"Suspected robbery near Tokuga marketplace, suspect is armed, please proceed with caution."
Backing away from his workbench, Izuku furrowed his brow, his verdant eyes rumbling.
"Tokuga market? That's not too far from here."
Looking back at his bench, the greenette locked eyes with the work piling up before shifting his gaze to the discarded mask on his bed.
"Either do my homework or stop a robbery."
The teen knew his decision well before he grabbed the red garment and slipped it on his face.
"Get the shit in the car and let's go!"
The group of criminals nodded at their leader, increasing the pace of which they stuffed the duffel bags with bills.
An act that stopped dead once a masked figure landed atop the car.
Clad in a pair of black and red pajamas, a black compression shirt, and black slippers, the teen lowered himself, sitting calmly atop the silver sedan.
"So uhhh, can you guys put that back?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…KILL HIM!"
"A no would've been fine."
Leaning backward, the teen placed his hands on the sedan before throwing himself backward with a back handspring, narrowly avoiding a laser blast aimed at his head.
"Bright lights at this time of night? Now I'll never get to sleep on time!"
The teen then threw his wrist out toward the laser criminal, his middle and ring finger pressing a button in the center of his palm.
The result was near instantaneous, shooting out a sticky, web-like substance that wrapped around the villain's face, stopping any future eye beams.
Skipping up the the beam villain, the teen slammed a side kick into his chest, sending him flying right into a light pole and knocking him out clean.
The teen then turned toward his twelve, slapping a bladed arm away from his center mass before using his right leg to kick the villain in the mouth.
Dropping to the floor, the masked teen then swept the mans legs from under him before jumping into the air, flipping forward and slamming his heel into the man's face.
"Yikes! How're you already asleep and I'm the one in my pajamas?"
Leaning backward, the masked teen casually avoided the lead shooting toward his temple, narrowing white lenses at the shooter.
"Really? A gun? After I just dodged a laser?"
With a flick of his wrist, the teen webbed the villain's arm to the sedan, stopping any future gunfire.
"Now that I'm looking at it, your car is illegally parked! Is there no end to your evil?!"
With a strong jump, the teen was in front of the final villain, white lenses frighteningly studying the criminal.
"P-Please don't kill me!"
"Are you really arachnophobic in today's day and age? I should tweet about this."
"Y-You have t-twitter?!"
"I have to connect with my dedicated fanbase."
Removing his phone from his pocket, the teen opened the app in question before showing the criminal his screen.
"Once you get out, if you get out, make sure to follow me."
"After you basically just got me arrested? Are you nuts?"
"No-"
Smiling behind the mask, the teen threw himself into a back handspring, landing crouched with one arm on the pavement and one flared outward.
"I'm Spider-Man."
With another web, the teen restrained the villans remaining arm before attaching two to the duffel bags filled with cash, using them to pull the money toward him.
"Next time, steal a job application."
With a few strong steps, the teen heads into thr store, placing the bags of money back on the counter.
"I hope you don't mind cobwebs in your cash miss."
The convince store worker could only stare in awe at the masked vigilante before her, the perpetual blush tinting her face seeming to spread.
"Now I hate to web and run but I'm really behind on some work. Have a good night."
Turning about face, the teen stuck his arm out, ready to web zip onto a nearby building before a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Wait!"
Lensed eyes turned to look at the girl once more, confusion hidden by his red mask.
"Is there something wrong?"
"N-No! I just uh-"
From behind the counter, the girl grabbed a sizeable candy bar, presenting it with a deep bow which caused her brown hair to mimic the motion.
"Please take this as a token of gratitude!"
Unable to see due to her bow, the clerk can only stare at the floor as she awaits her savior's next move.
"Oh. Uhhh, thank you-"
The masked vigilante cast a glance to the nametag stuck to her apron.
"Uraraka."
Grabbing the chocolate from her hands, the teen unwrapped it, exposing a rich chocolate filled with chunks of almond.
Feeling the candy removed from her hand, the clerk rose her head, allowing herself sight of the vigilante.
Said, vigilante slowly raised his mask halfway, exposing strands of forest-green hair alongside the lower half of a face peppered with freckles.
With a bite, the teen took a small portion out of the candy, chewing the chocolate before refocusing on the clerk.
"This is actually really good! I'll definitely be back sometime for more."
"I-I look forward to it."
Taking another bite, the teen threw his wrist forward, attaching a web to a nearby building before yanking hard, sending himself flying toward it.
"How is my English better than my Japanese?!"
Dropping his pencil, the teen dropped his head onto his workbench, a loud sigh escaping his lips.
"Whoever came up with this language must have hated their kids."
Chuckling at his own joke, the teen allowed his mind to wander, its course heading straight toward the robbery he'd stopped hours earlier.
Or, more specifically, the clerk he'd shared a brief conversation with.
As chocolate hair crossed his mind and residual chocolate candy kissed his tongue, the greenette couldn't help but smile.
"I'm definitely gonna get some more chocolate soon."