AN at bottom

Becoming a vigilante after deciding to be one was quite simple. I got a cool outfit from another shady store in a back alley that matched my mask, and that was that.

The outfit was a skin-tight black turtleneck bodysuit with shorts and a jacket so I felt less… exposed (I know that technically I was completely covered, but people could still see my curves, even if they were practically non-existent, and it made me uncomfortable, so obviously I needed a jacket to cover my chest and shorts to cover my butt).

The Jacket was the same purple as my mask and had gold buttons, and the shorts were black with Gold seams, so overall it matched perfectly, and I looked like a real vigilante.

Then, all that was left was to save people. And so I did. It was honestly quite simple. I would throw on my costume, head up to the roof, and find someone to save, then once I beat up the villain, I would see what I could get from the person.

As I saved more and more people, I learned more about them in general. Such as, if I saved 10 people, 2 would be happy and excited to be saved by a vigilante. 3 would be scared that I was a vigilante, but still grateful that I helped them. 1 would dislike that I was a vigilante, but still be grateful for me saving them. And 4 would probably have rather died than be saved by me.

Most importantly, I've found that out of these four groups of people, I would be most likely to get money or a snack from the first two, either because they like me, and were grateful, or they were scared I would do something to them (either way, I get food so it's a win win).

Although there were many fun perks to being a vigilante, Their were still some things that annoyed me, such as when heroes would try to catch me.

I don't have anything against heroes, I think they do good by catching and stopping villains. However, I don't see why they have to stop vigilantes as well, like I'm just going about my day, saving some people, when all of a sudden.

BOOM!

Some small-time hero looking for some fame attacks me, and I have to chuck them into a wall. This of course always makes me feel so guilty because… well, they just wanted to get famous, and I was getting famous without even trying (I'm surprised my mom hasn't found out what I was doing yet ngl).

Aside from getting food, my favorite part of being a vigilante was meeting the other vigilantes and hanging out with them, like I was currently doing.

It was me and a vigilante called Dust Bomb because he could turn into dust. We were currently sitting on the edge of the UA stadium to watch the sports festival (although we were talking more than actually watching).

"-and honestly I don't get why they called me Sandman at first, like sand is a completely different size compared to dust."

I nodded along to his words, eating popcorn. I had my mask down so I could eat, and Dusty (as I called him) had his own mask in the pocket of his suit.

I paused in my eating to talk, "yeah, they called me cyclone at first, and like, my quirk literally deals with psychokinetics, they finally realized and started calling me Psychic, and that is much better, but what is up with the heroes and people giving us such crappy names?"

I started eating again as he fell into another rant, "yeah, I don't understand why heroes even give us names, like if they care so much about getting rid of vigilantes, why can't they just send out someone to detain us right away instead of giving us names, then telling everyone to be wary of us."

I finish my popcorn and stuff the bag into my coat jacket, "I guess that they don't want to waste people to get rid of other people helping them get rid of villains." I shrug and stand up, stretching.

He sighs and stands up, "Well, it's lunch time right now, and I think I could catch a few villains while we wait for the next half to start."

I nod, "I'll see you in a bit."

He nods, putting on his mask as he jumps to the ground, his legs disintegrating just before hitting the ground so they wouldn't break. I watched him for a bit before putting my own mask on and stepping out onto a hand.

As the hand lowered me to the ground, I debated whether to eat lunch or defeat a few villains. In the end, I decided to beat some villains, because I needed to burn off some calories so I could eat more as I watched the rest of the festival.

After Beating up some guy with a shark head who was stealing from a store, I headed back to the stadium, and went to sit where I had before. I sent a hand down to bring Dusty up, and we sat back down.

I handed him a bag of chips that the guy at the store had given to me along with a slice of pizza (which I already ate) in gratitude for saving him.

Dusty started eating, and I silently watched the UA students do some small activities before the tournament.

Dusty handed me the empty chip bag and i stuffed it into a pocket before he asked me a question, "Hey Psychic, why did you become a vigilante, because I did because I wasn't accepted to any hero schools, but I still wanted to help people, so I resorted to vigilantism, but I don't know your reason."

I shrugged, "I wanted food."

Their was a bout of silence before Dusty spoke again, clearly confused, "No, your real reason."

I blinked at him, "That is my real reason, some villains kept stealing my food so I beat them up, then I helped some lady and she gave me money, and I realized I could just get food by beating up some villains and getting money from people I saved."

Dusty looked at me for a second, before bursting out laughing, almost falling off the roof in the process. "Gosh Psychic, that's hilarious, man."

He took a few deep breaths then managed to stutter out, "you could have become a hero you know, they pay you a lot more."

I place my hand on my chin, thinking. "Oh… wow, I'm really dumb…"

He burst out laughing again, and I had a psychic hand stop him from actually falling off. "Oh. They started the battles already."

He climbed back up to sit next to me, as we actually watched the battles.

AN: Sooo… Going to integrate her into the story eventually… maybe. But yeah, if you have any questions about literally anything, just tell me.

Also, please ignore my crappy grammar, even I know it's bad, and I am trying to get better (curse my small brain).

– Kyra