I waited, the rain pelting me as I did. It was hard to see anything, but I could hear everything. The officer's footsteps were getting closer to the alleyway. Using my quirk, I blend into the darkness of the night and wait for them to pass. As they pass I let out a breath that I hadn't known I was holding, a pain dull ache spreading through the left side of my ribs.

If I weren't sure he would kill me, I would have chewed Shigaraki out for laying the beating on heavy tonight. This had been the fifth robbery we had carried out in the last month. Master's projects were requiring more resources, as was the league. More resources means spending more money, and none of the dumbasses were capable of finding a low-lying job. I was too young to get one. So that left the banks.

Shigaraki thought it was the perfect plan. He and Kurogiri would wait till evening when the last of the late hour banks would be close to closing and hold them up. They would use me to play a hostage to ensure our escape. When the officers would convince them to release me, I would then perform a dramatic distracting exit from the bank so they could have just a brief moment for Kurogiri to use his quirk to teleport them out of range from the police. During the chaos of trying to relocate the villains, I would then slip into the shadows with one of my quirks and return to base. The perfect disappearing act.

Before the robberies I had never committed any serious crimes. Shigaraki used me as a look out for almost anything he did. I would scope out the scene before he did anything, and then I would watch for law enforcement, and relay back to him through phone from the outside. Sometimes when he wanted to practice using his quirk, he wouldn't have me look out at all. As much as he disagreed with my views, he knew I didn't want to be involved with murder. He never really pushed me on it.

When I was sure the officers were gone, I made sure my black fabric face mask was pulled up to my nose and secure. I climbed the fire escape of the building closest to me, heading for the roof. I had found myself traversing by roof top as of late. I tied up my dark grey hair, realizing that it had grown a lot within the last year as it rested at the middle of my shoulder blades even with it being tied back.

I was anxious to get back to base, tonight was a supposed to be a special night minus the robbery scheme. Eight years ago today, was the day Shigaraki rescued me. I was six, when my mother attempted to sell me to villains. I was moments away from being thrusted into the world of human trafficking when he appeared in the alley way. Within moments my mother, the other villains... they were gone. Dust in the night breeze. Eight years ago today he had introduced me to Master.

I leapt easily to the next roof top, pausing when something caught my eye. Something definitely out of place. I turned my head, looking at the roof top a little way over from mine. Its vantage point a direct visual into the alley I had just hidden in from the police. I could feel the adrenaline start to kick in just as quickly as the dread did at the recognition of the figure watching me.

Even with his yellow goggles, I could tell his eyes were on me. The way his body was position, ready to move at a moment's notice; made it obvious that he had witnessed my little stunt. The yellow goggles, grey scarf like fabric lightly blowing behind him in the breeze, black suit almost blending in with the night sky... a hero. An underground hero, one of the very few heroes who's work I secretly admired. A hero who had a remarkably high capture and success rate. Eraser Head.

I internally cursed, taking off in a sprint across the roof top. I could hear his light footsteps as he landed onto the same roof, headed towards me quickly. If I weren't afraid of being captured in that moment, it would have amazed me at how lightly and quickly he moved. I didn't turn back to look at him, it was a rookie move and would slow me down. The itch to do it though was strong. I made another leap to the next building top. As I landed I felt every bone in my body scream at me, as if intuition were telling me he was aiming for my legs. I quickly jumped and rolled to the side; his scarf-like weapon just barely missing my legs.

We were now facing each other. My body was flooded with so much panic that I felt as if I had added red bull to my espresso. I was posed to back away, every instinct telling me to run, while he stayed posed to attack. His hair was tied back into a bun, which hid if he was using his quirk. The only way I would be sure he wasn't using it was if I used my own. But if I tried, and he was, then I would be wasting precious time just trying it.

"This will be easier on you, if you give yourself up now." His facial expression somehow seemed to remain lazy despite everything his body was saying.

I remained silent, watching as his fingers slightly adjusted on his scarf. He cocked his head slightly to the side, looking for any sign of a fight from me. I couldn't reply even if I wanted to, fear finding itself lodged in my throat. I wasn't afraid of most heroes. A lot of heroes were actually sloppy, they left openings for an easy escape. But they couldn't remove my quirk, they weren't as effective as the Erasure hero. His skill set was in the same area as mine but on a completely different level. There was a reason I was in the background of all the acts of the League.

"Come on kid." He straightened, relaxing just slightly as if underestimating me. "Your obviously young and over your head. I'm going to end up getting you in the end. I've had a long day and would like to take a nap so let us hurry this up."

Right then I knew I had him. He underestimated me, and only knew one of my quirks. That was his mistake. I prayed that I was right about his quirk being at rest or I was screwed. I took a deep breath through my nose and let out the highest pitched scream I could muster. The windows on the upper floors of the buildings near us shattered as he uttered a cursed and winced, covering his ears. A crack began to form on the cement roof top, and I took the opportunity. I jumped blindly backwards, off the roof of the building; praying that the alley I was falling into was dark enough for my other quirk to work.