Quirked Shard

BNHA Crossover

Aizawa Shouta AKA Eraserhead yawned. It was 3 a.m. Just two more hours and his patrol is over. He got to arrest two skinheads who thought they can make quick buck by raiding a particularly successful toy store after hacking the camera. He also got to prevent a kidnapping attempt by knocking out the kidnapper and drag his sorry ass to nearby police stations.

Just two more hours and he can sleep.

A rustles of clothes and almost inaudible footsteps caught his attention. When he turned around, he saw flicker of something red just behind that alley.

Ugh. Another villain? Troublesome.

Sighing, Aizawa readied his capture weapon, and proceeds to stalk the "villain".

It was to his great surprise and grief to find the "villain" was in fact, a boy. Clothed in subdued red buttoned up overcoat with bell sleeves and black form fitting pants and dark brown shoes with red laces. It was hard to see his feature, mostly because he was wearing a Ninja Mask and his eyes were partially covered by his bangs. All Aizawa can make was that he was somewhere between fourteen and fifteen, and has mousy brown hair.

...suddenly the odds the boy was a villain dropped. Maybe a vigilante? Still troublesome as Vigilante's existence was going against the law.

Aizawa trailed the boy deeper into shadier part of Musutafu. Place where hygene was a rare, precious thing, where the building was roughed up and there's several ones that violate any and all building safety code. Place where he can see several homeless huddled together to preserve warmth. He feels a bit lost and more than little ashamed because his patrol route barely skirt this place, yet the boy easily venture deeper, as if he had been there countless times.

The boy arrived to... calling it park would be quite a stretch, but it at least has decent greenery and slightly cleaner, even if the nearby sewer smelled so foul Aizawa nearly gagged.

The boy approach a teen with badly scarred body.

"Shaper?" Aizawa heard the teen said. The boy nodded. Ah, so he was called Shaper. Shaper of what exactly? Does it refers to his quirk or his job or both?

"Dabi, I presume?" Shaper asked. "Why did you choose this place? It was... a little open for my likings."

"My Quirk is volative." The scarred teenager grumbles and pointed at his scar. Aizawa flinched at the implication, and based on Shaper's body language, he do as well.

"That's untreated Fourth Degree Burn scar..." Said Shaper, horrified. "And I can see ones that over five years old! Your Quirk is that dangerous?!"

Dabi nodded. "That's why I look like this. I heard you can fix it."

"Yeah... gimme a minute. You might want to strip. Easier that way."

Fix... it? Was it what he think it is?!

Aizawa's eyebrows shot up to his hairline when Shaper touched Dabi's hand, something miraculous and almost impossible happens.

The staples that hold the skin coming off, followed by Dabi's burned skin and flesh peeled off from the body with sickening noise, leaving the flesh and nerves and bones bare for the world to see, yet the teen doesn't show slightest hint of discomfort. There's no blood either. Then new flesh and skin grow. Quickly filling up the "holes" until all that left was flawless, healthy body with no scar, if bit skinny. Dabi stared at his body in awe.

"They weren't exaggerating." He breathed. "You are miracle worker."

"No." Denied Shaper. "I am not. I have morals, and there's something I just can't do. I have my limitations, after all." He said. "Though at least I can make your body more durable and heat resistant. Next time you use your Quirk, you won't be as badly burned."

"Got it." Dabi nodded and quickly put back his clothes. He rumaging through his pocket and pul out several bills, but Shaper stopped him.

"No. That's your meal." He said. "The reasons why I told my patients to bring money is so they can buy food. You lots tends to be hungry, if not starved."

The once scarred teenager nodded. "Ah, no wonder." As if to hammered the fact down, his stomach grumbles. "Well... at least now I can enter restaurant without getting kicked out. I swear some of these money grubbing bastards were..." he grumbles unpleasant think under his breath.

Shaper laughed. "Well, I wish you luck."

The two parted ways, and Shaper took different route.

Aizawa was hot on his heel.

They barely walk for ten minutes when Shaper rumaging through his coat pocket and pulled a small vial filled with a kind of liquid. He seems to do something, with he pull down his mask and...

"!"

...he threw it at Aizawa. The content splattered across the Pro-Hero's face. Some he accidentally inhales. Aizawa didn't have time to react, mostly because his body suddenly feels weak and his vision blurred, like someone had drugged him.

"Ah. Eraserhead. I apologize."

Groaning, Aizawa blinked at Shaper, who had approach him. The fact his mask was off doesn't matter. Aizawa's vision was blur enough he can't see anything clearly.

"You... what did you do?"

"Don't worry. It was harmless." The boy replied. He proceeds to drag Aizawa to somewhere. "You shouldn't follows me. Your patrol route doesn't reach this far, after all."

"Gotta... rectify that..." Slurred Aizawa. Internally he cursed. What kind of dug Shaper thrown at him?! His mind feel numb and he can feel his brain to mouth filter eroding! "Why... you aren't... joining UA...? You could've... become good hero..."

Shaper smiled sadly... or so Aizawa thought. "I can't." He said. "Sorry Eraserhead. I want to help people, but I don't think Hero is the right profession for it. After all..."

"...most heroes nowadays rarely truly cares at small people, don't they?"

"Bwuh?"

Aizawa's consciousness continue to erode. It was by sheer willpower alone he still awake.

"...try to dressed up as homeless, go to Sakurakami Orphaage. You would understand." What... was that suppose to mean? "Not all hero wear capes, and not all Pro-Heroes deserved the title. Be grateful you are quite respected, otherwise I won't be this lenient."

Shaper pulled him to a cheap motel and put several wads on the receptionist desk. The lady on the desk didn't even bat an eye. She just handed him a key.

Shaper pulled him to a room on second floor. Aizawa suspect if he was a little bit more aware, he would be wincing from pain. Once inside the room, Shaper put him on the bed and pulled the cover.

"Night, Eraserhead."

Next time Aizawa open his eyes, it was noon already. His phone was still on his person, as do his wallet and key to his apartment. All his belongings stay where they should be. Oh. He also has several unanswered calls and unreaded messages.

He think back on last night. It took him half an hour to remember what happened up till point how he got here in first place. First thing he do was to call Nezu.

"Call the Polices and Pro-heroes. Arrange a meeting. I have urgent information."

~X~

"You should've put stronger drug." A female voice chided.

Shaper winced. "I'm sorry, Shishou." He said. "But I honestly like Eraserhead and... if there's a Pro-hero I can trust, it was him."

The woman sighed. Even her bug-themed mask doesn't manage to hide her exasperation. "Well... I can't blame you." She said. "At least that guy does patrol on area where CCTV doesn't exist, even if only skirt at dark side of Musutafu. And he didn't cause colateral damage... unlike certain Flame Garbage we know." She scowled and rubbed her side.

Had it was not for Shaper, she would have been crippled years ago. Honestly, what the odds she found someone who has that particular superpower?

"Speak of Flame... I think Dabi related to him." Shaper pulled out a vial containing two hair strands. "I mean... we have video of his Quirk, right? It was unusually similar. If I can get his hair, we can do DNA test."

The woman poked him on forehead. Inciting small "ouch!".

"Now now. One step at a time." She said. "You have made big waves. Right now the pro-heroes were gathering up to discuss about you. Don't escalate... at least not right now... or within a week if you can." Unlike her, who doesn't know when to stop escalate. "Go get sleep. You deserve some rest."

Shaper nodded and went to his room.

Once there, he took off his coat, revealing a turtleneck shirt and armor he wore underneath. He pull off the armor, then the belt, then the arms guard. Next is he kicked off the shoes and replace his pants with casual shorts.

He wiped off powder from his face, revealing a diamond-patterned freckles on each cheek, just below the eyes. Lastly, he tugged off the wig, showing off his fluffy messy forest green hair.

Midoriya Izuku promptly collapse on the bed. Snoozing peacefully.

TBC

Author Note: Try to guess which fandom crossover-ed with ;)