A/N: I kinda regret having Saul in this story because it is very hard to write someone funnier than you. So if his dialogue seems strange, that's why. Same goes for Walter, a character can only be as smart as the writer. Honestly all of their dialogue might seem off, that's cause i'm bad at writing. You'll also notice I cycle through the same few words, so sorry

"What the fuck do you mean nothings changed? Pardon my french." Saul exclaimed, he knew Walter was insane but he didn't think he would be this far gone!

"Yea Mr. White, did you hit your head or some shit on the way down?" Jesse agreed, how could they start a life of crime if the police had superpowers? Or if the competition could set them on fire? Even Walter's genius couldn't carry them through this. "Or did your age finally catch up with you, and you forgot what we just read?"

"I am not senile Jesse, I remember how Heroes were so effective that the entire drug trade has essentially been shut down. I remember how the populace's standards for quality meth have fallen so much that they're accepting drugs with a purity below 20%. I remember how competition will be virtually non-existent." Walter spun around in his chair, typing something into the search bar too quickly for the others to see. "I mean look at this," on screen was a recent article covered head to toe with graphs and statistics. "They've cut drug enforcements budget by 48%!"

"Mr. White, we have a chance to start over, live new lives, and you want to get back into crime?!" Jesse exclaimed, questioning The Cook's sanity like Saul. Jesse didn't understand why Walter was so determined to be the best at meth. Jesse remembers when they first started, it was simple, they cooked and got money. They weren't being hunted by Gus, weren't constantly dealing with psychos.

Walter looked at Jesse like he was stupid. "You do realize we don't have a choice? We don't have anything to start a new life with." No connections, no fake IDs, hell, what would he even work as? It's not like he had his teaching license here.

"Okay but what about the equipment? We don't have the stuff we need to cook."

"Don't worry about it, I know how to get it."

Jesse couldn't help but worry.

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Ogino Toshio stood behind the counter of his small corner store, tasked with the seemingly endless job of wiping down the counter. No matter what he did the glass never seemed to stay clean.

Despite the tediousness of the task, it did bring a bit of pride knowing that he alone was responsible for his success. Sure, it may have been small, and didn't have much business, it was his dammit. He reminisced the times he would struggle, knowing damn well it would pay off.

It was small, 3 aisles, a small bathroom and a janitorial closet took up the entire 20 feet square building. It had snacks, toiletries and a few essentials in case someone nee-

DING

He was cut off by the door chime, and he immediately set on edge by who walked in.

Sure he didn't know them, nor did he consider himself discriminatory, but the man who walked in rung alarm bells.

Well, more like kid. Walking in with an oversized coat, light stubble, his walk told all who looked that he was a hoodlum, through and through. The air around him screamed 'I am going to shoplift a Pringles can and show you an obviously fake ID to sneak beer and there's nothing you can do about it.' Punks like him were bad for business.

Thinking it was best to keep an eye on the kid, especially now that he had gone behind the aisles next to the broom closet, he activated his quirk, a simple X-Ray quirk the had an effective range of 20 feet, the exact length of his store. Nobody has ever shoplifted here, and nobody wil-

DING

'DAMMIT, WHAT NO- ooh a customer.' This man was much more presentable, with a nice, if scuffed, suit and slicked back hair. Even if he looked like a sleaze-bag.

The man walked up to the counter, blocking the hoodlum, out of sight and out of mind. As the man began asking about the lottery tickets and tobacco behind Ogino, he deactivated his quirk, forgetting about the 20 year old in the corner.

Jesse looked over his shoulder and saw that the… clerk? Owner? Whatever, the guy was sufficiently distracted trying to piece together Saul's broken Japanese, unable to tell if he was asking about copper shit thrones or the vapes behind him.

With Saul keeping him busy, he opened the janitors closet and found their holy grail, the mop and it's bucket. Bucket and mop in hand, he did his best to walk to the door inconspicuously, even including the innocent whistle for added effect. As soon as the door opened and the bell chimed, he made a mad dash back towards the Cadillac parked nearby.

"Oh hey would ya look at the time, I'm late for my, uhh…, thing. Okayseeyabye!" Saul said in perfect Japanese as he made a similar mad dash like Jesse back to the car. Ogino stood there confused at his sudden mastery of his language until he saw the broom closet cracked open and a dirty water trail leading to the door and beyond. He threw open the door and "WHO THE FUCK STEALS A MOP??????"

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"Why exactly did we steal a mop Mr. White?" Jesse nagged. "Like honestly? What the fuck?" He didn't really think too hard on it before, when the chemist first asked, but now he realized the ridiculousness of it.

"How did we get our first set of lab equipment Jesse?" Walter asked, but had no intention of waiting for the kid's answer, not after the copper incident. "I grabbed spares from the school. And that is precisely what we're gonna do again."

"So what, you plan on walking in, like some elderly creep? Think that'll go over well?"

"That's why we have the bucket" Saul interrupted, "if there's anything I've ever learned being a con-man, just acting like your supposed to be somewhere can get you far kid." Saul explained. He'd seen people just walk into a Walmart with a yellow vest and walk out without paying. Hell, he did it himself too. "Walter will act like a janitor, cause let's be honest, between you and me we don't seem like the type to be allowed near schools."

"What?!" Jesse asked, getting whiplash from the last statement.

"Get into the supply closet and get what we need and presto, it's over." Saul continued, not even acknowledging what he just said.

"I'm also the only who knows what we actually need" Walter added.

It was only now Jesse realized they weren't driving back to the river.

"Yo, where are we going?"

"To get the supplies, we just told you" Walter grumbled.

"We're not gonna prepare or anything?" Jesse asked incredulously.

"Hey, no time like the present" Saul assured, confident. Okay, confident wasn't the right way to describe it, more of an acceptance that the result wouldn't change no matter how prepared they were.

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Walter was lost.

This school was a confusing maze with no exit it seemed. He was reminded of medieval castle streets, meant to be so convoluted and messy that it would slow an invasion. Whatever, a thought to entertain later.

Right now, he needed to find a sign with a specific marking on it. Normally he wouldn't have a clue on what marking to look for, but Jesse had given him some tips and clues.

He saw a small kid walk past him, with wild, bushy green hair, bright green eyes and… well that was about it. He was pretty bland. Not to say ugly, but he looked like if you were to average every child's face and slap on green. Though his freckles were perfectly symmetrical. Weird.

Fuck it.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find the supply closet would you?" Walter inquired, beginning to regret speaking up.

"Sure, let me take you there." The green student offered. Well, that was probably what he was trying to say, but it was hard to tell due to the excessive amounts of stuttering and shaking.

"Thanks." Walter responded, recognizing the kid was probably bullied. After all, he had seen his fair share as a teacher. Was he going to step in? No. Why risk it for some random kid?

As he followed him, and as the route took longer and longer, he became very aware of his lack of ID tag, and hoped the kid wouldn't notice. He began thinking of possible excuses in case he was a lot more observant than he thought. Did they have ID tags?

Well maybe he was being a bit too anxious. His own students *cough Jesse cough* wouldn't have noticed if Obama himself held the door open to class for them. They were too focused on girls and football, and anything but the homework.

As Midorya led the janitor down the hallway, he began to think, Why would a janitor need directions? Don't they get training and a tour for this?

"U-um Mister? A-are yo-you new here?"

"Yeah actually, I was just hired yesterday. I haven't quite gotten it all memorized." Hopefully that would stave off the kids suspicions. At least for now. The moment he disappeared and didn't arrive tomorrow the jig would be up.

"D-don't they sh-show you arou-around?" Midorya asked getting more fearful that this man wasn't an actual janitor.

"Oh they did, I'll be honest with you kid, I'm getting old. I got… Parkinson's" Walter lied, coming up with the first illness he could think of, trying to force a situation where it would be rude and awkward to ask questions. This kid was asking too many of them.

"The treatments cost money, so I had to get out of retirement." He wasn't that old, but teenagers seem to think 50 is ancient. "Can't remember too good anymore."

"I-I'm sorry s-sir." Midorya felt horrible for thinking this poor man was a villain. He probably shouldn't ask anything more and bring up anything hurtful.

They continued their walk in silence. It always seemed that his traveling ended in silence Walter though.

"H-here you g-go sir!" The student said, arriving to a stop in front of a rather small door. The door bore the marks Jesse said it would, he doesn't know how he missed it.

"Alright kid, you should probably head back to class." Walter said, trying to get rid of the tag-along.

"O-of course!" Midorya didn't correct him and say it was lunch. He didn't want to remind the poor man of his illness. He ran back to the cafeteria.

As Walter waited for him to leave his sight, he immediately set upon trying to open the door. It was locked for obvious reasons.

He looked to his left, then to his right. Nobody around. He then kicked down the door. Something he learned from the late Mike.

Normally, he would've tried to sneak in, and tried to leave as little evidence as he could behind. But it's not as if he had to hide as Walter anymore. He didn't even exist. They could report him and they would never be able to find him.

The supply 'closet' couldn't even be called a closet. It was the size of a classroom, filled to the top with, well, supplies.

He opened his phone and called Jesse,

"Found what we need, get ready to pick me up."

A/N: So I tried to have it switch between Walt's and Izukus POV. Don't think it went well but I don't care at this point.I don't know why I said sleaze bag either, my hands did that not me.

I may write a Transformers x Rising of the Shield hero fic, where Sentinel Prime is summoned. None exists and I need one. I guess that's why I write these, there wasn't a BB x MHA one nor a Real Steel x MHA one. No one will write them so I have to.

Oh and I intend to make a chapter for The WRB soon. I don't have a plan but I have a plan to make a plan.