"What the fuck is this shit!?"
"Jelly pouches-"
"I mean why the hell is there so many!? Are you living on these?"
"... Yes. Cooking proved to be inefficient. They provide-"
"It's a shitty ass protein drink and energy drink mixed into a jelly slop, man! This ain't real food! I'm hurt, man, I'm hurt."
"Doesn't matter, it provides enough for what I do."
"Right, and clearly you hate yourself. What else do you got in here..."
"Stop rummaging- stop throwing things! Oi!"
"Tch, I'll show ya how to really cook something!"
Okay, background. I stumbled upon Aizawa's abhorrent stash of jelly pouch things, which I took obvious offense to due to my background in the culinary arts.
What was I making? Just an omelette. Well, not just any other omelette, especially if it's made by me! While Aizawa rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, I got to cooking.
You see, me and Aizawa always encounter each other when we're out and about in the night, even sometimes beating up on people together. Based off my experience with him so far, it was that he was a very secluded person, mostly mentally. He's an okay guy, once you get past his rather disgruntled looks and bloodshot eyes. He even let me use his capture scarf (Without any permission)!
I also learned how much he valued his students. Albeit, he didn't say it directly, but I could tell he does, something I could admire...
~~~~~
"So you just sit around and wait for something to happen?"
"If you're bored, then leave." He said tersely.
"Well damn why can't I just hang with a friend of mine?"
"Friend..." He scoffed at that.
"What? We live together now, surely we're more than acquaintances!" I said, dangling my feet over the roof me and him were sitting on.
"..."
"Heh, and besides, if loud ass Yamada can be your friend, then so can I, right?" I teased.
"Whatever..."
"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, how is that teaching stuff going?"
"Why the curiousity?"
"Well, I ought to be curious about the stuff that goes on in the top hero school in the nation."
"... The kids have potential, all of them. Some are closer to reaching it then others."
"Well, it's different for different people, I suppose. Isn't the sports festival coming up?"
"Yeah, we bulked up our security just in case, though. We can't let our guard down like that again." He said, referring to USJ. Currently I was still able to hold my laughter due to seeing Aizawa's still mummy form.
"Dude, are you sure your eyes are okay?" I asked, my head on my fist.
"I'll live, there's too much going on to be worried about that."
"You can say that again..."
"... Do you know anyone else?"
"Any who else?"
"My students."
"Ah, Mina, Kirishima, the little brat, and that Midoriya kid. That's really about it." He threw a glance at me, noticably calmer.
"You seem good with kids."
"I've always been like that."
"What do you think of Midoriya?"
"Nervous guy, really timid, but a real smart one, I can tell. Apparently he's Quirkless. Surprised he made it to your class."
"You don't know? Apparently he was a late bloomer, and got a hell of a quirk to boot."
"You don't say? Well damn, I guess shit did turn out for him."
"It would've if he didn't keep breaking his bones if he breathed the wrong way..."
"Heh, sounds about right..."
"How about Bakugo?"
"Well, aren't you talkative tonight!"
"... Tch, you loosened me up." He grumbled out.
"That's what I'm best at! Anyways, that Bakugo kid was a piece of work, spent every sentence yelling his lungs off." I said, recounting that encounter with him and his family.
We both say still for a moment, letting the cool night air caress our bodies as we stay diligent, our ears open for anything suspicious.
"Mendoza. Do you have any family? A sibling?"
"You know I love you, Jason."
"it's either us or them, dude. We'll make it work!"
"Jason, you weren't supposed to know..."
"I'm sorry."
I immediately froze, memories rushing through my mind as I tried to reign myself back. I can tell he said it as a general question, but damn it, Aizawa!
"I... Hah..."
"Mendoza!? I apologize, I didn't mean to stumble on anything I shouldn't have." He said to me with a slight look of remorse.
"No, man, I'm good..."
"No, I'm alright. Its old news, y'know. It just... It just happened, y'know? Just don't worry about it." I wasn't exactly being the most clear with whatever I was talking about, still reeling from that rush of memories. Today ain't the day for trauma dumping.
"I'm sorry." He looked disappointed in himself.
"Don't worry about it. You can pay me back by taking me to get some ramen!"
"... Fine."
~~~~~
I gently scoop out the omelette onto the plate, the bright green garnish and the green onions along with other ingredients mixed in contrast the vibrant yellow color of the cooked egg.
"Now, try some real food for a change."
"..." He got out of his slumped position as he lumbered towards the table where the hot meal sat. He got his fork, slicing a little chunk off and brought it to his mouth. He chewed on it slow.
His tired eyes slowly glided towards mine, before taking another bite.
"It's good..."
"Huh? I didn't quite catch that!"
"It's good." He said as he got up to get ready for UA.
"Good to know, how does it feel actually esting sometimes for once?"
"..."
"Right, you might as well get outta here now, it's practically time." He groaned at that thought. He looked at the unfinished meal before picking it up.
"I'm taking this with me."
~~~~~
[3rd Person]
As Aizawa was fighting off the children from stealing his breakfast, Jason left as soon as Aizawa did. The reason being was that he was called in for something.
He glanced at his phone, the first call to action since the whole thing started.
It was a request for help in the raid of a supposed small time drug circle, he would be debriefed today as it said. It was annoying taking orders, he thought, but he didn't mind shutting down drug dealers.
He meanders throughout the city,taking his time as he arrives at the agency to meet up at.
His fingers trace the red inked label which read:
Nighteye Agency
Jason didn't know much about this place and the hero who it's based off of, so he was going in kind of blind. He had his Kusarigama just in case.
He rang the doorbell as the speaker attached to it crackled before a voice spoke through.
"Profeta. Come in." The door unlocked itself as Jason stood slightly bewildered.
He walks inside as he-
"He's upstairs!"
Jason glanced to his left to see... A face? In the wall? He slowly blinked, trying to make sense of whatever he was looking at.
"... Thanks?"
"No problem!" Before he sunk back in? Jason just stood there, very confused, before pushing that aside and venturing upstairs.
He comes up on a large door, most likely yo a big room. He racks the door with his knuckles.
"Come in."
He lets himself in as he sees the supposed Nighteye, and Kamui Woods?
"What's poppin?" Excellent first impression.
Nighteye stared quizzically at the man as Kamui Woods greeted the man.
"Hello, Gran Profeta, the name's Kamui Woods, but you can call me Shinji Nishiya off duty. I don't think I have heard of you before..."
"Well, I guess you could say I'm new around here-"
"I didn't want you to be here." The bespectacled man spoke up.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Nighteye stood up, scanning Jason from head to toe.
"It was actually the HPSC who spoke up and stuck you with us... Usually that never happens at all."
Was this a test? Jason thought so. The HPSC must be testing him by assigning him with this group here.
"How long have you been a hero?"
"Not much of a hero, but maybe about a good week." Jason said honestly.
"Not much of a hero? So what, you disregard the term of a hero, do you also slack off as well? Taking the term lightly?" Nighteye said quizzically.
"The term doesn't make a hero a hero, y'know." Jason stood his ground.
"Hmph, whose to say you wouldn't be a liability? Is the Committee challenging me by forcing me to take a weak link into something like this? I wonder, truly, because I see not a single ounce of heroism within you!" His glare immediately hardened after that last statement.
"Not even a chance huh? I just got here! Besides, do you think they would be that stupid to send in an unqualified bastard to pick up after you guys? Hero or not, this shit needs to be taken care of."
"You grow more foolish with each sentence you utter... This isn't some joke, no game, and not a quick ride to fame!"
"Please, I know that. You think I give a damn!? Why are you being so hard on me anyway?" He glared even harder as Jason. Kamui was off to the side with wide eyes, watching the whole debacle.
"Your eyes."
"Really?"
"There's not a single shimmer of light in those dark eyes of your's. Not once was there a glimpse of peace, or hope!"
"I never said I was a hero."
"Then what are you?"
"I dunno, but I am far from your big ol idol." He said, throwing a glance at some of the All Might memorabilia.
His glare continued.
"I'm just a guy that wants to save lives, and make people happy. That's it. I'm a simple guy, I don't care about money, fame, how I look to others, how I act! I'm the fucking prophet, and I will act as such, I ain't one of those pathetic heroes who put on a mask and do it to fill their pockets!" Jason halted himself before he could go further into his rant. He said what he needed to say though.
"So sure of yourself..."
"Damn right I am!"
The man pushed up his glasses once more. The tension in the room lessens slightly.
"My quirk, foresight, allows me to see into the future."
Jason was intrigued. It was a long time since he met someone who could see through time. So before Nighteye could continue his belittlement...
"Heh, I bet you could win the lottery with that type of quirk. You could buy all the All Might merch in the world!"
The bespectacled man halted. His hands slowly covering his mouth as the slightest of twitches could be seen. Jason didn't even mean anything by it. He simply noticed the amount of merch scattered about everywhere.
Nighteye...
"There."
"Hah?"
"I saw it, just now."
Found it funny.
"Don't start with this shit..."
"Passion, pure unadulterated desire and passion."
"Tch..."
He wiped his glasses as he took on a more formal, calm demeanor.
"My apologies, Profeta. You're incredibly new, and seeing someone like you being sent to something like this didn't sit well with me. I wanted to send you home, make you leave. What I heard from you right now was really you. Now, I don't understand what you mean when your not a hero, but I'll accept your help, the ends justify the means after all. It was just the way that you looked at first showed me you didn't care at all." Jason was slightly offended, it he wasn't really far off...
"So it was a test?"
"Precisely, and you passed. I fully intended on leaving you out of this operation. However, I shall only cooperate with you and leave it at that."
"Even if you did kick me out, I'd still end up out there."
"... I see." He fixed his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.
"Okay, let's get started."
~~~~~
A few hours later...
"So you're a centipede..."
"Indeed..."
Jason was currently recovering from a small freakout after seeing Centipeder for the first time. Essentially, Bubble Girl (a sidekick), Centipeder, Sir Nighteye, Kamui Woods, and Gran Profeta were to enact this raid. It was located at a seedy part of town, so it was a nice way to hide. Not for long, at least.
"Mendoza. I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Your quirk, what is it?" They both said at the same time, much to Nighteye's confusion.
"Essentially, you and I's quirk is super similar. I can see into the future as well." He said with a small smile.
"I see..." Nighteye was very intrigued.
"However, yours is much more longer. The most I can see is up to 3 to 4 minutes."
"I see. It's odd to see someone with a quirk almost like mine, I must say." He hummed.
"Yeah, it does well with close combat, which is my forte."
"Excellent. We move out in 10."
"... 10 what?"
~~~~~
10:10 pm
"Can ya hear me?" Jason tapped at the small mic in his ear.
"Yes. Remember the plan." Nighteye's voice echoed through the small headphone as Jason stood on a roof nearby. They surrounded the large abandoned warehouse. He spectated the area, looking for anything suspicious. He currently wore an all black suit, completely reinforced with lightweight tungsten armor sheets, of course, ignoring his joints. His Kusarigama in hand as he put on a mask.
It was also reinforced in order to protect his face. Jason went for practically more then anything.
All of this was a request from Jason. His final edition would come in soon.
"Just give me the sign..."
The looks of to see Kamui Woods finishing up his work. He wrapped most of the warehouse in his vines, blocking off all exits but the one the heroes were about to enter.
Slowly a big bud grew on the top.
"C'mon..."
And then it bloomed into a flower.
That was the sign.
Jason burst into action, jumping off the roof and flying into the 2nd story window. With a tuck and roll, he kipped himself up as he saw a bunch of goons staring wide eyed.
"Hey."
Chaos ensued.
~~~~~
Nighteye and Bubble Girl burst through the door. Throwing the immensely dense stamps into the goons trying to fight back.
"Now then, stay poised." He punched one off.
"We never know who could be here. Stay sharp!" He threw a stamp towards a man, making him tumble to the ground.
"Yes sir!" Bubble Girl used her bubbles to distract the criminals, and using them to strike.
Upstairs, however...
"Fuck fuck fuck!" The criminals were in a panic, half trying to escape and trying to get the supposed drugs.
One pointed a gun at the man.
"Fuck you-"
A weight snapped at his face, tearing through his cheek and smashing into his head, leaving him as a bloody mess.
"Weird..." Jason looks over some of the supply that was being stocked.
Jason grabs a conscious goon by the collar, pulling him directly in front of his face.
"Where is it?"
"In my ass-" he was silenced by a headbutt.
"My foot is gonna be in your ass too if you don't cough it up!"
"Eat... A dick!"
"Okay. I'll play that way." He holds up his blade, sticking the point right on the man's cheek.
"Say, you like chewing your food, right?"
The man's eyes widened, feeling the poke turn into a sharp pain as Jason dug in more and more.
"There are certain muscles in the mouth that control chewing, y'know. Or rather, the movement of the jaw. Once they're severed, you become all slack jawed and shit. If you went deeper..."
The pain increased.
The blood pooled out of the mouth.
Controlling his mouth got harder and painful.
"You'd cut the whole damn jaw off. All it would take is a yank. And you would be useless to me if ya couldn't talk, so why don't you go and prevent that, yes?"
The man's breath sped up rapidly, the pain gre more and more before he finally gave in.
"Stop! Stop! Its on the ground floor, look for the gaudy carpet! There's a trapdoor!"
"Heh, thank you kindly!" He said, before promptly beating him over the head
"Nighteye?"
"I heard. Are you done up there?"
"Yeah, they got some shit hidden down in a hidden floor below. I'll be coming down."
He runs around a bit before encountering the other team.
Looking to his left, Kamui Woods burst through the window, some noticable bullet holes on him.
"I'll live." He noticed Jason's look.
Jason searched about, fighting off any stragglers as he finds the carpet.
"Man... Tacky as fuck." He throws it away to reveal a trapdoor. Nighteye and Bubble Girl follow behind.
"You guys go downstairs, we'll take it from here!" Kamui and Centipeder chose to guard the entrance.
With a tear they venture inside.
"What the..." It was pretty big too. A large space which held bags of uk own substances and syringes.
"I've heard of this..." Nighteye carefully looked at a syringe.
"I have been hearing about stuff like this popping up. A substance that heightens your Quirk so to speak. To think k it's already spreading around..." Both males grimaced as Bubble Girl heard what seemed to be groaning.
"Someone is here?"
"Where blue girl?"
"Its Bubble Girl! And over there!"
The three see one man hunched over, looking at them frightfully.
"Fuck man... This was supposed to be all good... Fuck..." A syringe...
"Oh fuck!" Jason activated his quirk once more.
Nighteye threw a stamp to try and intercept him.
Bubble Girl... I don't know, got in her battle stance?
"Ahh... Imma kill all of you!" With a stab, he injects himself before the stamp could come.
The man's body bulged as chains poured out of him.
'Chains, I see!' countless chains poured out of him, lashing out violently. So violently that it struck Bubble Girl across her abdomen, lashing at her gut and sending her flying out of the basement.
"Gaah!"
"Dammit!"
Jason weaved through the chains, dodging and ducking as Nighteye did the same.
"I must check on Bubble Girl! Can you hold your own?"
"Yeah, I got it!"
At this point the whole basement was exposed as the chain man continued his crazed assault, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"
"Alright, come on!"
The chains lashed and crashed throughout the warehouse, tearing through the walls and ceiling.
'At this point, chains are covering his whole body... I gotta use my quirk to find an opening or what for the drug to die down. I can't rely on that though, who knows how long it'll last. So that leaves option one...' Jason weaved through more chains.
'They seem to vary in size as well... Time to go in the offensive!'
He kicks himself up, running on and jumping from chain to chain.
"GRAAAAAHH!"
"Tch."
He activated his quirk.
'There!'
He grabbed the weight, swinging it around so fast that you could even hear it. He just needed to time it...
'Now!' he swung it hard,twirling his body and slinging it towards the drugged man. It passed by the chains, somehow being untouched.
It pounded to his shoulder, dislocating and tearing some of the tendons in it as it was forced back due to the force.
"WAAAH! FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
Thwack!
Jason never let go, he lashed it up at the man's head, catching the edge of his chin and rocking his brain.
"A-AHHH!-"
Jason immediately tackles the man as he was distracted, pounding his fist straight into his face, with the intent to knock him out.
"BITCH-"
BAM!
"YOU FUCKING-"
BAM!
"ILL KILL-"
BAM
BAM
BAM!
He was out cold, his nose noticably broke ln and his eyes blackened.
Jason humphed. He got off the man and picked him up, putting him on his shoulder as he went towards the others.
The police was already there, and it seems that it was taken care of.
"Profeta."
"Nighteye."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, you?"
"I'm fine, Bubble Girl has a large bruise, though." The poor girl was sitting on a nearby medical bench, holding her stomach.
"Aw man..."
Centipeder and Kamui seemed to be talking to the police to get everything was getting said and done.
"Alright. Well Imma just put this guy down. I'd rather not do paperwork-"
"I have already told them about you. Be responsible."
"... Bastard."
Nighteye stifled a smile.
~~~~~
[Jason POV]
Okay, we're back to me now? Cool.
Anyways, first successful raid I guess. Wasn't anything crazy. That Nighteye guy is interesting, though. I gotta ask him about those stamps... Maybe I could make a Kusarigama made out of it? That would be real nice. And that little suit I wore was alright too, I'm probably gonna have to tweak it some, though. Ah,so many ideas. I looked at the clock which read that it was an hour past midnight at this point. God damn...
Paperwork is for tomorrow... Or later.
The front door opened as Aizawa stepped in, tired as usual. He must've got done with either patrol or staying late at UA.
"How ya doing?"
"..."
"Good talk."
The hobo slumped on the couch, rubbing his head.
"You got a headache or something?"
"..."
"Aint much of an answer."
"It always happens... A side affects of my quirk. It would feel better if you shut up..."
"Just asking... Ah... I got something for that, if you want?"
Aizawa slowly turned his head towards me.
"You can try."
"Bet."
And that is how I made Hierbabuena, also known as Spearmint tea for us at one o' clock in the morning. Glad that they have this stuff over here...
My mom always made the stuff whenever or when either me or my brother was sick. It tasted nice.
"Here. Give it a try."
Aizawa eyed the steaming, mint scented mug.
"Don't be a skeptic, drink it!" Come one, you act like I'm poisoning you...
He takes a sip.
...
He takes another.
He slumps into his couch as he takes another sip, a exhale filled with relief leaving his mouth.
"Is this... A hidden quirk of yours?"
"Heh, this stuff is real good, it ain't me." I sat beside Aizawa as I held a mug of my own. He and I just sat there. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather it was the opposite. It was just me and someone else just chilling out. Never before had I thought I would feel this type of way. Aizawa ain't just somebody, especially to me.
He was... A friend.
Aizawa was stern and cold, but I saw through him when we first met. It took a while, but after you peel all of his layers, you'll find an actual cool guy. A cool guy which went against my whole entire belief.
He's a hero. A dirty, corrupted, incompetent hero... Right? Heroes only care about themselves, only looking to be popular, rise in the rankings, and make money. That's all there is too it. But this guy... He doesn't fit any of those molds. He is the direct antithesis of my whole belief, the one thing I had thought for most of my life.
It's not just him, it's Usagiyama too. I definitely thought she was a fucking bitch too... I mean, she kinda is, but it can tell certain things. She just likes to fight, that's the only thing I get from her. I watched her behavior, her tone, her dialect like a hawk. That sounds creepy... I tend to do that a lot with everyone I meet... Anyways, she's different too. Did she even mean to reach rank 5? If she was so selfish and greedy, why shoot straight into danger so recklessly? I've seen her fights on the news, anyone else wouldn't make it out alive. What a woman...
Damn it Aizawa, I hate being proven wrong.
Well, some heroes deserve to rot in hell for the rest of time, don't get me wrong, I ain't letting that go. I still won't forget what they did to me.
Here I am, almost two o'clock in the morning, sipping spearmint tea with someone I should clearly hate.
Damn it...
"Mendoza-"
"Call me Jason."
~~~~~
[??? POV]
Riiiing
Riiiing-
Beep!
"What..."
"Yeah... I have a pretty good idea..."
"Yeah... uh huh... Quit being paranoid. I am the best around. He can't escape me..."
"Yeah..."
"Alright, he will be dead by tomorrow..."
~~~~~
And thats a wrap! Thanks for reading guys! I appreciate the traction this story is pulling so far.
Jason went on his first operation along with the unlikely partner, Nighteye! I always wanted to write an interaction between the two, I hope I got his character down...
Aizawa seemed to make a crack in Jason's ideals and beliefs, showing that a hero could be an actual good person too. What does this do for Jason? What could it possibly lead to?
And it seems like Jason might be in for it next chapter...
Anyways, thanks for reading! I hope to see you guys next chapter! Buh bye ;)