Shouta wakes slowly and groggily, a pounding in his head letting him know that he either has some sort of concussion or he's been drugged. He really hopes it's the concussion, the last time he came home from a kidnapping after being drugged resulted in a long winded lecture from Recovery Girl about how he needs to watch out for creeps. Really awkward, especially since he's thirty years old and can take care of himself.
He forces himself to lift his head up and look around. He's in some sort of chair, bound to it by leather straps that chaff against his wrists and ankles. He's in a dingy warehouse, he can see random wet spots on the floor that tell him that it's not a nice one. He can just barely make out a few windows in the dark, letting him know that at least he has some sort of escape plan if it comes down to it.
A groan emits from next to him and he whips around to find the source. Strapped to a chair about ten feet to Shouta's left is a green haired teenager, also looking like he's in some sort of headache pain. He must've been kidnapped too, although it's plain to see that the kid isn't a hero. The kid looks maybe fourteen, face still round with baby fat and clearly having just barely started his growth spurt. He has fluffy green hair and bright viridian eyes that Shouta can make out, even in the dark, and has a smattering of freckles on slightly tanned skin.
"Hey, kid, you alright?" He asks quietly. As the hero in this scenario he needs to reassure the kid as best he can, try and make him feel safe until they get an opportunity to get out of here.
The kid slowly looks to him, far more relaxed than he probably should be, putting points into Shouta's 'drugged' idea. "Ah, Eraserhead," The kid says calmly, not a hint of a slur to his voice. "It's unfortunate that you got caught up in this."
"Caught up in this?" He asks before he can stop himself. The kid nods slowly, eyes slowly scanning his form.
"At the very least they didn't hurt you. Except for that minor concussion, of course," The kid says. "Ah, I'm Izuku Akatani. Er- Izuku Midoriya, actually."
"I'm a pro hero, kid, I can get us out of this," He tries to reassure, despite the kid's cryptic responses. Hopefully whatever drugs they've roofied Midoriya up with won't cause any lasting damage.
"It's okay, Eraserhead, you do-"
Midoriya is cut off by the sound of a door slamming open. Shouta's eyes are instantly zeroing in on the movement, despite the protest of his building migraine, and he sees a tall burly man enter the warehouse. The same tall, burly man that Shouta had been trailing for a drug bust. How wonderful.
"Ah, Akatani, Eraserhead, glad to see you two are awake," The villain says.
"I go by Midoriya, actually," Midoriya says without a hint of fear in his voice. Honestly, if Shouta were to try and place any tone in it he would say that the kid is somehow bored. Really doesn't make sense in the situation, but his head hurts and it's hard to think when he can barely hear over cotton in his ears.
"I see. You've been snooping around my business lately, Midoriya. It really displeases me that I'll have to dispose of you and your little friend," The villain gestures to Shouta with a sympathetic smile, but he can see the carefully hidden glee behind it. This villain is just looking for an excuse to kill, Shouta can tell.
"I would've left it alone, Asahi," the villain flinches at the use of what is likely his first name, "but you were encroaching on Musafatsu. Everyone in the underground knows that Musafatsu is under the Overseers protection. I'm merely one of his informants."
And shit , the kid is one of the Overseers informants? The elusive sort of vigilante that deals with any and all criminals in Musafatsu with a startling proficiency? The weird not quite criminal overlord that has somehow been around for nearly a hundred years now?
"I ain't scared of no boogeyman," The villain, Asahi, spits at Midoriya's feet. "Maybe the Overseer would learn to mind his own business if I take out one of his 'informants'." Asahi's face has twisted into a sharp grin, one filled with malice and far too much joy at the prospect of killing someone.
"Don't hurt the kid," Shouta growls lowly. It's not nearly as impressive as he'd like it to be, with his head throbbing and him strapped to a chair, but Asahi still gives him an appraising look.
"I'll deal with you after I deal with the kid," Asahi says simply, before turning back to Midoriya. "Now, you're going to tell me who the Overseer is and where I can find him."
"No," Midoriya says bluntly. The villain's eyebrow twitches.
"Let's see if you can't be persuaded," The villain says dangerously, leaning over to grab something from a table that Shouta's just now noticing. The villain's hand closes around a knife . An actual knife .
"Don't you dare fucking hurt the kid!" Shouta shouts. He can't let the kid die, he can't let this poor kid that is being used as a pawn by a sort of kind of friendly neighborhood crime lord, he can't let this kid get hurt -
The knife sinks into the kid's arm, and Midoriya only regards it with a bored expression. He blinks once, twice, before twisting his face into a clearly forced expression of pain. "Ow! Being stabbed really hurts! I have definitely been stabbed and this will take a month to recover from if I don't receive a healing quirk!" Midoriya exclaims in clearly forced fear and pain. Shouta can only watch as Asahi only grows more and more frustrated with the kid.
The villain pulls the knife out of the kid, and before Shouta can call out to tell him to stop everyone falls silent. The blood on the kid's arm slowly disappears, and even the stab wound stitches itself together. All at once, the straps holding the kid down are gone, and Asahi is on the ground with a foot on his chest and a gun pointed at his head.
Midoriya glares at Asahi, the gun that appeared from seemingly nowhere switched off of safety with an intimidating swipe. "I make one rule," Midoriya whines. " One rule to leave Musafatsu alone, and I still get brats like you trying to make a name for yourself. What are you, twenty-seven? Don't you think that's a little young to be trying to mess with the Overseer?"
Asahi has started quivering at this point. "Y-you're the Overseer!?" He yelps. And yeah, that confusion is justified. Midoriya is a soft looking kid with round features and a baby face. He barely looks like he could hurt a fly, but Shouta can't deny the gun pointing at Asahi's head.
Midoriya's face splits into a grin with no warmth. "Since I'm merciful and you're still young, I'll allow you to be arrested instead of killed." Midoriya presses his foot harder against the villain's chest, earning a choked gasp from his prone form. "And you will tell no one what I look like, or I will get your ass committed to an insane asylum before you can blink. Ever been committed to an insane asylum? It's not fun ."
Asahi whimpers, and Midoriya lets him go. After a quick kick to the villain's head, the kid heads over to Shouta with a bright smile.
"Eraserhead! Can I call you Shouta? I haven't checked on you Aizawa's in a while, last I saw of you guys was your grandmother I think. How've you been?" The kid asks cheerfully while he undoes Shouta's restraints.
"You- you're the green haired immortal that my grandma talks about. Mom had her put in care because everyone thought she was crazy," Shouta sputters. Midoriya winces at that, seemingly ashamed at his role in Shouta's grandmother's stay at the retirement home.
"She was good at keeping my secret, but I think age loosened her lips," Midoriya says with a frown. Suddenly his personality does a one-eighty, and the kid is staring at Shouta with sparkles in his eyes.
"By the way, Shouta, I've been meaning to talk to you. You have just the perfect quirk for my task," Midoriya says. Shouta can't help but find himself nodding alone, intrigued by whatever the supposedly immortal kid could possibly want from him.
"Could you please kill me?"
Shouta has to stop himself from choking.