Two months. Two months and he still hadn't found him. Aizawa Shouta was standing on top of a building looking down at scene that came right out of a tv show or manga. It was infuriating. This Orochi had been on the rise since Tsukauchi told him of the vigilante.

He was off the streets for about three weeks. Though once he got going again, he was mopping up small time gang members and villains. In just two months he had dropped the crime rate by nearly twenty percent in these lower patrolled neighborhoods. Aizawa couldn't help but have a begrudging respect for the man.

Moving on he continued his patrol. Moving from roof top to roof top. He continued looking only to find the vigilantes Sealcore and Bone Spur. They were pretty good vigilantes. He wasn't sure if they knew anything, but he might as well ask.

"Sealcore!" The guy turned around in a panic, "Wait! Don't teleport away!" Bone Spur looked at his friend, "What ever it was it wasn't us!" She yelled in amusement.

Eraser took them in Bone Spur was wearing a kind of crop top hoodie with fish net underneath. He had cargo pants on. The guy was slim but fit. Though Eraser had seen him use his bones to take on dozens of enemies He wore a black mask that covered his lower face. His red eyes followed the underground hero. His hood covered his black hair.

Sealcore though was different. She was a bit shorter. Wearing a black hoodie with two stripes on both sleeves. She wore jeans combat boots and lastly she had a tonfa attached to her lower back, "I just wanted to ask you about Orochi."

Sealcore relaxed a bit, "Sorry Eraser. Just been a bit busy since you tried catching me the last time." Eraserhead chuckled, "If I wanted to catch you, I would have."

Sealcore laughed, "Maybe. Haven't yet though." She got serious behind her surgical mask, "We aren't to sure about him yet. He has been helpful though. We teamed up in the fire last week. He was fast."

"Yeah. Almost keeping up with my teleport." Spur added, "We haven't had the chance to fight with him yet. Or fight him."

"Not that we'd want to." Bone Spur shook his head, "He's highly skilled, strong, and fast. Plus, he is getting better."

Eraser thought about the different scenes he had come up to. The take downs were already getting more efficient., "Do you know why he isn't a hero. I know you both have your reasons. It doesn't make sense with someone like this."

Sealcore looked at Bone Spur. She shook her head, "No we don't. He has a strong nature of helping though. The other day he was just helping an old man cross the street. It was important to him at the time."

"If you hear anything. Or if you could set up a meet with us, I'd appreciate it." Before they could respond Eraserhead had disappeared.

Daiyama let out a sigh, "I don't know. What do you think?" Itana fidgeted with her hoodie, "We could maybe try and reach out. There is that issue with the Yakuza in a few days. We could use a third set of hands."

"Why don't we just leave it to the heroes?" Itana smacked him in the back of the head, "Don't you get it! If we want to be taken seriously, we need to take on different jobs!"

"Yeah, but doing something like this." He looked out into the city, "It could put heroes onto our backs ya know."

She shook her head, "Well lets at least try okay." She crossed her arms before grabbing him and teleporting away.

Walking up to another customer, Izuku set down a couple teacups and a fresh pot. The customer thanked him with a kind smile. He liked working here. It was technically going to be his shop soon. Which was great. Everyone treated him normal, instead of the quirkless kid with to big of dreams.

Auntie Kyoko was standing behind the counter talking with Toriama, "So, can we have the wedding in Midotea! Please, the old man is literally why Kioko and I got together."

"I told you already your giant doorknob. I'm not the one to ask." Kyoko was rubbing her head in frustration, "Izuku is the one who will inherit this place. If he wants it that is. I will default to his answer on it."

Izuku jumped onto the stool next to Toriama, "What's going on?" Toriama's face spread into a massive smile, "Kioko and I were wondering if you would host our wedding here?"

Izuku looked around. It was a small shop. Small enough that they were able to run it with just the two of them. There used to be a full staff, but they hadn't fully opened to full open hours without his grandpa around, "I can call some of our old employees. If they come back than for sure."

"You're the best little Midoriya!" He picked up the small boy and squeezed getting a satisfying pop out of the boy's back, "You're welcome!" He struggled out.

Dropping the giant man walked off with a smile on his face, "So you sure we can get do go on that?" Izuku looked at his aunt with a grin, "I don't know. I want to though. Grandpa would want that to."

"I'm sure he would." She thought for a moment, "I think you should go into public school again. "Izuku froze for a moment, "What?!"

"Listen I know you don't want to hear that but please hear me out." Izuku nodded slowly but struggled to allow the tears out, "I know you don't have good experiences. With your extracurricular it would help keep your cover."

Izuku thought about it for moment. She wasn't wrong. If he was just some quirkless high school kid than he'd never be looked at. Though that was the question wasn't it. Was he still quirkless? Even if this wasn't a quirk it could easily be seen as one. He wasn't going to get caught up in the specifics though. He didn't have time.

In the last few weeks, he had gotten better. Stronger and faster. Using his new abilities, mixed with his skills that his grandpa taught him Izuku had taken on all sorts of villains. From gangsters to one-time thugs. He even got to do some rescuing with some cool vigilantes. Though he could still feel the wound on his shoulder.

That man's quirk had been so powerful. His blood manipulation was so cool. He had been so fast and the damage it did to him and the area around them had been insane. If he had been a hero, he'd been absolutely crazy. It be so cool. Instead, he was now in prison. Hopefully for awhile though.

Izuku had been more injured than he thought he'd be. A clapsed lung. Several torn muscles, stab wounds, and several broken bones. It had been three whole weeks of recovery. Izuku was frustrated at first. He'd had almost lost, and he was angry. At himself and at Izanagi for giving him this power. At the same time though, he loved it. When pushed he was so powerful.

"I-I'll…..I'll think about it." Kyoko smiled and ruffling his hair before looking over to one of the far tables, "Oh and that boy is back."

"What boy?!" Izuku practically yelped before turning around and seeing the boy from a few weeks ago. Grabbing a tea pot and a cup Izuku walked over, "Welcome back!"

He looked nervously at Izuku, "Hey. Um thank you!" Izuku smiled back at his hopefully maybe future friend, "I know you're working, but do you want to have some tea with me?"

The greennette couldn't hold back his joy, "That be great! Let me tell Auntie Kyoko."

Getting back, he sat across from the boy. This time he was wearing a middle school uniform. His brown hair covered his rather pale complexion, "I'm Izuku Midoriya by the way!"

"Oh right. I'm Takashi Yamato." He looked over Izuku for a moment, "So do you always dress so traditional? Not that it's bad! I was just wondering!"

Izuku looked down at his kimono with a fondness. He remembered the fit he through when his grandpa made him where them, "Yeah. Grandpa made me where them. I hated it so much at first. Now I love it though. It makes me feel closer to him."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring him up in our first conversation." Izuku chuckled, "It's okay! So what school do you go to?"

"I'm an Eighth Grader at Togato Private. It sucks." Izuku saw the uncomfortable look, "Well my Aunt wants me to go to a real school for High School."

"Really?! Where are you going to go?" Izuku shrugged, "Probably Mustufu General. We don't have a ton of money, and I can't get into somewhere like UA anyway."

"That's where I'll be going to. I was going to try to go to UA but they won't take me either." Izuku looked up and saw the sad eyes, "Quirk stuff?"

He didn't respond but he nodded. Pulling out a napkin Izuku wrote down his quirk status and slid it to him. Takashi's eyes locked onto his. Izuku didn't see any scorn though. Instead, he saw curiousness and hurt, "My quirk is called Gas. It lets me release a sleep-agent from my body."

"Really?! That's so cool!" Takashi's mouth dropped, "You could knock out people like Midnight! Depending on how strong you could get it you'd be able to stop the even more powerful villains. You could also be an exterminator for pest control."

"Y-you don't hate it?" Izuku shook his head, "No why would I?"

Takashi looked at him, "People say my quirk is weak. Or villainous."

Izuku looked at him, "Do you want to come over this weekend."

It wasn't something Izuku thought was that far out of the mindset of people. They believed that just because a quirk wasn't flashy or ultra powerful that it was useless. To have something that was scary or could be deadly could be tough to live with around other kids.

"Well then we can be friends!" Izuku said with a blinding grin. Takashi was baffled and felt his chest filling with joy. Tears welled up in his eyes, "That be amazing." Izuku giggled and wiped his eyes as the realization that he made an actual friend.

Later that night Izuku was thinking about the rest of his conversation with Takashi. He loved manga. He played the piano. His dad loved firearms and was an American. Takashi himself was skilled in shooting to which Izuku found kinda scary and cool. His favorite music was electronic, all forms.

Breaking him out of his thoughts was the sound of fighting not to far away. Jumping to a roof across he moved towards the sound. Arriving to a bar he saw that three people were in a full-on brawl. Running headfirst into it he spun bringing down his trifold on the back head of the first man knocking him out, "You really shouldn't fight."

"Fuck you kid!" The second guy was moved in. His hands turned to stone. As the staff and the fist collided the sound of the cracking rang out. The guy was strong, but Izuku was fast. Hitting several times before twisting and smacking him into a wall.

They final guy though just held up his hands, "I give up I'm sorry." Izuku chuckled behind his mask, "Why were you guys fighting so hard?"

Looking around he could see several pieces of property were destroyed, "There was this girl man! She was beautiful! We couldn't resist! When she said that we needed to fight for her we just. We just."

"It's okay." Izuku looked around. This had definitely been set up by someone with a quirk, "Tell the cops about it. Tell them that Orochi believes you were tricked by some sort of Arousal quirk."

Dropping down he nodded, "yeah okay I'm sorry!"

Izuku left confused. Only for it to get worse. Four more fights and they were all worse. Weapons and quirk related injuries were all escalating in every fight. Auntie had told him that she was sure it was a quirk as well.

Looking out over the street below Izuku could feel eyes on him. Drawing his katana he turned around to see three men standing behind him. Each one was dressed in suits, "Look what we found here."

"I suggest you turn around and leave." Izuku put his weapon hand on his katana. This was different then a lot of the other fights. These guys were looking for him. They were hitman. Looking closer he saw that their suits matched the man with the blood quirk. How long were they looking for him he wondered.

The guy on the right threw a smoke ball at Izuku's feet. It exploded out covering his line of sight. Drawing on his katana he let his instincts guide him. Sparks flew as the hit another weapon. Jumping to his left, Izuku shot out of the smoke.

Fire shot at him as the final man shot a fire ball at him. Looking closer he saw the lighter in his hand. Using it as a conduit to his power. The guy with the smoke had a wazikashi in his hand. He still didn't have the final guy's quirk.

Smoke and fire shot out surrounding and blinding Izuku. Heat was insane. Feeling the adrenaline filling his body Izuku pushed through the pain. His sword slashing across the chest of the fire user. Pyrokinesis, a quirk that was Izuku would have loved. The man screamed as he fell to the ground.

Turning he deflected the attack by the smoke user. He couldn't react as Izuku sent several cuts all over his body. Twisting he brought his foot down and smashing his foot on the man's head. Pointing his blade at the final man and glaring, "I told you to leave."

Instead of fleeing in fear he started laughing, "I am gonna enjoy this. It will be so much fun to kill you." His body started changing. Scales covered his body, his nails turned to claws, and his eyes turned into a bright yellow.

"Let's see what you've got." Wings shot out of his back before he appeared in front of Izuku. Slashing out his blade was stopped by the man's scales. With several punches, Izuku felt each hit damage his flesh. The last punch sent Izuku crashing backwards.

Rolling to his feet he looked to see his katana was to far away. Not that it could do anything with those scales. Just as the man was about to attack a knife appeared in the air behind him. Izuku could see Sealcore as she landed a kick on his back before disappearing and reappearing on the top of a door house next to Izuku.

Bone Spur was on his other side, "Orochi. Good to see you without it being so hot out." Izuku laughed as he pulled out his tri-fold staff. The fire user was now getting up again to face them, "Well I'd say a super villain is a little worse than a fire."

Sealcore tilted her head, "I like this little fox." Izuku dropped into a fighting stance, "The guy who just got up. His quirk is pyrokinesis. Obviously, some sort of dragonfication on the big guy. The last guy has a smoke quirk but he's out cold."

Fire formed in the off villain's hand. Sealcore reacted quickly throwing a knife and appearing behin him. Izuku and Bone Spur both charged the other villain. Using his femur to create a konobo Bone Spur struck first. His massive weapon smashed into the villain's side sending him sliding back.

Izuku appeared behind him spinning the staff. Each strike sending shock waves as he hit him. The two tag teamed the man. Littering him with impacts. Izuku saw it though. As they tore into him, his scales were breaking., "Sealcore! The opening!"

Just as he finished talking several knives hit him making him scream in pain. Both Izuku and Bone took the advantage. As their weapons smashed into both sides of his head. The villain's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell to the ground unconscious.

Breathing heavily Izuku relaxed, "Thanks guys. I owe you one." Sealcore was gather her knives while Bone Spur tied them up, "Why did we need to help you anyway?" She asked.

"On my second day I took down some arms dealers." Picking up his sword he looked it over before sheathing it, "I think I made them mad."

Bone Spur laughed this time, "Yeah, no shit. How old are you? Even with the voice thing I can tell you're just a pup."

Izuku pointed at him, "RUDE!" Shrugged, "You're not wrong but still. Super rude."

"Anyway, kid we got two questions." Izuku looked over at Sealcore, "We need your help. We are taking on a Yakuza group they have some sort of experimental version of Trigger."

In Izuku's ear Harino went off, "Izu a few years ago there was a Trigger out break. This would be different. Those were instant Villains, these would be dirtbags with overwhelming power."

Bone Spur took over, "We are good, but they have a lot of firepower." Izuku thought about it. They had worked together in short bursts. Then they saved his life for no reason, "I'll help you. Do you know who their meeting with?"

"No, but the group has been around for awhile." Seal walked up and picked up her last knife, "Also. A hero has been on the look out for you. He probably won't arrest you. At least not right away."

Izuku froze. A hero was looking for him, "What hero?"

"Eraserhead." Izuku felt his breathe hitch, "the Eraserhead?!"

"What?! You scared of him?" Spur let out a loud laugh, "Afraid you can't fight him without your quirk?"

Glaring Izuku replied, "No. He's just such a cool hero! Besides why does he want to talk to me?"

"Probably to try and get you to go hero?" Izuku looked at her but didn't get any emotions away, "Got the details on where we'll meet?"

"Yeah here." Sealcore handed him a knife, "It has my seal. So I can teleport you to us. Just be prepared. We heard the guy they're meeting with is tough."

Izuku didn't say anything else. Instead, he left heading straight back to Amaterasu. Kyoko was waiting for him. Already having everything pulled up for him, "They seem to be good vigilantes. Even the cops like them."

"Auntie if they hadn't shown up, I'd be…" Kyoko smiled softly before going to him and putting her hand on his shoulder, "You would have been fine. I've seen you pull some incredible strength when you need to."

"However." She said as she sat back down, "It's also why I know I can trust them with you Izuku. At least for now."

Izuku nodded before pulling off his body armor. Thinking back to their conversation he felt his heart rate picking up again, "What about Eraserhead?"

"I don't know yet." Sitting back, she rubbed her hands over her face. It wasn't often she looked her age. Right now, though, that's exactly what was happening. She looked tired and Izuku felt it was his own fault, "What do you know about him Izuku?"

"His quirk is called Erasure. It allows him to turn off any quirks that aren't a mutation quirk. I don't know how it is activated though. Plus, would it work on me?"

She smirked, "I doubt it. You don't have a quirk. Just a pact remember." Izuku smirked, "He's a good hero. Rumors in the underground is he is even okay with vigilantes if they are restrained a bit. So maybe an ally for you."

"You mean for us?" She shook her head, "This is like how it worked for Sakonji. He started on his own and eventually he gathered a team."

Izuku could see that she was seeing something he couldn't something in her past that he wasn't privy to, "We were strong, but I think you're going to be better."

"When you get your team. I will no longer be involved Izuku." His chest suddenly hurt. His eyes were filling with water, "I thought you were going to stay helping me? W-why aren't you going to do this with me?"

Before he knew it there were arms wrapped around him, "Listen kid. I am too old to be up at night playing vigilante. You need people that are strong. I'm not that. I haven't been for a long time. That doesn't mean I won't support you though."

Looking into her eyes he saw that she was telling the truth. His head hurt and his eyes burned from crying, "Okay. Thank you." Falling into her arms again he started crying. He was scared and wished she'd be there with this through all of the fighting. He knew she technically was there for him. It just wouldn't feel exactly the same.

"Don't worry about it too much. At least not for now kid."

Looking down at the now dead girl Shindabu grinned. His sharp teeth still covered in blood and his arousal now settling. Walking over to the other to his desk. His massive body making the desk look small in comparison.

"Well boss. It looks like our boys failed at getting the little vigilante." In a rage he smashed down on the desk before screaming, "How? They were bestowed with my blood!"

His second chuckled, "You tend to keep the boys alive longer." Shindabu glared down at his little human. He wore a blue oni mask. His grey and black suit were a staunch contrast to the viridian katana.

"I want his head. You will get him Kaito."

"Fine. After our next transaction I'll go find him. Can I have some of your blood? I'll bring you a new toy."

A toothy smile sneered down at him, "Get me the Orochi and I'll give you what you want. But beware, you should be careful of my family."