He hummed merrily as he punched in a man's face. Ducking under a stray fist, his elbow crushed in the cartilage of the bear-fisted guy's nose.
"Is this the best you guys got?" He said, grabbing a metal pipe aimed at his head, twisting it out of the wielder's grasp. "Because this is rather disappointing for a five on one."
Izuku spun, smashing the pipe into the wielder's left side. The guy fell back, landing on a crate of trigger.
"Shut the hell up, you little bitch!" A crustacean-faced man yelled, pulling out a gun. "Let's see if this disappoints!"
Izuku shook his head in disappointment. The gun was aimed poorly, Crusty was holding it in one hand with a side grip. From where the muzzle was pointed, it would strike Izuku in the right shoulder.
Crusty shot the pistol, the sound of thunder crackling through the air. As fast as lighting, the man beside Izuku fell over, a bullet in his chest. Izuku had moved before Crusty had even pulled the trigger.
"And you just took out your last friend! Shame, really. C'mon, shoot again. Let's dance." He said, beckoning with his hand. This fool could not touch him.
"Cocky brat!" The shrimp-person hissed.
Another shot fired. Then another, and another, and another. Izuku began walking forward. "What's going to happen first? You hit me?" Another bullet missed. "I hit you?" More bullets miss. "Or your magazine runs short?"
Click, click, click! sounded from the gun, Crusty's beady eyes frantically looking around. "I guess it was option three."
Izuku finished crossing the distance between them, casually walking. Crusty stood still as a statue. "Fifteen shots and not one hit? Either I'm getting good or you're just a terrible marksman."
He grabbed the gun by the muzzle, ripping it out of Crusty's grip. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way—" Izuku held a fist in his hand. Crusty had just tried to punch him! That was pretty rude of him.
"Like hell I'll tell you what I know!" Crusty tried to pull his fist back, but unfortunately for the half-crustacean, Crusty only had a head mutation.
Izuku began to squeeze. "That was rude of you, you know? You don't just punch someone when they are trying to hold a conversation with you, it's poor etiquette."
Something wet hit Izuku's leg. Spit. "That also wasn't very nice. I'd like for you to apologize, please. I feel I've been kind and this is how you treat me?"
Beady eyes glared back. The man, clearly, was not very smart. "Fuck. You."
Izuku glared back. "Shame you had to be this way." Izuku tisked, clicking his tongue. "Now, I'd like for you to fall."
Crusty collapsed, muscles losing strength and he fell over. "What—what are you?!" The half-crustacean seemingly spasmed. "What the hell have you done to me!?"
"Hmm…" Izuku turned, looking at the crumpled forms of the lobster-man's friends. "What am I, you ask?"
He stared down at the half-lobster. "Right now? I am your god. And I am displeased."
He crouched in front of Crusty, glaring into terrified, black eyes. "And I'll judge you, as God would. I can tell you—it isn't looking good."
He shook his head sadly. "Selling drugs to kids? Was selling them to adults not enough? I see a spot in the fiery depths with your name on it; the real question is if you go there today."
Crusty screamed in terror. An illusion was put on the semi-crab, changing the world to a fiery hellscape. "No! No no no no! Please, I can't go there! I—I have so much to live for!"
"What? Like using kids?" Izuku changed the illusion, making Crusty hear millions of kids screaming and screeching at him for his sins.
"Please! Please, god! I'll do anything! Anything!" Tears pooled at the edges of the man's eyes.
Izuku grinned. "Great! So we are on the same page here. Where have you been getting trigger from? Tell the truth, the whole truth. I'll know if you lie."
Sweat poured down Crusty's neck. "I—I don't know!"
"You… don't know?" Izuku titled his head.
"I'm serious! It appears in a purple fog. The fog takes our cash and it gives us the stuff!" He seemed desperate.
"Hmm… I believe you. Very well then, this has been unhelpful." Izuku stood up, still staring at Crusty. "If you or any of your buddies do this stuff again, I will know. And I won't play nice next time. So be good."
"Right! Right! We will stop, we won't do anything like this again!"
Izuku nodded. "Great! Be good for the police when they get here." He knelt and grabbed the guy's phone, calling the cops. He then smashed his foot into the bone in Crusty's left knee, shattering it.
Then, he left. It was a shame, really. This fight hadn't been particularly entertaining—but it was still more fun than not fighting at all.
School has become extremely tedious recently. He had a perfect memory and the desire to learn—it was unshocking school would become too easy. The school day was also too calm and slow; he'd much rather fight people than sit and do pointless busy work. Unfortunately, it's not like he could drop out of school or anything. That'd be a really stupid idea.
Back to the fun stuff, he had taken some trigger with him. He wanted to see how it would interact with his sharingan—after taking safety precautions, of course. It was something he would probably have to do after he gets to UA, he just didn't have access to the right lab equipment to try and research the drug.
That was something else he wanted to do. That is, make trigger not suck. He could probably do it, the sharingan was a really good tool. Pattern recognition and memorization are key parts of intellect, so just by having it he was smarter.
Izuku paused, finding the entrance of an alleyway. He had found that he rather liked traveling by rooftop. He had watched videos of free runners a while back and copied what they could do. He had not regretted it, traveling on the y axis felt so freeing. The cold wind in his face, the lack of people, the risk of death—it was like a fight, just with no people. It even quieted the music in his heart.
He didn't even always free run just for fights. Often he'd find himself climbing because it was cathartic or to get an open place to write in his notebooks. That's what he would do at school now-a-days, he'd climb on the roof and eat and write. It also kept him away from his classmates, classmates who were fake. They wanted to be his friend now. After they had bullied and ignored him for years, now he was good enough.
It angered him, because they'd be buddy-buddy with him, usually just to get help with school work or athletics or really any other topic under the sun. And Izuku was an idiot, because he would help them. It hurt to turn them down, because it was the right thing to help others out. That's why he just tried to hide away from people—he couldn't feel bad for saying no to someone if they couldn't ask him in the first place.
That's how he had been spending the past school year; hiding from others and fighting villains. It made him pretty terrible at socializing with others. Scaring the piss out of someone in a fight was much easier than trying to talk about the weather in a normal environment. It was just one of his quirks—ha.
But, seriously, he had the social skills of a rotted kiwi. A couple weeks ago a girl had asked him to go on a date with her. It was probably one of the worst experiences of his life—her asking him, not the date(news flash, it didn't happen). He had stuttered too much when she asked him and then he just decided to… run away. He hoped she didn't get too hurt by that…
"Hello." A voice said, staring down at him from the top of the roof. Red eyes met each other.
Oh. Shit.
Izuku toppled off the roof, dodging whips that tried to hit him as he fell. Hitting the ground, he rolled into the momentum. "Oh my god! You're Eraserhead!"
The hero hit the ground only a second later. The pro gave a suffering sigh. "So… you know of me. Could you make this easy on me, then, and surrender?"
"But isn't this kinda cliche?" Izuku said, completely ignoring the man. "You're known for going after… we'll, I would exactly call myself a vigilante, but I suppose the law would? Anyways, you're so cool, but couldn't someone else have gone for me? Like—"
Izuku was cut off by a long scarf flying at his face. He dodged of course, and snagged the edge of it out of the air. "That's so, so cool! How does this work? What's it made of? Is it some mind of—"
The scarf was tugged back but Izuku just let go. "—steel alloy? Perhaps wire meshing to allow for the maneuverability?"
Izuku leaned back to dodge more scarf attacks. "This isn't working, you know. Your quirk doesn't work on me so you might wanna turn it off, it'd be boring if you got dry eye! Cmon, you're a pro! Don't disappoint!"
"Could you shut up for one second?" Eraserhead said, groaning in annoyance.
"But your things are so interesting!" Izuku said, deflecting a fist. It seemed Eraser was switching things up. "How does your quirk even work? You're eyes—"
He deflected another fist then was quickly forced to duck under an elbow. "—light up red when you use it, so it's gotta be using electromagnetism. You are like those old greek basilisks thatcausedpeopletodiewitheyecontact—"
Izuku grabbed Eraser's punch, quickly slamming a low into the man's mid thigh. The pro winced and tried to put distance between them. "—but you don't need eye contact, soitmustbeaffectingtheskin? Ormaybenot and it is affecting the—"
Izuku moved forward, preventing the hero from getting space to breathe. "—body's utilization of proteins that codeforquirkusage? Perhaps that's why it is radiation based and your quirk actually causes—"
Izuku threw a punch at Eraser's head, something that the man blocked. He did not block the knee to his gut. "—cells with abnormally high energy to die. Or maybe it is inducing apoptosis in the cells? In the end—"
As the hero forcefully exhaled, Izuku slammed a palm into his nose, breaking it. "—it probably wouldn't matter, you know? The cells die anyways, the process doesn't matter too much. That's also probably why your quirk doesn't work on mutations. Mutations don't have charged cells as—"
Eraser blindly sent a punch forward, but it was weak and unguided. Izuku caught it and twisted it, using a leg to sweep out the hero's feet. The pro fell back, hitting his head in the ground. Izuku sat on his chest. "—the quirked change has already occurred, so your quirk has nothing to seek out. Pretty interesting, I suppose. It's also why your quirk didn't work on mine, it's a semi-mutation—not a transformation, that is. The mutation always exists, it just isn't always exhibited."
Eraserhead just moaned in pain. "You're no fun, you know? This fight was the most interesting I've had in a while, but to be honest you were a terrible match up for me. And you don't like to chat during fights, you could have the decency to talk back—or even to get a hit off! You should have sent someone else like I said to do. Someone like Midnight would be really hard to fight, I'm poorly suited against her."
Eraser groaned again. He probably but his tongue, that's not good. "I can't just leave you here, can I? I'd feel bad if I did… but I can't exactly bring you to the hospital, right? Hmm…"
He propped Eraser's back to the wall, preventing blood from drowning the man. That'd be really bad. "What to do, what to do? I know! If you have a phone, raise the hand that is on the side you are keeping it!"
Eraserhead raised his left hand up. Izuku reached into the pocket and grabbed a phone out of it. Turning it one, he opened up the emergency contacts.
The top three people were Nezu, some guy called Yamada, and some girl called Nemuri. He did eeny-meeny-miny-moe and landed on Hizashi. So he called the number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Yo! Wassup Shota man! You're calling pretty late, are you good?"
Izuku clenched his throat, deepening his voice. "Eraser is not here right now. Track this location if you want to find him. He's alive, but hurt."
And then he dropped the phone, putting it on mute. He ignored the voice calling from the phone.
Getting ready to leave, he stared Eraser in the eyes. It'd be good if the man did not remember him sooo… "Sorry, Eraserhead! You're so awesome but I have to do this! Forget everything you know about me. Destroy all information you have on me as long as it doesn't get you in trouble. Forget the last five minutes and the next five… and fall asleep"
The man slumped.
Hopefully, that should be good enough. It would make it hard for this to be tracked down to him. But now he needed to hightail it out of here—this place was going to be swarming with heroes soon.
He scaled the roof in peace this time and started running due North. Wind blew into his masked face, the cool air gliding past him. The kind of mask he was wearing was a Noh Mask, which was really scary in his opinion. Combine that with his sharingan and it becomes even more creepy.
It was really the only thing hiding his identity. The other stuff he wore was a pulled up All Might hoodie and white sweatpants. For shoes he wore a ratty pair of tennis shoes—his red pair was too connected to himself to be worn out.
He'd probably have to toss the pants, though. Blood doesn't get out of white clothes very easily. Oh well, he was almost home anyways. He'd figure out what to do th—
He was flung on his back by some floating hero that he couldn't place. "Surrender, villain!"
Why couldn't this happen any other time? He was tired now, it had been a long day. "Nope."
Izuku made eye contact and the hero fell out of the sky, unconscious. Blood dribbled down his eye but it was worth it.
"Weak." Izuku said, yawning from exhaustion.
Knocking people out with his eye was painful. And tiring, very tiring. Also, he had also taken a day's worth of memories from the hero so he'd probably have a terrible headache for the rest of the night.
Oh well.
Stepping over the sleeping hero, he finished the trek home. He was not interrupted this time. Slipping into his window was easy and his bed called to him like the Siren's song. Sleep would be nice, very nice. He tossed off his mask and hopped into bed.
The bed engulfed him, soothing aching muscles. Within seconds, he was asleep.
"Izuku!" He was violently shaken awake.
He groaned and rolled over. "Just a bit longer, mom."
The covers were ripped away. "You're covered in blood! What happened, Izuku? I've been ignoring whatever it is you've been doing this past year, but I've had enough!"
He huffed and pushed himself up, sitting with his back to the bed frame. He met her eyes—they shone with concern and anger.
"Sorry for this, mom." He apologized, sighing sadly. "But you have to forget this and what I've been doing."
She blinked, seemingly just realizing where she was. "Get ready for school, Izuku! Your dad has cooked breakfast for you."
"Right, thanks!" He gave her a beaming, fake smile.
She left his room. It was time for him to burn these pants, it seemed. There was no way he could get the blood out.
At least it would only be two weeks until the entrance exam for UA. He would no longer need to search for fights, the school would provide those for him… If he gets in; but there's really no way he doesn't get in.
Well, to get out of these pants. He rolled out of bed and pulled off his hoodie, shirt, and pants. He was stripped down to his underwear.
Izuku tossed the clothes into the back of his closet and grabbed a change of underwear and his school clothes, heading to the bathroom. He needed to wash the blood out of his hair.
On the way to the shower he took a second to admire himself. He had really changed from the scrawny kid he had once been. He wasn't built like All Might, as awesome as that'd be, but he was lean-fit. He even had abs!
He should probably stop inspecting himself and get in the shower. So he did, turning the nozzle for cold water. Cold showers were the greatest, they woke you up so you were ready for the morning! It was in All Might's Guide to Fitness, which was the best fitness out there! …He might be a bit biased, but it was All Might! Of course it was the best.
Shaking his head, he entered the shower and combed through his matted hair with his fingers. He had let it grow out recently, letting it get just a little bit longer. Not shoulder length or anything, but still longer.
The water was mixed with red as dried blood washed off his skin and hair. None of it was his, of course. It sucked that blood had even gotten into his hair in the first place, considering he had a hoodie covering it. The blood must have—heh—bled through.
He finished bathing himself, applying soap and then washing it off. After drying himself he slipped on his school clothes. Then he went down stairs.
"Hey, Izuku!" His dad called out, passing him a plate of rice balls.
"Thanks, dad!" He responded, rushing to the door. He did not want to be late for class.
"Movie night tonight?"
"Mhm!" Izuku called, walking out the door. "See you later, dad. Love you!"
And he was out, leaving for school.
A.N: Sorry I took so long to update. I actually wrote most of this on Friday but wasn't finished. Then I ended up playing video games, reading, and arguing philosophy with ai(I'm not a riveting person).
Anyways, I have a question for y'all. I'm thinking about later on in the story of giving Izuku a power that has a being attached to it. Think becoming the nine tails jinchuriki(which I won't do for obvious reasons). So y'all chill with a power that has a person in it? If not, I won't do it. It will be a character from another fandom if I do so.
Last thing. I once heard that Izuku with confidence would just be male Nejire. I'm kinda trying to have him be like that, except battle hungry.