Izuku's POV

A frown marred his face as he unscrewed the side of a thrown away monitor. The screws went into a makeshift pouch on his belt. Once the back was off he removed the bulb and started cutting wires. While he didnt need them now there was a chance he would need the wires later down the road.

Izuku continued about his scavenging under the afternoon sun. It wasnt warm by any means but he kept moving so he wasnt cold either. Searching the trash piles had become something of a weekly routine. Despite there being two kids living in it people still dumped new stuff. Some of it was useful but most of it wasnt or had to be taken apart to be made useful.

For his part Izuku only need a few more things to finish the communicators and emergency beacons he was building. Patrols were dangerous especially without a sure fire way to communicate. Phones were only useful if they could pull them out. Otherwise they were about as effective as yelling across the city at each other.

Izuku tugged at a piece of computer hardware. It was came right up to his hip but if he could just get the right grip he could pull it out. Digging it out from under the trash heap would take too much time.

An unfamiliar hand grabbed the hardware and tugged along with him. With their combined strength it came out from under the heap. Izuku watched the trash heap warily as it swayed. To his relief it did not collapse or tumble over.

Turning to face his helper he barely kept the surprise and shock off his face. There stood Eraserhead in his usual patrol clothes. His capture scarf was wrapped loosely around his neck.

Izuku thankfully was not in his usual outfit. Instead he was wearing sweats with the sleeves rolled up to provide better mobility. The downside to it was that two of his three tattoos were on display. No matter what time period he was in 11 year olds should not have tattoos.

Stepping back Izuku took a light defensive stance. He wouldnt attack. Not until he knew what the hero wanted from him. Given the time of day it could be he was just out and about. Then again he didnt believe in coincidence.

Izuku questioned warily, "What can I do for you, mister? This isn't a place most people frequent."

The hero replied looking down at him with faint amusement, "I could ask you the same thing. It's a school day and here you are scavenging about in a trash heap."

Dark eyes glanced at his arms. If it was possible they became even darker at the sight of his tattoos. Hesitantly he rolled down his sleeves. Eraser's eyes followed the movement narrowing with thought.

"I do online school," lied Izuku through his teeth to take the hero's attention away from his arms, "I'm so far ahead of my peers my mom thought I would do better online."

Away from the bullying was left unsaid though he wasnt quite sure Eraser caught it. While the hero was smart he didnt know anything about Izuku. It would make it that much harder for the man to figure out why he didnt go to actual school.

It wasnt that Izuku really needed to. He already tested out of middle school. A test he made a 100% thanks to having all of his memories. Kavar went to the library during to day to take free online classes. No doubt he would test out sometime next year.

Eraser pushed, "Your parents dont care that you are out here alone? You are what eight or nine? A kid like you shouldn't be messing with pile of trash. You dont know what you might come across. It could be dangerous."

"He's not alone," came Kavar's cheery voice from above them.

Both Izuku and Eraser turned and looked up to see the other on top of a trash pile. Unsurprisingly the other hand a huge shit eating grin on his face. There was a twitch of annoyance from Eraser. It seemed he was there for more than what he said. Not that it surprised Izuku.

Izuku turned his head to the side as he said, "Our parents dont mind us being out without their supervision as long as we are together. We're 11 almost 12 after all. We dont need someone to watch us all the time," to Kavar he asked, "Find anything of interest."

Kavar dropped onto the sand before them and held out a few items. Izuku examined them with interest. One was the chip they had been looking for. From what he could see it was not degraded from being on the beach for too long. It should suit their needs perfectly.

The next were a set of wires that would fit in comms. It seemed his friend had better luck at finding their items than he had. They had what they needed for comms now.

Eraser questioned reminding them of his presence, "What are the two of you doing? It seems a little odd that you would be stripping trash of its components."

"Not everything thrown away is trash," quipped playfully back Izuku, "With the right mind anything can be used."

"Just don't blow up the testing room again," said Kavar with a grin.

"That was one time!"

"Yesterday it was one time," quipped Kavar, "The day before that it was four times before you realized that you didnt have the right wires."

Eraser pinched the bridge of his nose as he drawled, "You two are going to give me a headache. How much longer will you be out here? I can escort you both home."

The two pre teens exchanged a glance and Izuku nodded. The lesser experienced boy put himself angled towards one of the trash piles. For his part Izuku moved so that he was on the balls of his feet. Ready to run or fight depending on what the hero tried.

Izuku questioned his voice no longer playful, "What do you want with us? Why should we tell you anything or allow you to escort us home?"

While he may know that Eraser was a hero the world as a whole didnt. To show his hand could very well end in disaster for him. Instead he would play stupid and hope that the hero would leave him be.

Both boys flinched back when Eraser's hand went to his pocket. Did he figure out they were vigilantes? Was he going to attack them to try and bring them into the station?

To his surprise Eraser pulled out his wallet, followed by a card. When he took it Izuku noted it was the man's hero license. Odd that the man would think to show them his hero license rather than just claiming to be a hero.

Then again... Izuku looked over the hero critically. Most people, civilian or otherwise would assume this man was a hobo. Proving that he was a hero rather than just saying it did make sense.

Izuku questioned as if he didnt already know, "You're a hero? Eraserhead... your an underground hero!"

"You know me? That's odd," commented the man.

Kavar rolled his eyes as he said, "That's Izuku for you. Hes always been a hero fanboy."

Izuku growled underneath his breath. Once upon a time that had been true but it hadn't been for a long time. Izuku doubted he would ever have that same kind of attitude towards heroes again. He had been failed by the system too many times without even realizing.

Kavar's death in the original timeline had been what started his spiral. Hunting the Jackal made him realize their world wasnt in black and white. Medusa had been a dark time and an even darker mindset.

7 men trained to kill working alongside each other. Seven quirkless brought together by CIRO. Izuku had led them through hell. While the world continued to celebrate a time of peace. They hunted the most fearsome killers for hire the world had ever known. Every killer they brought down took them one step closer to their goal.

He had to remind himself that he was now a vigilante. The Medusans were scattered all over the world now. None of them remembered what they done together. The chance of bringing them all together again would be a miracle.

Kavar questioned softly, "Izuku are you okay?"

Izuku snapped back to himself and replied, "I'm sorry, Kavar. I'm fine."

There was a soft snort of disbelief from the hero as he said, "I dont believe that for a minute. Mr?"

Izuku and Kavar glanced at each other in disbelief. The hero was fishing for information. He was trying to find out their last names so that he could run their names. Smart but ultimately useless as neither Izuku nor Kavar were dumb enough to give their last names.

Instead Izuku faked a happy smile as he said, "You can just call me Izuku, Mr. Eraserhead."

There was a slight barely noticeable huff of annoyance from the hero. Before he could say anything else however his phone went off. The two vigilantes watched as he took the call and then had to leave. Izuku noted that they should make their comings and goings from their home less obvious. Otherwise next time that Eraser tried to drop in he might find out more than they wanted him to. For now however he needed to strip the hardware. Then they could return home.

Aizawa's POV

It was official. He hated the new vigilantes that popped up in Musutafu. They were intentionally driving Shouta up a wall. He just knew that they were doing it on purpose.

That night alone between the two 27 criminals had been apprehended. 27 and he had not seen them once. By the time he arrived the vigilantes were long gone. If the comms were anything to go by Fatgum and Ingenium weren't fairing any better.

How was it that three Pro Heroes could not catch two kids? Kids should not have been able to avoid them in such a way. To Shouta it seemed as if someone was training them. A small part of him suspected another vigilante watching from the shadows. He wanted it to be that way rather than the alternative. The alternative being that the two had something happen to them that forced them to become good.

It didnt help that Shouta's mind was not on the task at hand. Instead it was on the two children he had met at the beach. He had been searching for possible leads of the vigilante duo.

Kavar and Izukuz, young children not even teenagers yet. It was hard to guess their exact age but he figured they were between 9 and 12. Honestly he was surprised at how little information he was able to garner from them.

Both boys were dirty from their time at the beach. They seemed thin but he decided to hold off judgment for the moment. It could be hard times at home and he didnt want to jump to the wrong conclusion. Even if his gut told him that there was more to it.

It was due to his gut that he and Tsukauchi were scanning police files now. Even without last names they still had a general description and a shortened age group for the two kids. It didnt take long to find them both on the official police registry. The first to come up was Izuku, the picture in his file recent. This allowed him to make a quick positive id.

Name: Izuku Midoriya

Age: 11

Parents: Inko and Hisashi Midoriya. Lives with mother. Father in America for work (confirmed).

Quirk: Not available. Quirkless

School: Alderra Middle School 1st year. Recently graduated.

Izuku Midoriya huh? There wasnt much in his file beyond that. A few instances when he was younger with the police being called to his home. Nothing ever came from it though.

The next one was Kavar's and that had a little more meat to it. Not that it was a good thing in this instance.

Name: Kavar Karasu

Age: 11

Parents: Arianna and Darren Mason. Originally from the United States emigrated 20 years ago for work.

Quirk: Calm. Physical contact allows them to take the emotions of anyone. This gives them a state of calm.

School: Alderra Middle School 1st year. Moved to online school.

Mason's file was significantly larger than Midoriya's. Reports of possible abuse dated back to the child's fourth birthday. There were a few reports from social workers that never amounted to anything. Lack of evidence was what they had said but he knew the truth. A weak quirk so they looked the other way.

Shouta found quirk discrimination everywhere he looked in both files. It made sense why the two boys were so wary of him. They had been taught by experience not to trust adults.

Nothing in either file would indicate that the boys were their vigilantes. Living in the same area with bad home lives wasnt enough to go on. For now he would try to get more information from them. There was no doubt in his mind they spent a lot of time at that beach. Meeting their would at least make it seem like he was on their turf.