A/N: Here! Have more Vigilante!Mama!

(Throws Inko at you)

Greener Grass

Chapter One

First Meeting

It's a funny thing, Inko muses as she stands on a rooftop at two in the morning, being a Vigilante. In school and on TV, Vigilantes are always called the Gateway State, or the Fine Line. To be a Vigilante is to be an Illegal Hero, or an Unlikely Villain. One step too far over that line and Bam! You were irrevocably changed.

But, in reality, Inko was finding Vigilantism to be... Kind of fun, but also not that big of a deal? She was just doing the same thing she had always done as a kid, protecting others from bullies, helping her neighborhood, doing chores for and smiling at the elderly people around her who needed her help. Sure, a lot of this was done in the dead of night, in disguise, with her Quirk, and very, very carefully, but... It wasn't any different than the way she'd been raised.

"If you see someone committing a crime, report them!" said the policemen, and she did, making sure that the criminals couldn't escape before they arrived.

"If you see a child being hurt, protect them!" said the adults, and she did, making sure the one that hurt them wouldn't get away to do it again.

"If you can do something good, do it!" Encouraged the teachers, and she did, smiling brightly as she helped her vulnerable fellow Shadows stay safe and happy.

Being Feather Touch was no different than being Midoriya Inko at the end of the day, just... Quieter, subtler, harder to catch a glimpse of. Because Midoriya Inko caught attention, the after-affect of her mother's Attraction Quirk lending her an aura and presence that just... Caught the eye of everyone around her. And not in the creepy-way, either, though there had been a few creeps when she first moved into the Shadow Zone (Mimi turned out to be fantastic for keeping them away). Instead, people saw her as bright, and young, and in need of protection which...

Well, it chafed, to be frank. It chafed that these people, complete strangers, looked at her and didn't see her as necessarily a thinking, living being but rather as some sort of priceless doll that needed a knight in shining armor and an impenetrable fortress to hide away in. She'd had more than one person use her pregnancy as an excuse to try and get her to "sit down and relax, dear". To "consider her condition!". To "not stress so much, it's bad for the baby, dear!".

...Inko had memorized every pre-natal, post-natal, and embryotic developmental book, journal, and website she could find. She knew damn well what was and what wasn't alright for her baby, thank you very much.

...She may be getting just a little bit frustrated with all of these 'helpful' people.

Just a little bit.

Anyways, Vigilantism. Her point about it was that, despite all the hype and negative connotations it was given, despite the emphasis on how 'wrong' and 'bad' it was, being a Vigilante... Wasn't, actually that bad. She was just... Helping out the neighborhood...

...Illegally...

And besides, if anything, the very fact that a Vigilante was actually needed should be the crime! Police response to the Shadow Zone was eighteen minutes before Feather Touch started working. Eighteen. Minutes. Now that there was a Vigilante that had caught the publics attention, however, the response time was down to ten minutes. Crime rates had dropped, too, the number of attacks going down from ninety-one percent to seventy-nine in just the single month she'd been 'working' there. And it wasn't like the criminals and even minor Villains had left, oh no, in fact, the actual, legitimate Villains had multiplied in the sudden power vacuum that was the Shadow Zone.

And here she was, standing on a rooftop, absently munching on a matcha-flavored mochi as the police did a drug-bust on a lab run by some minor Villain calling himself Toxicallo. Man, what would they have done without those anonymous tips and the actual video evidence that their tipper somehow managed to get of the wanted Villain and his crew?

To be completely honest, though, she'd gotten such a migraine from using Pull to hold that camera at the right angle to see into the building for an hour, ugh.

As she shifted her bag to pull out another mochi (her current craving), there was a sudden thump noise behind her, and Inko blinked, turning around to look.

Standing there, gold, avian eyes glinting like steel, was the Nocturnal Hero: Knight Owl. His steel, gold, and copper Hero costume, a set of metal armor made to mimic the image of a Great Horned Owl, was... Honestly pretty intimidating, all things considered, looming out of the dark at his staggering seven-foot-two height, his skin the same, dark tone as wet earth, and his dread-locks held back by metallic bands and feathers that doubled as throwing daggers.

Whelp, Inko thought, wide-eyed as she stared at him, at least I'm not in costume...

And then, completely shattering the impromptu, tense staring contest... Came a teenage boy wearing a neon red and orange Hero outfit that looked honestly like some long-eared cat of some sort. He was gasping for breath, hunched over after finally making it to the roof, breath wheezing out in little puffs of actual smoke, and, well, Inko just stared at him as he gasped.

"Sorry, sorry!" He choked out, wheezing, one hand to his chest and the other flailing about towards Knight Owl in what Inko was beginning to think might actually be some kind of seizure? "I'm here! What's happening?!" He straightened up, his head-gear shifting back, and Inko felt her brain just kind of... Stall.

The face grinning up at Knight Owl was... It was...

He has freckles, Inko thought blankly. Freckles and, and dimples, and curly red hair, and-

Inko Exe has stopped working.

"Hey, hey!" The boy (the cute boy oh god someone help her she needed a hero oh god) was suddenly in her face, green eyes (matcha-green eyes oh god) wide and worried as he gently reached out and touched her shoulder and-

(oh god I need a Hero but he is a Hero Oh God Why)

-and Inko squeaked, startled as he shook her slightly, and punched him in the nose.

There was a nasty sounding crunch, a pained yelp and, as the too cute baby Hero stumbled back, clutching his face, Inko felt her own face burn as her hands (one now stiff and aching-she'd jammed a finger) flew up to covered her mouth and nose, eyes wide with horror.

Behind the two, as Inko flailed and rapidly chanted her high-pitched, mortified apologies and the baby-Hero sputtered through his broken nose and flailed right back with his own apologies, Knight Owl let out a deep, long sigh.

With feeling.

A/N: Okay, I know its short, but OMFG that was the best place I could stop that XD XD XD XD XD Tell me what you think, and yes, red-and-orange cutie is Hisashi AKA Actual Cinnamon Roll 1.0 (Izuku is, of course, 2.0)