone else.

After crossing a few rooftops he finally found them. The hero wasnt one he recognized and he was on the ground, a sword stabbing through his shoulder. Above the hero was Stain his cold eyes staring down at the other.

Izuku only took a second to activate his emergency beacon before jumping off the rooftop. Kicking the murderer in the face and knocking him away from the hero. A glance at the hero found him still breathing.

He ordered sharply, "Hero, I'll hold him him off. You need to get out of here."

Stain growled drawing his serrated knife, "You're the vigilante that has been working in Musutafu. You have the heart of a true hero. Protecting the false heroes is beneath you. Stand aside. I do not wish to fight you."

The hero behind him grunted, "I cant move. When he stabbed me he licked the blade. I havent been able to move since that."

So it was a paralysis quirk via blood ingestion. That would explain the serrated blades. Either how much blood he ingested effected how long it would last. Or it was based on type of blood.

To survive this though he would need to activate his own quirk. There were still many unknowns about his quirk though. Would the bad luck stay in effect even if he was killed? Or would the luck stolen be returned? Then again Izuku didnt know for sure and could try bluffing his way out of it.

First though he would have to draw his knife. Use it as his primary weapon until he saw an opening. Protect the hero until back up arrived. If they arrived.

Angry red eyes met his green ones as the man snarled, "You're helping false heroes. For that you shall pay with your life."

With that the killer lunged at him and Izuku hastily blocked the strike. Learning to use a knife had been through trial and error. He rarely drew it for he used stealth to sneak up on criminals. No matter what anyone said practice was not like an actual fight.

Sparks danced as their knives clashed Izuku being careful to dodge strikes he couldnt block. He needed to keep the villain here while avoiding getting stabbed at the same time. Easier said than done every time he reached out to grab at exposed skin he was nearly stabbed.

Izuku couldnt move far from his position either. If he did that would give Stain the chance to end the hero. Currently he was the only shield between a murderer and his prey.

Where were those damn heroes?! Were they ignoring an emergency distress signal? Even if they were Kavar would have sent a message into his group chat with Tsukauchi and Eraserhead.

They would come... right? Self doubt filled him even as he blocked another strike by Stain. No bad Izuku! Dont let the thoughts get to you. There are those relying on you.

Izuku tried to lunge forward and grab at the man's wrist. Instead he was hit in the head with the hilt of the killer's knife. As he went down he grabbed the man's ankle with his ungloved hand.

A second later a sword found itself in his shoulder pinning him to the ground. It was all he could do to keep from crying out in pain.

Stain said condescending, "You're a good vigilante. However getting in my way of killing a false hero is unforgivable and now you both pay the price. Maybe you will learn from this I'm your next life."

Izuku said though clenched, "That's where your wrong, Stain. You are the first person to see my quirk."

"Your quirk? How would that help you here?"

Izuku bluffed easily, "My quirk is Luck, I can steal the good luck of anyone I touch," Stain looked down as where Izuku had him by the ankle, "If you want to risk dying sure you could kill me. But how do you know your good luck will return? As long as I have physical contact with you I am draining your good luck. You move without any and you die."

Stain growled, "How do I know your not lying?"

"Do you want to take the chance of moving and dying?"

Nothing would happen until he moved. Izuku could hold on for an hour and nothing would happen. Stain wouldnt be able to regain good luck until Izuku let go. Izuku wouldnt be able to let go until the villain's quirk wore off. If Stain moved between now and then he would almost certainly die.

Izuku however caught the distinct movement in his clothes. It was a very tugging as if someone was trying to get his attention. He didn't need to look around to know who it was. Back up it seemed had arrived in the form of the Number 4 hero.

A voice ordered from behind Stain, "Hero Killer Stain, release the heroes from the blade."

Stain did take Izuku's warning to heart and did not turn to face the hero. Izuku said to the hero, "Jeanist don't move him! My quirk is activated. Get the injured hero out of here."

There was a growl from the Hero Killer but he stayed still. Izuku felt a part of him twitched. So he was coming out of the quirk. Did that mean that the hero behind him get free?

From the corner of his eye he saw Jeanist moving around out of reach of Stain. Then suddenly everything about the Hero Killer went still. It was as if he was petrified by his own quirk. Or more likely Jeanist tightened the fibers of his clothes to make it impossible for the man to move.

There were soft words to the injured hero. Izuku was getting his body back under his control. From his position he couldnt pull the sword from his shoulder.

A gentle hand touched his good shoulder and stiffly Izuku turned to face the blond hero. Light green eyes clashed against emerald green. Izuku felt like he should know that gaze from more than just videos.

Jeanist said placing a hand on the sword, "I'm going to remove the sword so we can get you to a hospital. Other heroes and an ambulance is on the way."

Izuku grit his teeth as the blade was removed. Once he was free of it he threw himself away from the hero, eyeing the other warily.

"No hospitals," he growled.

"You need treatment, argued back Jeanist and Izuku felt the threads try and tighten around him.

However they failed in what would appear to be incompatible threads versus Fiber Master. Only Izuku, Stain, and the hero he saved would know the truth. Good luck had stepped in to keep him from getting caught. No doubt also having played a role in Jeanist arriving before Stain could decide to kill him and take his chances with the quirk.

As he escaped Izuku called out, "Dont move Stain for 15 minutes. My quirk has to wear off on its own!"

With that he was gone into the night trying to make it back to Kavar's before he passed out from blood loss. It was only as an afterthought that he remembered to turn off his emergency beacon. He never made it Kavar's the blood loss making him lose his way until he passed out in an alley on the wrong side of town. The last thing he remembered was a boy with purple hair that defied gravity trying to talk to him. Then nothing.

Shinsou's POV

He barely was able to catch the boy in black clothing before he hit the ground. It took Hitoshi several seconds to process the sticky feeling on his hands. Blood. This kid was bleeding an extraordinary amount.

A hood and cowl covered his face which meant whatever he was doing wasnt legal. If Hitoshi had to guess he was probably the vigilante that he heard Uncle Shouta talking about. No one knew much about them since they mainly did work as a hacker only taking to the streets once a month.

Glancing around he realized that this wasnt the place to try and figure out how badly the boy was injured. Either he could take him home or call Uncle Shouta. It only took him a few seconds to decide against the latter idea. His uncle would try to put the vigilante in jail. Then he would never know the answer to the question he so desperately wanted to hear.

So sneaking him into the apartment where Pops was sleeping was his best chance. It wasnt like Pops would hear them. He never wore his hearing aids to bed. If he did there was no way he would be able to sneak out almost every night.

It took some effort but Hitoshi was able to maneuver the vigilante onto his back. He was surprised at how little the other weighed. With his training under his uncle he had no trouble carrying them to his apartment.

Once inside he locked the door and took the vigilante to his room. From there he briefly left him to get the medkit. Removing the jacket and cowl was easy but the undershirt had to be cut away. A pang of fear went through him at the sight.

The wound wasn't large but it wasnt a clean cut. His guess was that it was made by a serrated weapon. Hitoshi put it together a moment later. The vigilante had gone after the Hero Killer and barely survived. He knew that Stain was in town. Hell everybody who was old enough to understand knew.

Carefully he evened out the entrance and exit wounds before carefully stitching them. He didnt know if there was muscle damage but even if there was it would be beyond his skill to treat. Once the stitches were done he applied a significant amount of antibiotic ointment to the wound. Then he wrapped it with fresh bandages.

Hitoshi winced when he rolled the vigilante over. His sheets were soaked in blood. That was going to be difficult to hide from Pops.