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["Over phone speech"]

"Speach"

-thoughts/inner monolog-

'Flashback speech'

"Protocol 1-3."

Blaring over the radio came ["ARE YOU CRAZY!"]

"No, I am not, this is perfectly reasonable."

["IT IS SO NOT!"]

"Here, let me say it differently, I call for protocol 1-3 under clause 6."

["YOU CAN'T CALL FOR CLAUSE 6, YOU AREN'T DYING!"]

"You might want to reread clause 6, it says about to be killed or captured."

["You aren't gonna be captured if we can help it, I call for clause 3."]

Izuku groans in exasperation "Clause 3 can only be called if an Adequate number of operatives are available and as you and Tinkerer are the only available operatives, clause 3 is void."

["Me and Tinkerer are adequate to deal with Eraserhead!"]

"No, you aren't. Now initiate protocol 1-3."

["Tch, whatever, beginning protocol 1-3"]

The moment Eraserhead blinks he finds his capture tool shredded as he himself gets sent flying into a wall before he activates his quirk again, however he is surprised when the daggers in his opponent's hands don't dissipate

"C'mon, let's continue this dance, it's getting fun."

"You're crazy, and why are your daggers still here?"

Izuku laughs slightly "the first thing may be true but as for the daggers, they are made of my own blood."

Eraserhead nods then sprints at Izuku preparing for a fist fight, he swipes his opponent's legs but the boy jumps then attempts to deliver a kick to the Hero's head and misses before getting a kick to the chest for all his trouble. He tumbles back then springs forward and feigns a leg sweep before punching him square in the face, sent staggering back, Eraserhead tries to gain his bearings but his legs are sweeped. Planting a foot on Eraserhead's neck, he speaks "Damn, I didn't think you'd fall for that, you getting sloppy on me Eraser?"

Eraserhead flings Izuku off him before cuffing him

"We'll find out everything about Spectre from you"

"Ha, you're too late for that, I had all important memories erased by Neuro and all internet ties have been completely destroyed by Techno. You won't find anything."

"Yeah, we'll see about that

They had scoured his memories and phone records for hours but had found no hints about identities, locations, or quirks "What did you do!?"

"Me? Nothing. I simply called for protocol 1-3."

"What does that mean!? What is protocol 1-3!?"

The white haired boy cleaned his ears out "Can Eraser get back in here? At least he was fun."

The detective locked his brown eyes with the red ones of the vigilante "Will you answer him?"

"Most questions."

"Fine. I'll go get Eraserhead then."

The detective left the room and Izuku closed his eyes, focusing, it was really hard to activate blood sense while he had these damn quirk restrainers on but he got it nonetheless and sensed two people approaching the interrogation room door. A smug grin grew on Izuku's face as Eraserhead entered the room "Hey, Eraser, I've missed you oh so much."

"Shut up, kid"

"Then ask your questions."

"Ok, first, where did you learn how to fight?"

"Shooting for another bust? Well, in all honesty, I learned through three years of field combat and spars."

"What is the identity of the vigilante Analyst?"

"I don't know."

"But you worked with them."

"Yep."

"Whatever, what is the average age of your operatives?"

"No clue."

"How do you not know?"

"It was none of our concern, if they were older than ten then they could join."

"Ok, then how did you change your appearance?"

Izuku pulled a strand of white hair down in front of his eye "this wasn't deliberate."

"What happened then?"

"The hair change is Marie Antoinette syndrome and the eyes are due to an incident I refuse to speak on."

"Marie Antoinette syndrome? Why were you so stressed?"

"The early days of Spectre were a bitch."

"Ok, why is the organization named Spectre?"

"The name is derived from the latin word spectare, meaning to watch."

Izuku's hand were interlocked and his arms were propped up by his elbows while he kept his analytical and calculating gaze on the erasure hero, making said hero feel as if his very soul was being analyzed and picked apart, it unnerved the hero slightly. "Uhh, hello, earth to Eraser."

"What is it, problem child."

Izuku let out a short chuckle and said "Sorry, you were just staring off into space but I do have a question for you."

"Shoot."

The vigilante hero's eyes gained a slightly malevolent glint "I'm your problem child now? Aww, that's just adorable."

Before the hero could speak in response the vigilante had an arm draped around him as he shouted to the one way mirror "get a picture of this!"

Eraserhead shrugged off the arm and izuku walked back to his seat as he spoke "caption that one Eraserhead and his problem child… and send it to Present Mic"

Eraserhead attempted to reign in his surprise as Izuku sent him a knowing smirk and Eraserhead cleared his throat before speaking "Well Midoriya-"

He was cut off by Izuku "Double-check your file, because that's not correct."

As the vigilante spoke in his calm and calculated voice, Eraserhead not only noticed the malice coming off the boy in waves but also the silent warning 'call me that again and I'll end you' so he grabbed the boy's file and instead of the boy's last name as Eraserhead knew it to be, instead it said 'Izuku Spectare'... "Spectare?"

"Yeah, but call me by my first name… after all, I'm your problem child."

Eraserhead groaned in exasperation -I'm never gonna live that down am I-

"Anyway, why did you become a vigilante?"

Izuku's calculating red eyes narrowed on Eraserhead who had to fight the urge to shift in his seat beneath the cold, emotionless gaze of the teen, this only confused him further, not only because most vigilantes are happy to spout about their ideals and delusions about heroes but also based on the way the kid acted before he expected some sort of half-answer or snark however the kid's emotions completely evaporated at the question and now he was seemingly analyzing Eraserhead's very soul, as if the question was asked with hostility or ill intent, the boy then chose to speak, he simply and coldly said "None of your business."

"Answer the question or we'll get permission to extract it."

After Eraserhead finished he was slammed violently against the wall and as he looked up he saw the boy with glowing red eyes and the broken chains of his cuffs dangling uselessly as his cold, unemotive eyes dug into the hero "I said no."

His eyes stayed cold and calculating as the hero spoke after a cough "Alright."

Ha, bet you were expecting something else this chapter, weren't 'cha, well to goddamn bad… Anyway, sorry for the delay and thanks for the support.