Chapter 6: Buttcheek On A Stick

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Izuku didn't have any trouble getting something to eat, which he was thankful for. He didn't know why, but he got it in his head that he needed to lay low as to not draw any attention to himself. It didn't really matter at this point, but if someone were to come up to him and ask him is name or for his I.D. or something, he would be in trouble, so better to just keep a low profile.

Once he was finished eating, he knew that he didn't want to go back home, so he decided to go further into the city and wander a bit. What was the worst that could happen?

Hours later Izuku found himself on the roof of a random building that wasn't too hard to climb up. He didn't know why he was up here or what he was planning on doing, but here he was.

As he walked through the streets, he kept on getting comments on how he was too young to be out this late and what would his mother think of him not being home? He didn't have to worry about that, not that they knew that. But Izuku was tired of all of the stares and comments, so he headed toward a less crowded part of town.

It might not have been his best idea, but at least he was alone now. But that also meant that he had to deal with his thoughts and feelings as well.

Izuku looked over the city from the roof, even from here it was beautiful. He wasn't deep enough into the bad parts of the neighborhood to be worried, and he could still see the city lights, it was the perfect place.

Tears prickled at his eyes, and he cursed under his breath. He was tired of crying. He felt like it had been constant waterworks since his mother's death, and he was just so tired. Of course, he couldn't really help it, but he could still be annoyed.

His mind wandered until he got back to his fall, or rather jump. How freeing it had felt, how happy he was, he wanted to feel like that again. But he was worried that if he tried it, he would just be rejected again. Although…

Izuku crawled up to the edge and stood up straight, looking down in anticipation. Even if he was rejected, he might still be able to see mom and that was worth it, wasn't it?

And there was always the chance that it was a fluke last time.

He took a deep breath in and began to lean forward until he suddenly heard a loud scream and scrambled back enough to fall off the other side and land on the roof on his butt.

What had that been? From what he had saw, there wasn't anyone else around here so who had screamed?

A few weeks ago, Izuku's immediate reaction would be to go try and help and be a hero, but what was the point? He knew that he couldn't be a hero, he couldn't save anyone, he couldn't even kill himself. He was useless and would only be a burden to whoever was in trouble.

The person screamed again and their cries and begging echoed as they pleaded with their attacker to stop. From what he heard, it sounded like a girl was being attacked and no one else was around to help her.

He should-

But he was useless…wasn't he?

In an instant, Izuku found himself clambering down the fire escape, running as fast as he could to the girl's desperate cries.

What was he doing? What could he possibly do? Not die?

He was useless and would never be a hero, he knew that. He knew that he would never be able to be like All Might and that hurt, but what if his bullies were right and he was only a burden to everyone around him? What if he showed up and just made things worse? Was he willing to take that risk?

Another scream and Izuku's mind was set as if his legs weren't already moving. Sure, he might be pathetic and powerless and weak, but he had to help. He had to at least try.

The cries got louder as he ran, and he finally rounded an ally corner and found the crying girl being pinned to the wall by a guy who was two times her size and had a shark head.

The girl saw him, and her eyes widened in pleading. Begging him to please help her and he was off.

He didn't know what he was doing, his body had just moved on it's own. He saw how desperate that girl was and knew that he couldn't just stand around and do nothing. It wasn't as if he could die anyway, and if he did, win-win.

Shark head didn't even notice his arrival until Izuku hit him on the side of the head with a long pipe that he found on the ground. The hit didn't seem to faze him at all, but when he turned his attention to Izuku his eyes were filled with rage at the interruption.

Izuku was frozen, what could he possibly do? This was a mistake, and he should've just left and gotten someone who could actually help this poor girl. But the fact was that he didn't, and he was here and he was the only one who could help her right now.

He stared the shark guy straight in his eyes before he reeled back and smacked the pipe across his face causing him to stumble away from the still crying girl.

Izuku quickly jumped in front of her and whispered behind him for her to run away quickly, but either she couldn't hear him, or she wasn't listening. Oh well, he had already gone this far, might as well risk it all, right?

He chucked the pipe at the shark guy and grabbed the girl's wrist and dragged her away as fast as he could. There was no way for him to know how fast that guy was, but his top priority was to get her to safety, so he wasn't really thinking about it.

That was until he heard his growl and his loud footsteps growing closer and closer to them.

"Crap!"

Izuku stopped in his tracks and spun around to face the shark head guy. He whipped the girl around behind him and tried to push her away. "What? I-"

"GO!"

Something must've clicked because she finally started running away and Izuku let out a breath. At least she was going to be okay, him on the other hand-

"YOU LITTLE PUNK! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" The shark guy came barreling towards Izuku and it was all he could do to dodge him as he ran at him. "YOU LET HER GET AWAY! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"Don't I wish you could," he mumbled under his breath and steeled himself for whatever fight this was about to be.

Izuku was defenseless. He lost his pipe when he threw it at the guy, and he didn't have any other weapons on him. It also didn't help that he didn't know how to fight either. Too late for that though.

The guy charged again and Izuku jumped out of the way at the last second causing him to ram straight into the side of a building. Izuku stared at the dazed shark guy, he really hadn't meant to do that.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out a small laugh as he realized what had just happened and this of course made shark head even angrier. That was good, anger made people stupid and reckless. If Izuku could keep on letting him hurt himself then he might actually get out of this alive.

Suddenly thankful that they were in a narrow ally, Izuku kept on trying to rile up the shark guy and getting him to run into wall after wall and take himself out. Of course, every plan had its flaws and Izuku did end up stumbling on his own feet and getting thrown across the ally and into the opposite building.

Um…OUCH! Man, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

It wouldn't surprise him if he had at least one cracked rib from that throw alone. The guy was a lot stronger than he looked and was getting angrier by the minute. But fortunately, Izuku was smarter than he was.

The fight continued on like this for a while, Izuku dodging and baiting him to hurt himself and slipping up every so often and narrowly avoiding being ripped apart. Like he wanted to die, sure, but that just sounded painful.

Finally, the shark guy stood up after running to yet another building and he swayed on his feet and panted loudly. He was finished. Izuku looked around quickly to see if there was anything around that he could use and saw a long plank of wood sitting against the side of the building he was standing in front of.

Without a second thought, he snatched up the wood and ran at the attacker. Still out of it from his last collision, it took him a minute to realize what was happening and by the time he did, Izuku had already advanced upon him, and it was too late.

He began to hit and hit him with the piece of wood until he was sure that he was out, but hopefully not dead. After a quick check of his pulse, Izuku's anxiety eased, and he sighed.

What had just happened?

He looked around and made sure that they were alone. The girl who had been attacked seemed to take his advice and had ran, good. His eyes drifted back to the limp body at his feet and he nudged it with his shoe just to be sure that he was down.

What was he supposed to do now? Call the police? And then tell them what, that a quirkless kid had beaten this man that was three times his size with a plank of wood? Yeah, like they'd ever believe that. Wait-

Oh no…oH NO!

No, no, no, no, no-he had just attacked somebody without a license. If he called the police and they saw him then he might be charged with vigilantism, but wait-could he be charged with using his quirk illegally if he didn't have one? Or at least didn't use the one he might have? Could they even arrest a dead person?

Better to not chance it.

Izuku scrambled up another fire escape-those seemed to be his go to recently-and once he was sure that he wouldn't be seen, he pulled out the phone that he had borrowed off of the attacker. It was password protected, but luckily you didn't need a password to call the police.

The phone dialed and Izuku waited until the line picked up. The person gave their spiel and Izuku quickly explained what had happened while trying to not hyperventilate as he spoke. It took a couple of tries to get across what had happened, but once it was clear, the lady on the phone assured him that some officers would be there in five minutes and to stay put until they arrived.

Yeah right.

Once the phone call was ended, Izuku was going to throw the phone back to the ground for the guy but realized that his fingerprints were all over it. But he was dead so how did that work? It didn't matter, he chastised himself, he tried his best to wipe off any fingerprints off of the phone with his hoodie and then threw the phone on the roof and stomped on it just to make sure that it was broken. The attacker probably didn't need it anymore anyway.

With the phone broken, Izuku looked over the other side of the building hoping to find a dumpster and it seemed as if the universe was shining upon him for once in his life. He chucked the broken phone into the open dumpster and smiled as it clattered in and broke some more.

He then thought that it was probably time for him to bounce, but how he was going to do that exactly…he didn't know. Izuku could climb down the other fire escape and try to blend in with the people on the street, but what if one of the officers saw him trying to run away? That wouldn't be good.

On both sides of him were more and more rooftops that were fairly equal in height and close together. What if he…

No. That was crazy. Only someone who was completely reckless and had no regard for their life would-

Oh, yeah. This was it.

Izuku didn't know if it was the thrill or the possibility of him dying or just him being actually crazy, but as he walked back as far as he could go, he laughed and continued to do so as he ran full speed toward the edge of the roof and jumped.

It was insane. Just the thought to even attempt something like this, but oh was it fun. Izuku landed on the next roof falling face first onto the concrete but landing nonetheless. He shot up with a wide smile on his face.

That was SO fun!

He wanted to do it again. And so he did.

As he did it more, he got slightly better, maybe he should invest in a parkour class or something, because no matter how good he got, he still landed on his face every time. But Izuku didn't mind, he had been through much worse.

His legs and lungs burned as he ran and ran and jumped from building to building. The adrenaline pumping through his system helped to dull it though. Even the few times he almost didn't make the jump or barely avoided stumbling off the edge, was drowned in the pure ecstasy that he was feeling as he ran freely.

Izuku was completely entranced as he ran and didn't notice when another figure joined him in his little free run at first. It wasn't until he clipped his shoe on the edge of a roof that he noticed the person beside him, and his smile faded.

Who was that? What did they want? Was he in trouble? What if they had seen what he did and was here to capture him? Adrenaline was replaced by anxiety and Izuku missed his footing as he tried to land on the next building sending himself tumbling across the roof.

Izuku rolled over with a groan to see the figure landing gracefully and silently and couldn't help but gawk at them. How were they so good at that? Would Izuku be able to be that good? Slowly the figure walked over to him and bent down as they stood over him.

The night was dark and so it was hard for Izuku to see exactly who it was, but there was a streetlamp close so that he could see enough.

Long dark hair fell around the figure's face and dark, tired eyes stared at him questioningly. Izuku knew this person, but how? He took in the rest of their outfit to try to figure it out, they were in a black jumpsuit that was baggy but fit them at the same time with a yellow utility belt around their waist that matched the yellow goggles that hung around their neck on top of what looked like a large grey scarf…oh.

Oh mY GOD-

Notes:

AHhhhhhhh ERaserdad is coming!!!!!

If you know anything about me, then you know my pure adoration of the concept of Aizawa just being a loving dad who protects his kid(s) at any cost. Andddddd Izuku just so happens to be an orphan...that's how that works right?

Anyway, I hope that y'all are as excited as I am for what's coming next, and please please please leave a comment letting me know your thoughts on the story so far. I love to hear people's emotions while reading and their feedback so please let me know!

Thanks so much for reading!