"Nemuri Kayama. Hero name: Midnight. Age: 32. Quirk: Somnambulist. Currently resides in Hosu. Allies: Eraserhead and Present Mic."

As the new dean of student conduct continued, Midnight was sweating. She knew she was screwed.

She knew the figure in front of her well. She heard stories from several heroes and villains about a vigilante that preyed on pedophiles, offenders, and worse. She also received warnings that if she didn't stop her behaviour she might be facing the "benevolent vigilante" in due time.

He cleared his throat, grabbing his attention. "Nemuri. when you sat on that chair, did you feel anything?"

The pro hero looked surprised. "No, no I didn't." Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

The vigilante grinned evilly. "No reason, it's just that the next thirty minutes is going to be fun." His eyes made contact with hers, making her shudder involuntarily.

She immediately stood, now feeling something warm in her circulate. Eyes wide, she grabbed at her hero coustume. No gas escaped from her skin. "W-what did you do to me?!"

Izuku smirked. "Oh you know, pricked a needle with a formula that may or may not have shut your powers off temporarily. For the next half an hour you will be exactly like me: quirkless." Her expression transferred from angry to terrified.

Izuku chuckled. "I placed a needle on the inside of the seat cushion, and when you placed your arm on the arm of the chair, the needle pricked you, allowing the formula into your blood stream."

Nemuri was shaking. She didn't look terrified, she was. A finger pointed at the vigilante. "I-is that e-even legal?"

Izuku nodded. "It was legalized by the Musutafu, Hosu, and Tokyo police departments. Since I don't have a quirk of my own, why not level the playing field? It's only temporary. You'll be back to normal soon."

Nemuri could only stare in terror. This kid. He's a madman! Does he know how many organizations would kill him for such a formula?

Izuku clapped his hands once, grabbing her attention. "So, with formalities out of the way, let's talk about you."

He didn't get to finish, since she broke through the door, and ran.

He sighed in disappointment. Grabbing throwing stars, a pistol, and capture pellots, he shook his head. "Why do they always make this so difficult?"

He walked through the broken door and calmly followed the pro hero.


Nemuri panted, eyes darting back and forth. She had to get out of here, if not that...that monster would corner her. She knew she'd pay for her actions, just not so soon!

The loudspeakers tore through the silent vicinity of the school.

"Attention students and Teachers. Please stay in your classrooms and continue your sessions. Ir don't. I will be live streaming what's going on right now and sending links to your teachers. As for Midnight, Good luck!" The voice of the loudspeakers was none other than the principal himself. He sounded more amused than anything.

Nemuri knew she would not have help at this point. She continued sprinting, almost reaching the exit of the building.

Almost there! Just a little bit more...And to her dissatisfaction, metal bars shot in front of the doors, blocking her only way out.

Midnight grabbed onto the gate, attempting to shake it loose, but the bars wouldn't budge. She cursed the security measures. Only to see a throwing star land in the wall next to her.

Mortified, she turned, and regretted being born.

Quirkless stood in front of her, and he did not look happy. A gun was resting in its holster, and throwing stars were in his hands. It was at this moment, that she knew that she wasn't making it out without a fight.


{Class 1-A}

After hearing the announcement, Aizawa logged into a laptop completely surprised. He had a feeling who was behind all of this. He initially didn't want to waste his time watching a live stream, but he did warn Nemuri that her actions would be paid with consequences soon.

The students all looked at each other in confusion. What exactly was going on?

Before anyone could speak, the live stream was projected, showing onto a wall next to Aizawa. What each of the students saw shook them to their core.

The new dean of students was tracking down the rated R hero, and was fighting her. To their surprise, she looked utterly terrified, which was unusual for the usually confident woman.

Electing to just watch the footage, none of them noticed Aizawa pull out a shot glass and some booze. He needed this.

{Class 1-B}

Vlad King watched in amusement as his coworker was destroyed. He laughed here and there, and watched as his kids look on with fascination.

He cleared his throat. "Class, pay attention. The new dean of student conduct is only fourteen years old." Every student looked at him in shock.

He continued. "He has been trained to take out any opponent, so do not take this livestream lightly." He sat at his desk and continued watching.

The students were in awe. They couldn't believe that this kid was able to make one of their best teachers run like a frightened child.

{Nezu's office}

Nezu chuckled as he watched Nemuri scramble around like a mouse in a maze. He could definitely relate, and was actually impressed that a teenager was able to scare a teacher like this.

"Let us see what you do, Midorya. Will you injure her like you did Mineta? Or will you let her go?"

He finished his train of thoughts and silently watched the footage.

{With Midnight and Izuku}

Midnight ran into the fifth dead end. She was shaking. There was no way she was going to attack this guy! When she tried he weaved out of the way and slammed his foot into her gut! To Midnight, the best course of action was to run, and hopefully gain her quirk back.

"Nemuri."

She froze, the sound of her nightmare right behind her.

She turned, and watched as the vigilante stood, completely relaxed.

She shook when he spoke, completely in control of the situation.

"Let me ask you a question." Izuku spoke with no amusement at all.

She didn't answer, yet that was all the answer he needed to press on.

"What is my job description?"

She froze, more terrified than before. Never had she thought he'd ask her something obvious.

She couldn't even meet his eyes. She knew what was coming and was completely unprepared for it.

"Nemuri." She looked at him, silent.

"ANSWER ME, MIDNIGHT!"

She stood, rigid. In a low, timid tone of voice, she responded. "You take in predators and pedophiles, on top of rapists and abductors."

He nodded, walking forward. "That is correct, I'm glad youve heard of me. Now," He had reached her cupping one hand under her chin.

Midnight didn't know what to do, there this boy was, in front of her, and he wasn't at all looking at her body. This was completely foreign to her, since no man could resist looking at her.

She finally mustered the will to speak.

"Izuku, I-"

POW

She fell to her knees, gasping for air. She hadn't expected the hit. Her eyes looked into his, and what she saw shook her to her core.

There was absolutely no remorse in the boy whatsoever.

She stayed silent as he spoke. Dropping, he let her head go. She listened intently to what he had to say.

"Midnight. You know what I do. You know what I can't stand. You should probably know this about me." He turned his head to meet hers. "I absolutely despise you."

Walking a small distance away, he pressed on. "You dress in scandalous clothes to turn children on, you flirt with them, and your body language is despicable. Don't even get me started on what you say around the minors. It pains me to watch you do your job."

As she looked down, she felt shame, but not for her actions. To her, the way she moves, what she says, the way she dresses, these were her trademarks. How DARE he tell her how to dress, how to act!

She shot her head up, rage in her eyes. "Me? you're disgusted about me? How DARE you tell me how to act and dress when you're just a criminal doing whatever he wants!"

Izuku was silent for a minute. He hummed, thinking his response over. When he did speak, his tone was so sharp it could cut brick.

"Yes, yes. I agree I shouldn't be telling you how to act and dress. That's true."

He saw her physically relax. "However," She stiffened.

He rushed her, slamming his fists against her torso, knocking her back.

She looked up, and no longer saw a teenager. He became worse than her nightmares.

Izuku proceeded to slam a foot to her right kneecap, forcing her to cry out. "MIDNIGHT. THESE ARE MINORS. THEY ARE CHILDREN. YOU'RE TRYING TO JUSTIFY ENTICING CHILDREN? YOU TRY TO CRITICIZE WHAT I DO WHEN YOU'RE MORE A CRIMINAL THAN I AM? "

She winced, the words stinging more than the blow to her kneecap.

He didn't bother to let her speak. This time, his voiced was laced with toxin, and disgust. "If this institution were a university, you would be off the hook. However, you have more than one legal offense for child prostitution and child molestation at THIS SCHOOL. How the literal HELL are they allowing you to teach here?!"

Before she could answer, she felt several bones crunch, all in various places.

Izuku had slammed his feet on her hip, arms, and legs. He punched her jaw, feeling a satisfied crunch under his fists. She cried out in pain, which was music to his ears.

He knew fully well that the fight was being livestreamed at the moment, so he finished up, as the thirty minutes almost came to a close.

Turning his line of sight to the injured and crying Midnight, he spoke one last time.

"Nemuri. As you have heard, I am a benevolent vigilante. I believe in mercy."

She turned to him, hope visible in her eyes.

"Except for you."

All hope instantly vanished, replaced by dread. She shook her head and tried to beg for mercy, which was not given.

Izuku, looking at a once proud hero, could only watch in disappointment as she resorted to begging. He would show her and the delinquents of the school that he was not going to be trifled with, even though he was only a teenager.

Smiling at the begging hero, she watched, shocked at he spoke to her.

"Of course I'm going to be merciful on you just once. She looked relieved. "Under a few conditions."

She nodded. "Anything, Quirkless."

He smiled. "Condition One. You immediately stop what you're doing to the students. It wouldn't do to have you fired and leaving the students with one less instructor.

"Condition Two: you apologize to every student you've molested, teased, and worse.

"Condition three: you call me sir, starting now. I hate seeing someone I despise call me by name."

She cried, happy she wasn't being sent to prison for her misdeeds. She grabbed onto Izuku's pant leg and nodded ferverently. "Yes sir! Thank you sir! Thank you for your mercy!!!"

She was cut off by a hand chop to the neck, knocking her out cold.

Turning to the cameras, he dropped Midnight's body to floor. He didn't kill her, she would just be sore for a week. He cleared his throat.

"Students of UA high school! My name is Quirkless. I am a vigilante working with the police department. If any of you bullies another student, or does exactly what Minoru Mineta does, you will be punished similarly to Midnight here. You have been warned." He turned, walking away from the unconscious body of the once proud instructor.


{1-A}

The students were shocked to their cores after witnessing what happened to the pro hero. Even Aizawa was stunned.They watched a hero with fifteen years of experience fighting enemies, psychologically and physically taken down by a kid.

Aizawa could not stop thinking about the sheer look of terror plastered on Nemuri's face through the whole ordeal. He knew that in terms of fighting skills, he was either at the same level or under the level of talent and skill Izuku retained.

The boy was still growing as well.

Aizawa sighed. He knew Hizashi and he would check up on their defeated friend after class. Or right now. Now was probably a good time.

Shooting a text to Hizashi, he turned to the class.

"Class, I am going to be out for the rest of the period. Stay here and use this time for studying. Or not. I don't care. Just stay in this room until your next class." He closed the door behind him, rushing to the infirmary.

No one spoke, for a long time. Everyone just looked at each other, daring the others to say something, anything.

Sero was the one to break the silence. He looked at Bakugo, hands shaking. "Hey Katsuki, you knew him before right?"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, a scoff tempting to escape. "Yeah, what the fuck does it matter?"

"Did he ever act like that when you were kids? Like, was he ever that...thorough...when fighting?"

Bakugo paused, looking thoughtful for a minute. Answering, regret filled his voice. "When we were kids, Dek-Izuku was the one receiving the punches. Severely. By me."

Everyone went rigid. Is he saying what they thought he was saying?

Bakugo continued. "Every day, I would bully him, burn him, hurt him, to make him feel inferior to me, all because he didn't have a damned quirk. I just had to feel like I was better. He probably feels like he's superior to me now, and I won't le-!"

He was cut off by a slap. A hard backhand. Dealt by Jirou. She glared at him, sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn't really talked to her that often, mostly because he hadn't felt Kirkuk she was worthy of his time.

He was pissed. "What the hell Aux cord!"

He was silenced by her hard gaze. "You know what, Bakugo? You bully him, you made him feel weaker than yourself, when you're the weak one?! Now you're saying that you won't let him be better than you? Did you not SEE what just happened to Midnight, a fucking pro? She got her ass handed to her!"

She wouldn't let him continue. "Bakugo. You better take a long, hard look at yourself in the mirror. You're so full of yourself that there would be two reflections looking at you." She huffed and walked back to her seat.

Bakugo was shocked silent. Only to mutter something that made everyone freeze.

"I thought he died in a car accident years ago."

Jirou whipped her head in the silent boy's direction, terror in her eyes, her voice a mere whisper. "W-what?"

Bakugo glanced at her, anger abandoned, only replaced by shame. "I remember one day I told him that he should die and his mom wouldn't be so shameful of his quirkless self. The next day, I found out that he and his mother were gone."

Tears began to stream out of his eyes.

"I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if it was my fault. I was so cruel to him. I wish there was a way to have the old him back. The him that asked me if I was ok if I fell. I just-." He stood up and began to walk to the door.

Jirou stopped him. "Yet your head is so far up your ass, that you still believe you're better than him, even after all this remorse appears. Bakugo, I'm not going to sympathize with you. I believe you deserve this regret and remorse. Just don't take it out on us." The other students nodded, in agreement with what she said.

Bakugo, didn't answer her. What could he say to ever counter that? He silently opened the door and walked out. He had a lot to think about.

The students left in 1-A looked at the direction the ashen blonde left in. Each of them had much to think about when it came to the new dean of student conduct/counselor.