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There exists a place deep in the slums where heroes rarely venture and the law never does. In that place a lone girl lies, chained up and her spirit broken, fearing that she will never be reunited with her parents. In an adjacent room three thugs are lounging around, waiting expectantly for a phone call. For the ransom of their prisoner.
"Man, I can't believe it's taking so long for this brat's parents to give us the money. I'll be right back, I gotta piss." The kidnapper who spoke rose from his chair and made his way towards a door leading outside.
"You're not seriously going out there, are you?" Another kidnapper muttered while tightly squeezing a set of prayer beads balled up inside his fist.
The man departing for the restroom rolled his eyes before responding to his partner, "You can't seriously believe in those rumors about the, what is it called, Raidan or something?"
"Raiju, the Raiju. And yes I do, it's a vicious spirit sent to punish the wicked and the corrupt. That is why I have these ceremonial beads with me to protect myself." The superstitious man opened his palm to reveal the prayer beads he was clutching.
"Pfft, it's probably some rookie hero thinkin he's the next up and coming pro. Just give it another few days and he'll get his ass kicked and give up, just like aaalll the others." With that the man finally left his colleagues and made his way into the alley to relieve himself.
The man walked a short distance to ensure privacy for his bathroom break, all the while muttering to himself and scoffing at his colleague, "Haha what the hell kind of name is Raijiu?"
Once he finished shaking the snake he turned around to find a pair of glowing green eyes hiding behind a dark visor, staring right at him.
"You didn't wash your hands." The mysterious emerald eyed loner said.
The thug tried to take a swing at the crusader, unfortunately for him the masked man moved with such speed that the thug was struck in the jugular before he could finish his swing. The child snatcher clenched his throat in disbelief and fell to his knees.
He looked up at his opponent, who followed up his attack by slamming the crook's head against the brick wall, knocking him out cold.
The two men sitting around indoors were alerted by the sudden noise and jumped up, waiting in anticipation for the source of the noise to be revealed. The little girl being held hostage was wondering what the disturbance was about and pressed her ear against the door, hoping it would be her liberation.
Both of the remaining goons were focused on the door, waiting for further signs of an intruder or for their partner to come waltzing back in.
The door creaked open slightly, the sound of something rolling on the floor was heard. They looked down to see two small black marbles. They stood still unsure of what to make of it before they erupted into a giant blinding light with an accompanying loud bang.
They were afflicted with blurry vision and a constant ringing in their ears. They staggered around the small space, holding onto the nearby furniture for balance and trying to recover and gage what was happening amid the chaos.
"We gotta get out of here!" The one with the prayer beads pleaded to his partner, yelling from the top of his lungs due to his impaired hearing.
"N-not a chance, not as long we've got-" The man's voice was drowned out by a loud crackling noise.
The superstitious man's vision finally cleared and the first thing he saw was his partner slammed into the table with enough force to break it. To the left was the crusader responsible for all the mayhem, his body emanated a strange green electricity as he slowly walked up to the last grunt who couldn't help but fall to his knees in fear.
"R-R-Raiju..Raiju..R-Raiju…" Was the only thing that escaped his mouth, he gazed deep into the Raiju's piercing viridian eyes, to stunned with fear to do anything.
"Where is the girl?" Raiju spoke in a deep voice, the timid captor simply pointed to door that had several locks on it. Raiju came up the door, he clenched his fist as it began to turn into a bright green that hummed due the energy it possessed. The electric wielder smashed through the door and ripped it out like it was cardboard.
The little girl scurried to the wall, petrified of her saviour's scary demeanor. Raiju put his hands up, trying his best to calm the girl down and make her feel safe.
"Hey hey, it's alright. Don't be afraid, I'm right here now. My name is Deku and I'm here to take you home to your mom and dad, okay?" Deku gave her a soft smile and extended his hand slowly to rescue the little one. She hesitantly nodded before running up to the vigilante to return to her loving family.
Before leaving the girl's prison, Deku turned around to face the the only conscious member left.
"Before I leave I need you to answer one question for me."
The villain still remained on his knees and stared up at 'Raiju' with intense fear and a sense of bewilderment in his eyes. Deku grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up to his own eye level before asking. " Who is Giran and where can I find him?"
With another night of his vigilantism complete, Izuku Midoriya returned back to his home away from home. He tends to enter from the skylight so nobody can see him and today was no different. He lands in the upper part of the loft which only includes a single bed, a desk, and a small light source. Izuku removes his helmet with a sigh of relief and walks over to the edge of the railing which overlooks the rest of the building.
Mei was hard at work on the lower part of the loft, probably a making a new baby to contribute to Izuku's nightly exploits.
"Hey, I'm back." Izuku lazily called out while making his way down stairs, excited to see what Mei was working on. The equally eager inventor turned around and momentarily sprung up for joy to see that her partner in crime had returned safe from harm's way, thanks in part to her marvelous babies.
"Well if it isn't the big scary Raiju," Mei teased, removing her goggles.
"I think I'll prefer Deku if that's okay."
Izuku didn't really like the rumors that were going around him calling him the Raiju or the Lighting Demon, they made him sound like the villains he was trying to put away. I guess it's to be expected when you make the pro heros look bad at doing their job. Mei twirled in her chair and rolled over to Izuku, still filled with that overwhelming energy.
"So how's the new suit holding up for ya?" Mei asked, still in awe over the latest iteration of the suit.
It was a much better upgrade from the previous build, this one was lighter and more form fitting, which made for better maneuverability. The suits main color was still a forest green. Mei tried explaining that the suit was made out of some sort of kevlar polymer weave, she had made sure to made to add reinforcements on the joints and added extra protection on the chest to protect Izuku's "heart".
The gloves had to be made from the ground up as well since the old ones were toasted. The new and improved ones allowed for all sorts of tricks, for starters the gloves could activate an advanced adhesive that could allow him to stick to almost any surface and the gloves also contain a small taser he could fire to take out foes quietly.
Izuku also requested something extra for the gloves, a function what would allow him to use the power from the battery to create bolts of lighting from the palms of his hands and decimate anything in his way. The more power he applied the bigger the explosion, though Mei warned him adding too much power could cause a strain on the battery and thus his heart.
"It's amazing Hatsume, it really is some of your best work! I still can't believe that Aizawa sensei was able to give you the components needed to make it. " Mei graciously accepted her praise that the young man was showering her with.
"Why thank you, my veggie head companion. I'm glad you're enjoying it, and I couldn't believe it either! Who knew that bandage face had a heart of gold?" They both shared a laugh before he remembered he had something important to share.
"Oh, I finally got somewhere with my investigation."
Izuku walked over to the other side of the room where training equipment, work out gear, and other various objects were strewn about. Beyond the mess lay a small cork board where he kept a collection of information he managed to pick up from low-level thugs. All the information was related to the USJ event, he figured an attack that widely coordinated had people talking.
He glanced at his progress with a sense of pride, in the middle of his web of information were two names he gathered from Aizawa, thanks to the police. Kurogiri, he was the one able to bring in the horde of villains in the building with his portals, and Tomura Shigaraki, he was the one that almost ended his life. And now Izuku had one more name to put on his board, Giran.
"I finally found out who Giran is, it turns out he's some sort of criminal broker able to get whatever he needs for his clients. Weapons, gear, a criminal with a specific quirk, you name it. As long as the pay is good, Giran will deliver. And I finally got a pretty good idea of where I can find him and I think I'm going to pay him a visit." Izuku glanced at the clock.
"Crap, it's almost eight o'clock already? I have to get going Hatsume, I have to start my drills." As Izuku began trying to take off his suit, Mei halted him and ordered him to come back to her.
"Nuh uh muscles, you come back here. I have to check on the thing that's keeping you tickin."
Izuku took a deep breath and gulped. Even though it was necessary for her to inspect the battery every so often, it meant that she would have to get real close and inspect it, and after getting that peck from her it became difficult to be so close to her.
It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed that peck, in fact he had been a symphony of joy after his first kiss from a girl. His heart had soared from bliss, but that became part of the problem considering that now he had begun to feel strange around Mei. Young Midoriya hadn't interacted with many girls in his life from the result of low self esteem, but he knew something was different, he just hadn't quite placed what emotion this was exactly.
Was it some sort of simple crush? Or was it love? Or something more… he wasn't sure, either way he tried his best not to seem so quirky around her, after all he didn't know if she felt the same way he did and he didn't want to ruin the close bond they already shared.
"Alrighty then it looks like everything seems to be in working order, but it looks like you're putting some strain on it, STOP IT!" She gave a him quick jab on the shoulder.
"You might end up shorting out. Just because it makes almost unlimited energy, doesn't mean you can just overuse the poor thing, after all it's also powering your heart, you dummy."
"Alright I'll try to be more careful next time." He shot her a reassuring smile to ease his friends worries before running off to begin his daily routine.
After the end of another eventful day at U.A., Aizawa sat slumped down in his chair overlooking his now destroyed classroom. He groaned in frustration watching his two most troubling students, Bakugo and Monoma, trying to clean up the room the best they could after having a little altercation earlier. Uraraka stayed as well, although she had not engaged in any violent activitely, but merely stayed to catch up on school work as she had been busy "volunteering" to help out Aizawa due to his injuries.
"This is such bullcrap! Why the hell do I have to do this?" Bakugo spat, his anger boiling over at this apparent waste of time. He threw his broom down in protest.
"Because you're the idiot who can't keeping that freaking temper of yours in check, I'm the one who shouldn't be here!" Monoma snapped, allowing himself to be riled up by Bakugo's outburst.
"What the hell are you talking about!? You tried to pick a fight with me!"
"I think you blow up the few brain cells you have left, all I did was ask you for a freaking pencil!"
"WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD START BRING YOUR OWN CRAP, AND STOP BEING SO IRRESPONSIBLE!"
"SCREW YOU, THE ONE DAY I FORGET AND YOU ACT LIKE I DO THIS ALL THE TIME!"
"ALL IT TAKES IS ONE-"
"WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP!" Aizawa was visibly shaken with anger, if he could he would toss them around to vent his frustration. "If you both don't knock it off I swear I'll-" Aizawa was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk. Uraraka picked up the phone to see who it was and was surprised to see a message from Izuku.
"Hey I'm at the spot, is everything okay? I also have something important to tell you, call me when you can."
"It's from your, uh neighbor. He wants to let you know that your cat came back home, but with a surprise." Uraraka cleverly relayed the coded message, but when she looked up at her teacher the response was only confusion and irritation.
"What?"
Uraraka simply showed him the message. The pro hero grunted before getting up to leave, but not before turning to the only responsible student in the room. "Uraraka, I need you make sure these two don't skip out on their duties, if they do then they don't get to participate in the sports festival."
Bakugo scrunched up in anger, complaining that he was training way too hard for him to be denied access to something that would further his life goal and began attempting to clean with aggressive speed, Monoma followed quickly behind as to not be showed up.
As the pro hero left, Uraraka got out her own phone to let the green haired boy know Aizawa was on his way.
"Hey, round face," Bakugo called out and the brunette looked up to find both blondes covered in filth. "We're done."
She was completely dumbfounded.
"But I just sat down how could that be?" Looking behind the boys she found the room looking as clean as it was on their first day. "Oh, well I guess we're all free to leave then," she muttered still unable to process their incredible ability to spruce up the place in such a short amount of time.
"Oh thank goodness, I'm going to clean myself up and then I'm out of here," Monoma said leaving the other two behind.
Uraraka gathered her school items and placed them in her bag when she noticed the one man demolition crew still staring at her with his crimson eyes.
"Can I help you?"
Uraraka stared curiously at Bakugo for a few silent moments before he suddenly slammed both hands down on the table, causing Uraraka to let out a startled yelp. He leaned forward, too close for Uraraka's comfort, to scrutinize her with his eyes bright ruby red eyes. Then he finally spoke, breaking the awkward tension between them.
"I want you to tell me about that wannabe punk," Bakugo demanded, referring to Deku. Bakugo had never gotten over his match with the vigilante. All of the progress he had made with U.A. and the villains he took down at U.S.J., it was pointless to him if it meant he was defeated so easily by a nobody.
"W-what are you talking about?" Uraraka took a few steps backwards to put space between her and the hot headed boy, but he vaulted over the desk and approached her, closing the space between them again.
"You know what I am talking about, that so-called hero that just so happened to be at U.S.J.."
"I'm not allowed to talk about that!" She took a few more steps back, only to have him follow her step for step. He sure was persistent with this interrogation.
"Why the hell not? You, frog girl, icy hot, and that useless purple lump are the only ones who saw him and none of you have said anything about it!" Uraraka had run out of room to backstep and now had her back to the wall, with Bakugo placing his hands on either side of her, blocking any paths of escape.
Fed up with his antics, Uraraka decided to snap back at him, "Why do you care? He's just going to wipe the floor with you again anyways."
This struck a nerve in the hot head as his hands started to smoke and his eyes narrowed at her.
"I'm not going to let some punk nobody get the best of me, the next time I see him… I'll destroy him!" he threatened. Uraraka saw an opening and pushed the spikey haired teen out of her way, and made a break for the door. "Hey get back here, we're not done yet!" Bakugo made to follow her, but lost his traction and began to float in the air. Uraraka turned around to stick her tongue out at Bakugo and walked out of the room.
"F-freaking Katsuki, what's his problem?" Her face was a deep red, having Bakugo just invade her personal space, and with no shame about it either. The young heroine kept muttering to herself, irritated at her foul mouth classmate.
"Excuse me?" The gravity manipulator snapped out of her flustered mode to turn around and see another student on the other side of the hall. He had messy purple hair and his eyes kind of reminded her of Aizawa's, constantly tired, and he even spoke in a very similar monotone voice."
"Uhm yes, can I help you?"
"Yea you're in class 1-A, right?"
"Yea, and you are?" She was confused as to what exactly her lavender headed classmate was going to request of her. She was a bit weary after that previous confrontation.
"Guess I should introduce myself. My name is Hitoshi Shinso, I'm in class 1-B. I was hoping that you could answer a question of mine?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm kind of in a hurry right now."
"Please, it would only take a second." Shinso persisted. Uraraka looked at her watch and sighed, she had plans to go over and hang out with Iida after helping out Aizawa, but since the boys did finish cleaning early, she figured she had time to help out this student.
"Uh sure, what is it?"
"I know it must be hard for you to talk about, but I wanted to ask you guys about the incident you guys had at U.S.J."
It was no secret that ever since the incident happened other students has become increasingly interested in Class 1-A, especially with the festival coming up in two days. Students had want to know everything on her and her classmates quirks, hoping to get an edge on them.
"I'm sorry, the headmaster Neezu told us we aren't really allowed to talk about it, what with it being a police investigation." Thinking she had dodged the question entirely, she began to casually walk away until Shinso said something that caught her attention.
"Not even about the mystery hero, the one who supposedly saved class 1-A?"
Uraraka spun back around, stunned. 'How would he would know that?' After all, nobody was supposed to know of Deku's involvement in the incident. Only Tsu, Todoroki, Mineta, and herself were the only ones to know, even her own classmates weren't actually supposed to know anything at all about him.
"You must have misheard, I don't know anything about him." Shinso cracked a small smile.
"So it's a guy, huh." The small U.A. Student smacked her hands over her mouth feeling like she just screwed up.
"T-that's not what I meant to say-..." Uraraka's body suddenly went numb, her arms falling to her sides and somehow feeling like she was a prisoners in her own body.
"Alright, I'm done prodding around. I want some real answers." Shinso demanded. "Now, nod your head if you know who the hero is." With her own body following his will, Uraraka nodded.
"Good, now nod if you know where he is." She did so accordingly and the brainwasher took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry for doing this, I really don't like use my quirk like this unless I absolutely have to, so this will be the last thing I require from you. Take me to him."
Internally the brunette was in all out panic mode, knowing that she was about to blow Izuku and Mei's secret. She had to do something, anything to get out of this state, she was desperately trying to regain control of her own body.
SLAM
The door to class 1-A swung wide open and a startled Shinso released Uraraka from his quirk, and quickly retreated out of sight, but near enough to eavesdrop on the pair. Uraraka dropped to the ground at the suddenness of having full control of her body once again.
Bakugo was still floating in the air, but was using pencils he stabbed into the ground as an anchor to keep himself from drifting too high up.
"DAMN IT ROUND FACE, GET OVER HERE AND CANCEL YOUR FREAKING QUIRK!" He looked over to find her laying on the floor. "What the hell?" He stabbed his way over to check up on her. "Hey are you alright?" asked in a surprisingly soft tone.
The spikey haired grenade grunted and cursed under his breath, he released one hand from his grip on his pencil to gently shake her.
When she gave no reaction he feared the worst, thinking that there was a possibility that a villain was loose on campus. After the U.S.J. incident, it didn't seem so out of the question.
The spiky haired boy cursed his current floating predicament, but decided that his odds of facing a possible villains would be greatly improved if he could maneuver on the ground, rather than in zero gravity. In order to do that, he needed to determine Uraraka's condition.
He managed to maneuver a little closer to her and placed his ear up right up to Uraraka's chest, to see if he could detect any source of heartbeat, luckily he found one. Now he just needed to think of a way to wake her, but before he could figure out a plan her heartbeat started to rapidly increase. He slowly looked up to find his classmate wide awake and staring right at him with a flustered expression.
"W-what are you doing!?" She demanded of Bakugo and he flinched back, accidentally letting go of the tools that kept him anchored.
"Wait, it's not what you freaking think! Who the hell do you think I am, that freaking purple lump! I just saw you on the ground and was checking on you! Just put me the hell down!" He shouted back at her.
The rose cheek girl angrily compiled and released him from his zero-gravity curse, dropping him to the ground instantly.
"About damn time," Bakugo grunted, getting up slowly from the ground.
Uraraka turned toward Bakugo and, face still flushed, snapped, "Is that how you say thank you? Bakugo Katsuki, you're nothing but a delinquent!"
"Well if I'm such a delinquent, maybe I'll just leave you on the floor the next time you pass out from your own quirk!"
"I didn't pass out from my quirk, you dolt, I passed out because….. Oh crap!" It started to all come back for Uraraka, she panicked and took out her phone to inform Izuku about this new development
"What the hell are you doing, we're having a conversation!"
"I have to let my friend Deku know I might have messed something up." The gravity user was typing furiously on her phone, not fully realizing what she had just said out loud. As she was crafting the message to Izuku, Bakugo placed his hands on Uraraka's phone and closed it. Uraraka looked up to see Bakugo had a complete look of disgust in his eyes.
"What the hell did you just say?"
Uraraka had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Around the corner however, Shinso had his back hugged against the wall, still listening intently to the pair's conversation.
"So... his name is Deku, is it?"