Rubbing a hand down his face Naomasa tiredly reviewed the file on his desk. It was the file on their vigilante. A vigilante that even a year later no one had ever seen. Heroes thought he didn't exist, the Commission thought that it was just a bunch of unrelated arrests. What did he think? He was pretty sure it was one person with a quirk the likes of which they had never seen before. Even the underground heroes were beginning to think he was chasing shadows.

That was until three months ago when he got a message from an unknown number. It was a location and file with details on a group of villains he had been trying to locate. It should have been impossible yet it was there. The information was accurate and on a professional level. This made him and Eraserhead wonder if their vigilante was a hero school dropout. If so which school? There were too many possibilities without a quirk to go on.

Naomasa invited Eraser into the chat with the vigilante. It was there they finally had something to call him. Zero. Over the last few months Zero had slowly begun to open up to them. Nothing they could use to tie it back to his civilian identity unfortunately. Something however was better than nothing.

Nothing they did seemed to encourage the vigilante to turn himself in. Or to even let them see him. Curiosity was eating at Naomasa to find out more about this vigilante.

The vigilante problem wasn't the only thing on his mind. Much to his and Eraser's annoyance they were being roped into Hero Week. God how he hated being roped into Hero Week. Dealing with kids was not his forte. It was why more often than not Sansa did Hero Weeks. This year however his partner was off on vacation. So it fell onto him.

Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out to check to see who wanted his attention. Speak of the devil, it was his vigilante.

Nightly AnnoyancesZero: Detective check your desk. First drawer inside the second folder. Eraser there is a rooftop to your left with coffee on it.

What the fuck?! He did as he was asked and found the strangest thing. A plain blue card with the name Zero written in silver on it. It felt warm to his touch as if it had just been printed.

Pantsonfire: What the hell Zero?Sleepyhobo: What the fuck?Zero: If you need help burn the card. I will come as soon as I can.Sleepyhobo: How would you be able to find us?Zero: I have my ways. Just trust if you need me I'll be there.Pantsonfire: How did you get into my office? I haven't left in hours.Zero: Haven't I proven I can be anywhere I want to be? Just trust that I don't mean any harm.Pantsonfire: You ever going to tell us who you are? It's been months since we started talking and you've been working as a vigilante for a year.Zero: You wouldn't believe me if I told you, detective. Nor would you believe what my quirk is. That is fine by now I'm used to it. No one has ever believed the truth about my quirk.Pantsonfire: Why wouldn't we believe you?Zero is now offline.

Well that was that. He really should have expected that reaction. Zero never answered that question. No matter how many times it was asked.

Once again Izuku was running later. Ever since he had come into his quirk it had been like this. No matter how hard he tried he was always running late or early. Never was he on time for anything.

Izuku didn't take the train or streets like a normal person to get to his school. Instead he free ran across the rooftops not allowing himself to stop for even a moment. If he was seen by those on the streets there wasn't any sounds of a reaction. Most people would think they were just seeing things.

Every rooftop allowed him to push his skills and balance to the very brink. A year of being a vigilante made him fit and reflexes strong. Izuku didnt allow his body to pause. Rolling expertly he landed on the final rooftop before the school.

Izuku used the bricks for handholds and footholds. Sliding down the wall until it was safe to let go and roll as he landed. He ran his grey fingerless gloved hands down his uniform brushing off the dust from the run.

A look at his watch told him, he had made it Aldera Middle School in record time. A light stretching to cool his muscles down would be within his time frame. He was going to do so when he heard a surprised sound from next to him.

A man stood there stunned by his appearance. He was a tall man with short, black hair and somewhat rectangular black eyes. He wore a police detective uniform, which consists of his tan overcoat and matching hat, underneath was black suit, a green tie at his neck with matching slacks, and dress shoes. Detective Tsukauchi he realized a moment later.

This man was the very same detective he spent his nights annoying. Izuku had to wonder if the man had his card. A card he had designed if burned to emit transmitter bots. They would stick onto the nearest object and would allow him to track them. So far Izuku only made two of them because getting the materials was difficult. It has taken him over a year to get the materials for two. Hopefully they wouldn't need more for a long time. Otherwise he wasn't sure he would be able to get the materials.

"Where did you come from?" Questioned the detective pulling him from his thoughts.

Izuku grinned as he said, "Sorry about that. I was practicing my parkour. Who are you?"

The man peered at him carefully then said, "You're not injured? I'm Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa with the Musutafu Police Department and will be doing Hero Week at the school."

Oh how did they pull that off? From his observations the detective didn't care for Middle School kids. He would work with second year hero students but not middle school kids.

Izuku bit his lip to stop himself from asking a bunch of questions. If he did it woukd reveal that he knew more than he should. Which would bring questions that he couldn't answer. Especially against someone with a lie detector quirk.

Tsukauchi gave him an odd look before looking at his watch. Then he asked, "Shouldn't you be getting to class?"

Izuku looked at his own watch just as the tardy bell rang. Shit he was late! He forced himself to start running towards the school.

After only a few steps he called back over his shoulder, "Bye detective."

Then he booked it to school and having to stop in the principal's office. He got a long lecture about being late constantly. This wasn't the first time he had gotten the lecture. No doubt it wouldn't be the last. Then he was allowed to head to class with a pass.