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Okay, so I didn't mean to become a vigilante. In fact, I never even wanted to, it just sort of happened.

One day I was just walking down the street, eating a snack I had gotten just moments before when all of a sudden, BOOM, a villain blasted through the wall of a building right next to me, and dashed away.

Now, this normally wouldn't have bothered me, and it didn't, until I went to take another bite of my snack.

And it was gone…

That's right. That MOTHER F-ER OF A VILLAIN STOLE MY SNACK!

And I couldn't just let that go, so I ran after him. And when I caught up (ngl he was really slow, I mean usually if you decided to become a villain you would like work out and get buff and stuff, right, like if a 15 year old can catch up to you while running down the street then you need a new profession) I simply activated my quirk and slammed him into the ground with a psychic hand.

Then I went to grab my snack, and HE HAD CRUSHED IT UNDERNEATH HIS BODY (okay, so mayyyyybe I was the one who smashed him into the ground, but like what else could I do, and i thought he would be smart enough to protect my snack, but instead he just let it get crushed, like who does that).

And then I walked back to my bag and to my house and forgot all about it.

UNTIL IT HAPPENED AGAIN! LIKE WHY DO VILLAINS JUST WANT TO ROB ME OF MY SNACKS!

Thankfully, I didn't crush it this time and actually got to eat it. But I did accidentally take the villain down in front of a police station while using my quirk without a license and so I had to bolt down the street while putting my snack away and dodging several birds that flew into my face.

Oh, and would you look at that, I was on the news that night because apparently some video of me smacking the guy with 'air' went viral, and although they (thankfully) didn't see my face clearly in the video, I'm sure that if you knew me well you could tell it was me.

And they also dubbed me a vigilante (which honestly I couldn't care less about because I would probably never fight another villain again unless they stole my snack again).

OH YEAH, BUT GET THIS, THEY DUBBED MY VIGILANTE NAME TO BE "CYCLONE" BECAUSE I USED 'AIR' TO FIGHT THEM! LIKE OF ALL THE NAMES YOU COULD CHOOSE, YOU CHOOSE THAT ONE, I WOULD BE HAPPIER WITH THE NAME "DINE AND DASH". LIKE IT DIDN'T EVEN MATCH MY QUIRK! `

*cough* *cough* (sorry about that little rant)

Anyways, after that incident, I decided to bring a mask to cover my face with if any villains stole my food again (this was mainly so that I wouldn't get yelled at by my mom for not telling her that I was a vigilante, like I know she wouldn't care but still, it's not like I wanted to be one either, and it would be worse if she knew).

It was a pretty mask though, it covered the bottom half of my face from the nose down and was a deep purple color that matched my eyes with black and gold gems decorating it. I got it from a random junk store in a back alleyway for really cheap sooo…

I just started carrying that in my backpack, never expecting to ever use it.

UNTIL I DID!

It was just a random rainy day and I was hiding my snack underneath my hood so that it wouldn't get wet, when all of a sudden…

BAM!

Some guy banged into me, and my snack fell to the ground. And well… It was already a crappy day, what with the rain and the fact that my contacts were dry and I had a GIANT pimple on my chin that had randomly appeared.

And so I did what was only logical. I grabbed the mask and shoved it on my face, then joined some small-time hero that I forgot the name of, in chasing the guy.

The hero must have been pretty confused, because they looked at me weird and they were going to ask me something before they slammed face first into a metal pole (that kids, is why you always keep your head up, and eyes forward while running, not only so you're faster, but also so you don't smack into poles, or in my own personal experience, birds).

The villain was getting ahead though, so I had a psychic hand lift me up and chuck me at them. And I landed on their head and smashed them into the ground, and well, they didn't get knocked out this time (gotta give it to them, i would never be able to survive being hit by a 120 pound teenager in the head, and then smashing into concrete) but despite still alive and breathing, they must have been hurt a little, because, my gosh, they were mad.

So mad that they literally punched me across the street. Thankfully I stopped myself with a psychic hand and had little injuries, but they were still coming towards me, so naturally, I smashed them into the ground with a psychic hand.

Multiple times.

No, like 30 times, in a row, and they finally passed out. And gosh was I tired. And so I quickly ran back to my bag and coat that I had somehow discarded, and hid under my hood and ran back home, still mourning the loss of my 2nd snack in the span of 2 weeks.

I had hoped it would end there, but I got hungry that very night and so I went to a store nearby to grab some food. I was wearing my mask because my face was cold, as well as a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black leggings, and bright purple slippers (i didn't want to get socks on, but my feet were cold so I just grabbed those).

I was just about to enter the store when I heard a scream from across the street. So I turned to look and LO AND BEHOLD, SOME DOUCHEBAG OF A VILLAIN WAS TRYING TO STEAL A LADY'S PURSE.

And I had already said that I wasn't going to be a vigilante, so I tried to ignore it, UNTIL THE LADY SCREAMED, "I'M GONNA STARVE TO DEATH."

And well, I knew that pain all too well (after all, I've had to starve twice after leaving school, including today), and so I decided that I might as well help her (she might give me some money as a reward, and with money I can buy more food).

So I dashed on over to them, and just as the Villain got the purse out of the lady's hands, I grabbed the purse from him and smacked him into the wall.

Then after making sure that he was unconscious, I turned back to the lady to give her her purse back. She smiled at me and said, "well thank you for that, how could I ever pay you back."

I blinked, "well, you could give me some money or buy me a snack or something."

She looked confused for a second, but just dug into her purse and pulled out a chocolate bar, handing it to me, "uhm, here you go then?"

I grabbed the chocolate bar, my mouth already watering, I shouted a quick, "THANKS." Then I dashed off again, clutching the bar in my hand.

And as I was running back to my house, a thought came to my mind, I could be a vigilante and get rewards from all the people I saved, I could buy all the food in the world (I could have just gotten a real job like my mom wanted me to, but I have school so that wouldn't work very well, and I didn't really want a job in general if i had to spend hours actually doing stuff, I figured it would be easier just to beat up some villains and get stuff from the victims).

It was that day that I decided to be a vigilante, not for the noble or elegante reasons like avenging my family (I literally have the best family, like sure my dad is dead, but my mom is the best so it's a win win) or changing hero society, but purely so I could get the rewards from people, food and money for food, because food was life.

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AN: Well hello there all you fellow people. This is my first ever fanfic and I know the grammar is trash, but try to bear with me.

I mainly wrote this because I was bored and this seemed like a fun Idea, so If you like it then please review, and if you hate it or have any ideas how to fix it, please tell me (well not if you hate it, please don't tell me if you hate it or I will have a mental breakdown and start crying and hate myself and never create another fanfic again).

And finally, if you have any questions. Ask me. And I will answer (or I'll just disappear for months bc I gave up on life once again)

– Kyra (Aka the author of this horrific ff)