Chapter 1

Moon Knight is the property of Marvel Studios

Boku no Hero Academia is the property of Horikoshi Kohei

A Man Without Love was sung by Engelbert Humperdinck

Musutafu Japan

Aizawa physically felt the weight underneath his eyes as he scratched the back of his head walking up to the crime scene. Already several police officers were around each documenting the scene, which looked like it came straight from a horror movie.

Several villains were being carted out on stretchers, each with deforming amounts of damage done to them, their blood pooling from their mouths and nose. Some had white blankets covering their bodies, indicating their status as corpses.

It was early morning in Musutafu, which to Shouta meant that the sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon yet, and no coffee stores were open for him to drop by to get the sweet nectar of the gods. What he had was the juice pouches, which honestly concerned the U.A. nurse when she saw the nutritional contents label.

So what if the pouches had enough caffeine in them to kill several elephants, he needed his fix somehow.

Aizawa groaned as he could already hear the nagging from the nurse in his mind. Slurping up the contents of the juice pouch, he tossed the remains into a trash can as he walked up to the cordoned-off area.

Nearby Tsukauchi, a detective at the Musutafu City Police Department, was interrogating a young woman who was sitting in the ambulance with shock blankets. She wasn't injured as Shouta could see, but she seemed shaken and extremely disturbed if he had any part in saying.

As he walked towards Tsukauchi, he heard the tail end of his interrogation. "-and that when he just got up and ran away."

"Did he say anything to you as he left you here or did he show any kind of indication that you would recognize?"

"No, that was the thing. It all happened so fast, that I didn't get to see anything clearly, but he was covered in some sort of… white fabric? I don't know what it was but, it covered everything about him so I didn't get to see anything that would describe him honestly."

Tsukauchi nodded as he scribbled into his notepad. "And you can definitely describe this person as a man? Can you tell me the ballpark of his age?"

The girl nodded before blushing slightly. "I mean, with the defined features, he was definitely a man that worked out, but he really just popped down and disappeared after beating them all up, I couldn't even start to guess about his age." She pursed her lips as she scrunched her face. "But if I were to say, the early twenties? Maybe younger?"

Aizawa sighed. "A prospecting vigilante I see," Shouta speaking up drew Tsuakuchi's attention.

A light smile wove into Tsuakuchi's face. "Ah, Eraserhead! It's nice to see you." He turned towards the crime scene before grimacing. "Yeah, sort of. This one is the precinct's newest case so far from this vigilante. Five criminals, each brutally assaulted and one murdered."

Aizawa frowned. "Is this another Stendhal incident?" A few years before, a vigilante named Stendhal had shown up, killing villains left and right. He later disappeared not even leaving a trace to follow, apparently defeated by Knuckleduster, a vigilante known for beating up villains. Recently, the old man was retired, no longer able to fight properly after the Naruhata incident, however, was still very connected to the deep underground afterward.

Tsukauchi frowned. "Maybe." He sighed. "This vigilante has been going at it for a while now. He doesn't seem to be actively killing them, but there are cases in between that have him murdering them. The others are usually beaten close to death."

Aizawa looked around. Spotting a CCTV camera in one of the buildings, he pointed it out. "I that camera real?"

Tsukauchi turned to look at what he was pointing at before nodding. "It looks real, you think that we could pull footage and possibly narrow down our search for this guy."

After a short conversation with the tired building supervisor, they managed to get a few hours of footage from the records and copied it down into a hard drive. They were back at the station, with Tsuakuchi pulling up the files on his computer as he played through the security footage.

Scrolling through the file's timestamp, he stopped around where the theoretical time the vigilante showed up before pressing play. Aizawa stood behind him as he watched the film with hard eyes.

In the film, the woman they were taking a statement from was being harassed by 5 guys, each of them dragging her into the alleyway street where no one would bother them. They seemed to be laughing and jeering at the lady while pushing her down.

Aizawa sneered at the scene. "Do we know who the perpetrators are?"

Tsukauchi nodded before pausing the video and pulling out a file. "We managed to get them all identified, all of them were young, no one under the age of 17 and no one over the age of 22, the gang leader and the murdered is Osaki Shigeru: 29 years old, and Quirk: Needle Hair. His hair is naturally stiff and sharp, almost like a porcupine and he can pluck them off and use them as weapons. He had multiple charges of assault and battery, sexual assault, sexual harassment, and a few counts of quirk assisted murder."

Aizawa scowled. He hated criminal scum like the ones he saw on the file. "And the others?"

Tsukauchi patted his file. "All of them have separate files, but they have lesser offenses that mostly would land them in jail. Shigeru was the only one who had actual charges that would land him in the upper levels of Tartarus."

Aizawa hummed. "How have we not tracked down Shigeru for detainment?"

Tsukauchi shook his head. "That's the thing. We never found out about him only after the fact that this vigilante managed to take him down. This was a small-time gang, working under the radar of daylight heroes. Whoever this guy is, also managed to slip in the evidence to charge all of these guys while also simultaneously finding them and targeting them."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Do you think he is working with anyone?"

"Possibly." Tsukauchi rubbed his eyes as opened up his computer and started locating the files from the night into a video file.

The video continued as the 5 guys were laughing and harassing the woman before one of them pulled out a knife and started threatening the woman. The woman seemed terrified and was inching, shaking terribly as the guys started moving towards her.

It was then in the corner of the video that a flash of white caught both Aizawa's and Tsukauchi's attention. Honestly, it was a matter of seconds what happened afterward. A figure suddenly jumped into the middle of the fray before brutally beating each of the perpetrator's faces inwards. In seconds, the confused group had dwindled down into a pile of groaning bodies, as the white-clothed vigilante seemed overly excessive in his beatdown of the 5 would-be villains.

Sadly in the low quality of the camera footage, neither Aizawa nor Tsukauchi could make out any defining features of the vigilante, however, the distinct white clothing stood out to them.

Tsukuachi whistled. "This is the first time we got video evidence of him actually existing. But damn, those moves look professional."

The hooded figure in the film then proceeds to jump onto a nearby fire safety ladder before hoisting himself up and disappearing before the camera.

Tsukauchi turned towards Aizawa. "Well, what do you think?"

Aizawa frowned. "He is well trained. Really well trained. We could be looking at a Hero school reject here. But the level of stealth on this guy is incredible if he can get around wearing an all-white costume before disappearing."

Tsukauchi coughed into his hand. "We've been trying to track this guy down for months, yet we can only get the tail ends of his crime sprees and never a definite description of the guy." He shook his head. "No leads on the guy, he just shows up out of nowhere, beats up criminals, and disappears. If I didn't know any better I would say he is like All Might."

He turned towards a whiteboard, each covered with written forms of descriptions from crime scenes and photo pictures of a blurry white figure. "This hasn't been the first time this vigilante has struck and I fear that it won't be his last."

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BE-

A hand slammed down on the clock as Izuku groaned from his bed. The morning sun seemed to stream through the window in his bedroom before coating the inside of his room with scorching light.

Izuku rubbed his eyes as he grumbled from his bed. He blinked a few times before clearing the fog from his mind. Tossing aside the blanket from his body, a strap attached with a bike lock to the post of his bed made clanking noises as Izuku pulled on the strap to make sure it was secure on his leg.

Looking around the room, a few All-Might-themed posters and figurines dotted the room as he stretched in his room. Feeling the cracks that echoed through the room, Izuku got up before feeling refreshed for a new day.

Stopping by his door, Izuku traced his fingers over the strip of tape that connected the edge of the door to his doorway, indicating if it was disturbed in any way. Humming at the sight of the strip not being disturbed, Izuku ripped it down from the doorway before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into a bin, one already full of crumpled up balls of tape.

Opening the door, Izuku went into the kitchen to find a breakfast table already set up for him. The empty kitchen displayed nothing to Izuku as he shambled over to the table set up for him. The breakfast was covered by an umbrella cover, each dish glistening from the fresh amount of steam emanating from the dishes.

A single red sticky note was stuck on the umbrella. On it: Have a good first day today Izuku! Was written in his mother's handwriting. Izuku smiled softly as he plucked the umbrella from the table and began eating.

Recently he barely saw his mother, knowing that she had gotten a job to cover the expenses for U.A. 's tuition. Being one of the most prominent Hero, Support, Management, and General schools in the nation, U.A. unfortunately also had an extreme amount of costs that went through the unbelievable budget the school went through.

While he knew that his mother didn't mind, the additional costs had his mother working overtime just to make up for the additional cost alongside the scholarship that Izuku managed to get for the school, Izuku felt terrible that his mother went this far for him.

Izuku's father was distant, and never actually home seeing that he worked over in America as an archeologist. Granted it had been years since he saw his father and the fact that other than monthly checks the man sent them, Hisashi Midoriya was a mostly silent father, never actually around for Izuku or his mother. (On a personal level, Izuku didn't like to talk about him, seeing that his father never seemed to care for their family)

So when Izuku had managed to get into the support course of U.A. High with outstanding scores in the subject of Information and Engineering, it was only his mother and himself who celebrated. (On a subconscious level, he also wanted to step away from Hisashi Midoriya's legacy as an archeologist that studied the past. Izuku wanted to become the opposite, becoming an engineer and analysis support scientist, who secretly hoped to push the boundaries of science to the future).

Finishing up his breakfast, Izuku dumped the used plates into the sink and began washing them with hot water and soap. Wiping down the dirty plates with a sponge, Izuku took the time to enjoy the repetitive movement and time to just not think.

After putting the plates into a dish rack, Izuku trudged along into the bathroom to get ready for his first day at high school.

Humming softly he took a shower before brushing his teeth. Trying to comb his hair down was a fruitless endeavor, but one that Izuku tried every day to try to tame the mess that was his hair. Throwing on his new school uniform, Izuku fumbled around with his tie.

While he attended Aldera back in middle school, they wore a Gakuran, a military-style uniform that had no need for a tie. But U.A. had a red tie that went along with the uniform, and Izuku didn't want to be the one to stick out.

Sighing as he looked at the mess that was his tie, Izuku sighed as he simply tossed the tie into his bag. Perhaps he could ask someone in his class to help him with his tie? Then again, Izuku never really messed with ties, something that his mother said was similar about Hisashi.

Grumbling about the tie, Izuku walked out of the apartment with his bag and a pair of headphones, before locking the door behind him. Checking the watch he had on his left wrist, Izuku cursed under his breath as he realized he would be late if he didn't hurry up.

"Shit, Shit, Shit" He muttered as he rushed to the subway station near his house. Scrambling down the stairs into lower levels of the station, Izuku sighed in relief as he caught up to the crowd waiting for the subway.

Catching up behind a crowd, Izuku quietly slips in as he slips his bag to the front, pulling out his phone and connecting it to his headphones. Appreciating the noise-canceling features on the headphones, Izuku scrolled through his phone and picked out his personal soundtrack.

I can remember when we walked together

Closing his eyes, Izuku felt himself relax as he twiddled his thumbs around. The sudden lurch of the train leaving the station and the soft morning weather put Izuku in a pleasant mood.

Sharing a love I thought would last forever

Opening his eyes, Izuku hummed along to the song playing, one from the pre-quirk eras. Despite his dislike for his father, the one thing he could appreciate about the man was their proclivity to pre-quirk songs, especially the old pop songs from the 1920s and the early 2000s.

Moonlight to show the way so we can follow …

Following a steady stream of students, each looking unique with their quirks, Izuku followed along the footpath of a giant mountain, where at the top a small city scaled high school was stationed.

The imperiously formed H symbol of the main campus building loomed just beyond the main gates to the U.A. campus as Izuku stepped through and jogged as he searched for his new classroom.

Running through the massive hallways, Izuku traced the letters and signs of each hallway, looking for his classroom.

"1-H, 1-H, 1-H … Ah hah! 1-H!" Izuku silently cheered as he took a deep breath and slid open the door. Inside, 5 columns of desks stood organized, already some filled with students. Some were milling around talking to each other, some were planting their faces into their arms trying to sleep, and some were tinkering or typing away at their laptops.

When Izuku slid open the classroom door, a few students looked up at him before greeting him. A few waved hello, looking a bit shy, while others returned back to what they were working on. A few were still asleep. Izuku smiled. This would be a great start to his career at U.A.!

Izuku felt like everything was going to be fine.

Aizawa felt exhausted as he inched his way in his yellow sleeping bag to the door to his homeroom class. Last night especially was quite tough as the white vigilante had struck again once more.

The case quickly became frustrating as it was looking fruitless. No common sightings of the vigilante appeared and no two descriptions properly described the perpetrator for Aizawa to base his investigation on.

And now he had to deal with 20 rowdy teenagers who were training to be heroes to add to his plate, and Aizawa was burnt out.

Late-night stakeouts leading to nothing, constant surveillance of the surrounding area, questioning victims and bystanders all leading to no additional information other than:

1. He wears White

2. He is completely covered

3. Definitely a male

4. He would always beat up criminals and disappear without even saying a word

5. He would sometimes use excessive force, sometimes enough to cripple people

6. He only appears at night.

Aizawa at this point felt like lying down and sleeping forever if only it meant that the new vigilante wouldn't haunt his daymares. He watched from the entrance of the door as he rummaged around inside his sleeping bag for a juice pouch.

With the severe lack of spatial awareness this class was seemingly giving off, Aizawa knew he had his work cut out for him. He would however give them the benefit of his doubt for a few seconds, at least (Never say the Aizawa didn't give them a chance to prove themselves).

Shaking his head, Aizawa sighed loudly. "If you're here to make friends, then do it elsewhere."

Aizawa could see that his 'sudden' appearance had shocked the crowd of students within the classroom. He could see the confusion and incredulity that adorned their faces as they watched Aizawa completely drain his juice pouch. "This is the Department of Heroics."

After fully standing up and shedding his sleeping bag, Aizawa observed the classroom that stared at him. "It took you guys eight seconds to calm down." He frowned. "This is the Heroic's course, eight seconds could mean life or death for some victims. I expect better."

Aizawa gave the class a second to quiet down from their mumbling before pulling out a U.A. gym uniform from behind his desk. "Take one and go down to the P.E. grounds."

A hand rose from the group of kids. "Wearing the uniform?" He asked.

Aizawa's dead eyes stared at the teenager whose hand immediately shrunk down under his stare. "Yes, now get moving."

A tall child with glasses raised his hands sharply. "May I ask who you are sir, on the behalf of the class?"

Aizawa paused. "I'm your Homeroom Teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Now move."

And with that, the twenty students scrambled out of the classroom, each with whispers of excitement lingering in the halls. Aizawa sighed. He hated to do this, really he did, but new Hero students needed to know this crucial fact before they went into heroics. A fact that he struggled within his own life.

Izuku happily waited for his homeroom teacher to come through the door. While he knew that Pro-Heroes would be the ones to teach their everyday courses, he still couldn't help but be excited about the fact that a pro-hero was going to be the one to teach them.

Slightly bouncing about in his seat, Izuku was startled by the fact the door to their classroom was slammed open revealing a pink-haired girl, who was panting and sweating as if she had run a marathon. She wasn't wearing the traditional given uniform by U.A., rather, she was wearing something that looked like it was taken from the neighborhood vehicle repair shop. Grease was smeared on her forehead and cheeks as her slightly crazed eyes (ones that made Izuku want to hide) were alight with an unholy yellow glow. It didn't help that her face looked like it was almost split apart by the giant grin that she adorned on her face.

"Where are the baby-making desks?!" The strange but scary girl shouted out to the rest of the classroom.

Izuku and the rest of the other students stared at the girl. The question of 'What?' ran through each of their minds.

"Hatsume!" A shout came from behind the girl, as a large claw came and grabbed the back of the girl's jumpsuit almost as if she were a cat. The girl swung around in the contraption's arms as she giggled. The person who came into the studio wore a yellow claw-like helmet, while their chest was bare.

Izuku's eye widened. "It's you! Power-Loader! The Excavation Hero!" Izuku almost vibrated in his seat. "I have so many questions about your quirk! What type of metal are your claws made of? On the Mohs scale of hardness, where do your nails rank? Could you dig into any type of rock imaginable? What is your max grip strength? Does your grip strength increase due to your quirk, or is the quirk affecting your…"

A hand gestured at Izuku to stop. "Look kid, I'm flattered by your attention, but we need to proceed with the schedule." He came into the classroom while a huge exoskeleton seemingly powered by a remote walked over to one of the desks and dropped the girl into the seat before coming back to the front of the classroom staying on standby for the titular inventor.

Power-Loader waited for the commotion to die down. "Hello everyone. My name is Maijima Higari or also known as Power-Loader. I'll be your homeroom teacher for this year." He clapped his hands together producing a weird clang of metal. "I'll be taking roll, for now, so with that aside, Welcome to U.A.'s Department of Support and Engineering."

A slight cheer of victory went over the class as Maijima-Sensei started calling out names.

Izuku couldn't help the smile of wonder that came over him as he stared at the hero. Questions and theories popped into his mind as he flipped into his notebook as he located the section that detailed the hero in front of him.

"Hey, Greenie! What you got there?" A loud whisper of a voice snapped Izuku out of his dazed trance as he noticed the body that was suddenly pressed up behind him. "Nice, Nice! That's some great analysis you got there buddy! Are all your other analyses as good as this?" Izuku fumbled over his words as he felt his notebook be snatched out of his hands.

"Hey, that's min-" Izuku felt his voice choke in his throat as he realized who was talking to him. The crazy girl from before was flipping through his private notebook humming and nodding.

"Wow, Greenie, with all this information, imagine all the babies we can make together!" The girl suddenly got way into Izuku's personal space, pushing her developed chest right into's Izuku's face.

Felling his face grow red in the single quickest way possible, Izuku could only stutter nonsense words. "W-b-excus-ple-sp-gah-what?" At last, he got one question while trying his best not to feel the soft, round, bulge- Izuku gripped his thigh hard enough to cause pain. His mind was not going down that way.

The girl earnestly looked into Izuku's eyes. "Yeah! We can make a flying baby for this client, oooh! For this hero, we can-"

"Hatsume!" A stern calling from Power-Loader who suddenly dragged the girl away from his face allowed Izuku the reprieve he needed to keep his face from becoming tomato red. He then lectured the girl about personal space conduct.

Hatsume-san, or at the least what Maijima-sensei called the girl, did not look chastised at all and was already working on something in her hands. At that Power-Loader sighed as he placed Hatsume back in her seat. "Ticking off Hatsume Mei, next is … Midoriya Izuku?"

Izuku shakily raises his hand after the pseudo attack from the girl sitting next to him. Power-Loader looked up from his list before nodding and moving on. Izuku tried calming down, remembering the breathing techniques that he developed after learning meditation online.

Opening his eyes, Izuku noted that Maijima-sensei seemed to be finishing up the attendance record. "Alright class, we will be heading out for the Welcome Ceremony, and afterward we will be meeting with your individual guidance counselors overseen by Hound Dog, and finally we can visit the Development Studios before finishing off with the class syllabus."

Izuku couldn't help but grin in excitement, actually attending the U.A.'s special development studios where they designed a lot of the hero outfits for the new hero was exciting for Izuku.

Now, if the crazy girl next to him would stop staring at him, everything would feel like it went just his way.

Soon, the class started heading out to the Welcome Ceremony, when they heard a loud boom come from outside in what seemed to be one of the many outside fields. Startling a lot of the students, they started muttering and talking to each other about what the sound was about.

Nearby, Izuku could see Maijima-sensei slap his face in exasperation and mutter something about being irresponsible and disregarding protocol.

Izuku wondered what that meant while silently walking out to the welcoming ceremony.

The ceremony itself wasn't that bad, Principal Nedzu had some exciting things to say about the school, but other than the typical welcome speeches that the teachers and the staff had, nothing much was different. The highlight of the day however was the visit to the development studios that the support class had access to and would have half their day to tinker in.

Inside was a decked-out system of one of the most impressive engineering hubs Izuku had seen in his life. The quality screamed expensive to Izuku and couldn't wait to try out all of the tools they had access to. 3-D printing, materials much better than the scrap that he got from the landfill that was Dagobah beach, and high tech tools, Izuku could only see off from online shopping and gaping at the prices, everything was available.

Unsurprisingly, the girl that sat next to him in class also was very vocal about the development studios. She decidedly wanted to live in the studio and started making plans to live in the lab before Maijima-Sensei admittedly shut down any of her crazy plans.

It was after the school period had ended and more extracurricular clubs started to be set up for students to join. Mainly geared towards the support, management, and general courses, the clubs formed on the school grounds were some of the main clubs that usually formed in schools, with certain clubs being spearheaded by the different pro-heroes of the staff.

Overall, the whole day was an exciting affair for Izuku as he walked around the campus for an exciting day to look through clubs he might want to join. Certain clubs, he definitely marked down in his mind to explore more of, such as the engineering club, robotics club, and certain programming clubs each contributing to the massive school that was U.A.

Izuku felt himself smiling as he hummed to himself as he listened to music from his headphones while riding the subway to his house.

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Walking home was an amazing sight to see in the city of Mustafu. There were multiple people coming home during this time, and coincidently the time when more heroes appeared in the streets. Many people looked on in wonder over the heroes that were patrolling the streets, some were asking for autographs and pictures with some of them.

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

When Izuku got home, it felt like a ton of weight was resting on his shoulders. Izuku forced himself to dig around in the fridge for some leftover grub that he knew his mom would sometimes pack before she left for Izuku to eat and reheated a container of leftover katsu don.

Especially after that long exhausting day, Izuku brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas. Entering his room, he sighed. Extending out a piece of masking tape, he taped the edges of his door together as a label and crawled into bed.

He knew he had a habit of waking up in odd places sometimes, what his mom called sleepwalking, and to take preventative measures, Izuku would strap his leg to the bed just in case he would wander off in the night.

After strapping in, Izuku lay on his bed sinking into the soft pillow closing his eyes as he immediately drifted off to sleep.

When Izuku opened his eyes, the first thing that hit him was the pain. A deep throbbing pain, emanating from his jaw (which was admittedly going away quickly) and the metallic taste of iron on his tongue. The second thing that Izuku felt was the cool concrete of the ground which was touching his face.

Izuku groaned in pain as his jaw cracked. He experimentally rolled around his jaw as the pain subsided. Getting up from the ground, Izuku blearily looked around confused. He was somehow in a very weird setting, someplace he had never been to before. What he could see so far was an open dock where no one seemed to be around.

The dark night sky glittered with twinkling stars as a crescent moon shimmered in the seawater in front of him. Izuku first looked around then patted himself down, looking for any other injuries when he noted the nice suit he was wearing.

It was a pristinely white three-piece suit complete with a tie and gloves. The strange thing was that Izuku didn't remember wearing something like this or even owning such a nice piece of clothing like it before. He yelped when the suit suddenly retreated and disappeared into thin air as he was left in jeans and a shirt with a black hoodie.

"What the hell?" Izuku looked around his body looking for where the beautiful suit went and noted the broken glass that littered the ground around him. Noting the shape of broken glass and the place where the glass was, Izuku looked around confused about where the glass could have come from before looking up at the large warehouse behind him.

Upon the top story, a broken window was visible as a strange-looking man was looking down at him. Confused, Izuku hesitantly waved hello, as the man stared back at him.

"H-Hello? Do you know where I am?" Izuku called out to the man.

Go back to sleep worm. A sandy and scratchy voice suddenly echoed through Izuku's head.

Izuku whipped around looking for where the voice came from because it certainly wasn't from the man above him. "What? Worm?" Izuku muttered confused.

You're not supposed to be here! The scratchy voice echoed once more through his mind.

Izuku raised his hands in surrender. "Yup, I totally agree! I was in bed and then-"

Surrender the body to Mikumo.

Izuku this time felt confused. "Wh-surrender the body? What do you mean to surrender the body? What body?" He looked around wildly as he looked for a possible body that was nearby.

Oh Ra, the idiot's in control.

At this Izuku felt insulted. "Idiot? Who are you calling an Idiot? I'll have you know that I got into the U.A. support course all by myself and with a scholarship-"

Run you fool! RUN!

At the loud shouting, Izuku cowered and shut up before a zing of something moving incredibly fast zipped past his ear. Ducking his head from the loud noise, Izuku looked behind him and realized that there were people pointing guns in his general direction and shooting.

Scrambling away from the heated gunfire, Izuku pumped his legs as fast as he could running through the labyrinth-like alleyways that made up the harbor docks. Constant zings and echoes of metal hitting metal at high speeds encouraged Izuku to duck and dodge as he tried to figure out where he was.

What the hell is going on! Izuku cried mentally as he ducked behind some shipping crates. Trying to control his breathing, Izuku held his hand close to his chest, not even daring to make any noise. IT was then that he felt something reside in his hoodie pocket.

Frowning he slipped his hand into the pocket and felt something cylindrical. Pulling it out, Izuku held it up to the moonlight, inspecting it. It looked like an Epipen, to be honest, and the red liquid sloshing around the clear vial at the end of the cylinder didn't give any hope to Izuku that it might be medication for anaphylactic shock.

It certainly wasn't blood either, as it was too runny to be blood and it was almost see-through, so Izuku could only say that it was certainly a vial field with … something.

"What the hell?" Izuku muttered to himself as he slowly crawled out of his hiding place looking for anyone that might be near. "What the hell, What the hell, What the hell…" Izuku muttered as he tried thinking his way out.

Hiding behind a barrel, Izuku watched several armed men patrolling through the harbor, each carrying guns and a flashlight looking through every nook and cranny the shipping yard had.

It was from there a man wearing a white scientist's jacket walked up to one of the men who was patrolling. Izuku strained to hear what the man was talking about.

"- happened?"

"We got ambushed. Someone killed six of our men. And the special package is missing."

At that, the scientist paused before gripping the base of his nose in annoyance while looking up. It was then that Izuku saw the eyepatch the man was wearing, something that reminded Izuku of a pirate.

"Is this someone still here?"

The other man nodded. "We think so, yes."

The man nodded. "Then there is still hope. Search the yard, no one comes in and no one comes out of here alive unless the intruder is dead."

The man nodded. "Of course Kay-san." The man turned around and pulled out a walkie-talkie and began relaying orders.

It was then when a hand grabbed the back of Izuku's hoodie as a man yelled out to the other men. "We found him!" Izuku squirmed around in fear and started screaming.

Suddenly the scenery started to blank out as Izuku found himself in a weird position. He felt his hand around something wet and limy in his hand. Around him, two men that had caught him were lying on the ground not even making a sound.

"Wh-Uhhh." Izuku blinked confused as to how he had gotten into this situation.

Oh, the idiot's back.

Izuku looked up and around. "I'm-I'm sorry?" He looked at the men as he realized they were bleeding from their heads. "Oh, I'm-" He began to reach down at them when he realized that there was something in his hand.

Izuku looked at his hand before feeling a wave of nausea well up as he realized the wet feeling was blood that was covering his hand.

"Oh, God." Izuku wanted to drop the thing that was covered in blood. Weirdly, it felt like something else was forcing his hands to close around the object, not letting it go.

Don't you dare drop that vial!

Izuku looked up in surprise and fear. "Alright, Alright, Alright! Don't drop the vial!" Izuku scrambled away from the clearly dead corpses when he heard shouts from men that were drawing near.

Running through the dark alleyways of the shipyard, Izuku came across the entrance where men were lined up and pointing guns right at him. In the front, the scientist was standing there with his hand behind his back.

"Look at what we have here. It's been a while, mercenary." The scientist greeted Izuku.

Izuku looked confused at the man. "Wh- mercenary? I'm not a mercenary, I'm just a student. My name is Izuku, Izuku Midoriya! I go to U.A. high school, the support department!" Izuku sputtered out as he tried to justify himself.

The scientist raised an eyebrow. "Well, Izuku Midoriya of U.A., give me the vial."

Izuku paled. "Um about that, I can't exactly give you the vial…"

The scientist sighed. "Very well. Kill him." At that the cocking of over twenty guns facing him echoed through the shipyard alleys as they prepared to shoot him.

Izuku flinched as he hid behind his arms before the first crack of the gunshot woke him up from bed?

Izuku looked around in a frantic manner as his bloodshot eyes twitched in fear. Wha-What just happened? Flipping his bedsheets off of him, Izuku tugged on the strap that was connected to his bedpost, checking to see if the strap was still on. Sighing in relief, Izuku chuckled and laughed in a slightly crazed manner, letting go of all the stress that came with his bizarre dream.

Stripping the strap off of his leg, Izuku rubbed his eyes as he sighed in relief. Jumping off the bed, he slides his fingers over the tape and nods in confirmation before ripping it off and crumpling it up, and tossing it in a wastebin.

Leaving his bedroom, Izuku stumbled out into the hallway and into the kitchen. On the kitchen counter, another note, made by his mother lay on the umbrella over the morning breakfast that was set up. Rubbing his stomach in hunger, Izukuopened up the umbrella, before checking the clock. Seeing that it still would be another hour before he needed to leave the apartment, Izuku decided to turn on the living room TV and watch the Hero News to pass some time.

Turning on the news, Izuku absentmindedly chewed on his rice as he watched the new anchor come onto the screen. On the screen, a couple of news anchors were describing several new hero stats on the board, with new arrivals to the hero board introducing a new generation of heroes. They even went over some hero interviews early in the morning, as Izuku hummed as he chewed on his rice.

Getting ready for school, Izuku calmly put the dishes in the sink and began washing them. Going through his traditional morning routine, Izuku struggled with his tie once more before deciding to drop it and leave it be.

Yesterday, during the class, Power-Loader-sensei did encourage the class to bring a set of workplace clothes for the development studio, and Izuku had brought out his pair of cargo pants and sweatshirt to pack laying on his table.

As soon as Izuku got back to his room, he noted that his clothes were missing. Frowning, he checked all throughout the house, even the washing machine in hopes that his mom accidentally put them in the wash for cleaning, but nothing.

Izuku groaned as he had no more time to look for his clothes. Rushing outside for his subway, Izuku locked the door behind him before running off for U.A.

School kept going on the normal track as the different heroes started off with their daily classes. Izuku couldn't help but be a bit nervous and excited as the class period for development studios came up. It was the first class time where they could mess around with the equipment and focus on design elements for hero costume projects, or any other projects they might want to work on given that they were approved by Maijima-sensei and the school board.

Currently, they were in their lockers, instructed to change into their work clothes. Izuku fidgeted not knowing what to do with his missing clothes.

Watching the rest of the class go into their locker rooms, Izuku slipped out the back and confronted Power-Loader about the work clothes.

"Err… Sensei?" Izuku fidgeted.

Maijima-sensei looked up from his tablet, which he seemed to be grading something on. "Hm? Yes, Midoriya-san?"

Izuku played with his thumbs. "Er, I couldn't find my work clothes at home, I had them out last night but-"

Power-Loader stopped him. He looked concerned. "Are you alright Midoriya? Everyone brought their work clothes yesterday. It should be in your locker right now."

Izuku did a double-take. "Huh? But didn't you tell us to bring the clothes yesterday?"

Power-Loader lowered his tablet. "Midoriya, that was two days ago. Are you sure you are alright?"

Izuku stammered. "Y-yeah, I must have been overly excited. Thought that yesterday was a dream. Eh-hehe…" Izuku trailed off as he started panicking on the inside. This had never happened before! He never lost days before and…

Izuku shook his head. It must have been the dream from last night. It was getting to him. As Izuku walked into the locker room, he quickly located his name on the printed label on the door of the locker. Putting his thumbprint onto the locker, the door opened revealing the work clothes that he had prepared the day before.

Izuku paused. Did he really bring the clothes yesterday and just forget the day before? Or was he just overexcited? He shook his head before hurrying to put off his clothes. He was already late compared to the rest of the class.

Jogging to meet the rest of the class, they filed into the Development Studios and started heading off to their designated work areas. Izuku watched a couple of students already had something they were working on, a couple of people working on types of circuit boards and whatnot.

When Izuku got to his seat, he noted the lack of anything going on at his desk when something heavy landed on his back. A pair of arms circled around his shoulders as Izuku felt something soft nestle on his neck.

"Hey, Greenie! Have you finally thought of something to work on today?" Hatsume, the crazy girl he met on the first day of school mobbed him. "If not, why not work with me on a project! We can build so many babies together!"

Izuku stared incomprehensibly as he looked at the pink crazed girl. "What?"

Hatsume looked back at him curiously. "You know, yesterday, you looked so uncomfortable at the table and you hardly started on anything! I mean, you had so many wonderful ideas in that little notebook of yours, but you didn't start on any baby ideas! What gives? Also, where is your notebook? I want to look inside for some inspiration."

Izuku fumbled as he looked inside one of the desks for his notebook. Inside, he found a copy of his notebook: Hero Analysis No. 15 lying in the drawer. Suddenly, Hatsume leaped from his back and snatched his notebook away, and began flipping through the pages. "Um, Hatsume-san?" Izuku started.

Suddenly, Hatsume appeared right in his face. "Hmm? Greenie-kun? You want to make a baby together?" She asked.

Blushing red, Izuku stammered. "N-no! Well not right now, but could I ask you a question?"

Hatsume nodded. "Go on." She stuffed her face back into his notebook, flipping rapidly as she giggled.

"What exactly was I doing yesterday?" Izuku asked.

Hatsume looked at him in a strange way. "You talk funny. I mean, you just sat there doing nothing for the whole three hours, not even starting to design a baby. The travesty! So I took it upon myself to make sure you start those creative juices today and work on something!"

Izuku sputtered. Talk Funny? What does she mean by talk funny? "Err, thank you, Hatsum-"

Hatsume pressed her oiled-up finger (How was it already dirty? They just started the workshop class?) into his lips shushing him. "Not Hatsume, call me Mei!"

Izuku once again felt his face blush with embarrassment. "Ha-" Hatsume glared. "Mei-san, that is improper, we just met!"

Hatsume, or Mei as she wanted to be called, grinned as she waved Izuku's notebook in front of him. "Well, I want you to call me by my name since Hatsume is going to be the name of my super baby! Hatsume Industries! The best provider for all Hero needs!" She spun around. "And you, are going to be a fabulous partner, so of course I want you to call me by my name!"

She then slapped the notebook down before slapping his back. "Hop to it Greenie! The more time we talk the more time we waste on building more babies!"

Izuku sighed as he trudged back into his apartment. Once again, the place was seemingly empty, and it looked like his mother was working overtime again. Rubbing his forehead, Izuku collapsed onto the couch and groaned.

Getting his phone out, Izuku's finger hovered over the contact information that was his mother's. Hesitant to take the call Izuku shook his head as he put down his phone on the table counter. It was for the best to not distract his mom when she was working so hard for him.

Izuku, too tired to even eat dinner, stumbled into his bathroom going through the basic motions before entering his bedroom. Stretching out a roll of masking tape, Izuku carefully placed the length of tape on the edge of his door. Running his fingers along the edge of the tape, Izuku patted the edge of the door nodding to himself in confirmation that his door was 'sealed' shut.

Going through his schoolbag, Izuku noted the homework he had that day, and some basic problems about the subjects they were going over, Izuku reached into his bag to grab a couple of reference materials when his fingers brushed against the feeling of cool metal.

Confused, Izuku's fingers grasped at the object before pulling out keys that he for sure did not ever remember having. What? Izuku thought to himself. It didn't look like any house keys he's ever seen before, more accurately it looked like a key for a padlock. But he didn't remember ever owning a key to a padlock.

Turning on his desk lamp, Izuku put the key up to the light, carefully noting that the key had a tag attached to the base. Running his finger through the name printed on the tag, Izuku moved to open up his desktop.

Izuku.

Izuku jumped as he twirled around looking for the voice that came right behind his ear. There was no one in his room. No one but him.

Izuku.

The voice shifted from his right to his left, making Izuku turn around again looking for the source of the voice. "H-hello?"

Izuku. You need to stop.

Izuku slowly got up from his chair and slowly walked around the room. "W-who said that?" Izuku waited for a moment for the voice to reply to him.

You're going to get yourself in trouble.

This time the voice seemingly came through from a hollow tube, almost as if someone was speaking through a paper tube pressed right against his ear. Jerking away from the sudden voice, Izuku warily started looking around. A quirk? A voice throwing quirk to mess with me?

"Is this a quirk? Are you doing this to mess with me? I'll have you know that we've got no mon-"

Izuku, shut up. Stop looking.

Izuku now grew concerned as the voice started getting closer and closer. There was definitely something in his room that was watching him, something or someone. Izuku felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as his desk lamp began flickering.

"Okay, whoever this is, it's been a nice scare. Haha, funny prank, but you better stop now…" Izuku chuckled nervously as he continued to spin around in his room looking for the intruder.

No one came to answer Izuku as the wind, something that wasn't supposed to happen in an enclosed room, started picking up and making his belongings move around. His posters for All Might were fluttering violently and some of his notebooks which he stashed on the bookshelf started falling down. At this Izuku noped and unlocked his door to run out of his room.

"What the Hell, What the Hell…" Izuku turned to face a corner when a huge shadowy figure blocked his path scaring the living daylights out of Izuku.

"Ahhhh!" Izuku jerked up as he realized where he was. People around him stared weirdly at him making such an unprovoked sound. The subway was slowly coming to a halt as Izuku clenched his backpack close to his chest.

Wait, What? Backpack? Izuku took a moment to realize that his school backpack was clenched in his hands as he realized where he was. Flinching, Izuku curled up against himself as he didn't understand what was happening.

The regular chime of the subway rang as Izuku recognized the stop he needed to get off of to reach U.A. Scrambling off the subway, Izuku watched the moving subway car when looking through one of the windows, a man was standing there looking straight at him. A cold chill came down his spine.

"Oh my god, He's real. The dream was real." There in the window of the subway, A man with an eyepatch stood staring at Izuku with pursed lips.

Aizawa grumbled as he sipped on his morning coffee. Searching for a vigilante that was stupid was a pain in the neck. Searching for a smart vigilante was making him consider suicide. Either that or take a nap so long that it could be musically considered a comatose state.

Tsukauchi right next to him was half asleep on his desk softly snoring. The past few weeks were trying for both of them, with the addition of Aizawa having students to teach at U.A., the workload for both of them felt like it had increased tenfold.

Tapping the shoulder of Tsukauchi waking him up with a snort, Aizawa passed him a can of coffee, which he graciously accepted.

"Any eyewitness sightings of the white vigilante?" Aizawa asked.

Tsukauchi shook his head. "Nothing. Either he is really good at what he is doing or he hasn't been patrolling for a while. There were calls about a shootout going down at Urenba Harbor, but there were no bodies or anything when our guys went there so they disregarded any signs for the vigilante."

Aizawa shook his head. "Any suspects for the case?"

Tsukauchi shook his head. "We had a couple of possible suspects, but none of them matched in quirk or body type, and not to mention no actual history in fighting. It kind of looks like we're looking for someone who doesn't exist."

Aizawa sighed. "Look, let's take a walk, a break. There is no use just waiting in the office for any word about the vigilante if he isn't active right now."

Tsukauchi sighed. "Maybe it's for the best. I could use a walk to clear my mind." He paused. "How's the class? Expel anyone from the hero course yet?"

Aizawa grunted. "One. They had no drive or reason to become a hero other than it was a cool career they could put on their resume. If you aren't going to be actively trying your best then there is no reason for them to be in the hero course. I had then transferred to the general studies course."

Tsukauchi frowned. "I mean, can't you teach them the mentality? There is no need for you to expel them from the course."

Aizawa grunted. "Look, how I teach my students is my business. But, I'm telling you, we don't need heroes who won't be trying their best from the start. Maybe if he tries his hardest and succeeds in the sports festival, he could get a shot back in the class. But before then, I'm not letting them back in."

Tsukuachi shook his head.

Honestly, Moon Knight Slapped. I got into even reading the comics of Moon Knight, and I can just say that the character is an untapped wellspring for new stories.