Aizawa looked through the one way mirror at the two girls the patrolmen had brought in from the Rabbit debacle that night, Tsukauchi was sitting across from them, asking questions.

"Anything of note?" Nezu asked as he walked in, two cups in his hands.

"Nothing we didn't already know." he grunted, gratefully taking the cup and taking a quick sip, smiling at the bitter taste of black coffee, "the girl with the snake hair-Medea Ororos-figured out which building the Rabbit was gonna be in and immediately went in; the girl who went with her-Jirou, Kyoka-had gone to make sure her friend didn't get in any danger. They ran into the middle of a fight between Rabbit and a Triad hitman. Ororos uploaded the video immediately after they got out of the building."

And neither knows the identity of the rabbit?"

"Other than confirming he's underaged, and adding that he had-according to Ororos-'Cute freckles'?; nothing of note." Aizawa muttered. Running a hand through his hair, "an underage kid, the blood we found at the first battle site was enough to have been debilitating, how did he get back on his feet within a few hours?"

"There are many healers who don't operate within the law." Nezu hummed, adding honey and sugar to his tea, "It's very possible his co-conspirator was able to get him to one such healer."

"Still doesn't answer how he was able to not only fight Double Down, but win."

"Indeed." Nezu agreed, looking at the girls, Medea still looked cheerful while Kyoka looked disgruntled, shooting less than pleased glares at Medea before rolling her eyes when her friend bumped her happily with her shoulder, "it's not many who can take out an A class villain on their own at such a young age."

Aizawa just nodded, taking another sip of his coffee, "the blood samples we have are being passed on to a quirk doctor, hopefully he'll be able to track just who this is from their quirk registry, and a few heroes will be doubling their night time patrols to try and catch him while he's injured-"

"-that won't be necessary." Nezu said dismissively, "with as young as he is, and with how injured he got, he will go to ground until he's fully healed; keep an eye out for that report on his blood analysis. With luck he'll be in our custody shortly."

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Izuku sneezed, looking up from his dinner in light suspicion before shrugging and going back to his food.

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"What would inspire a kid to do all of this?" Aizawa asked as Tsukauchi walked out of the interrogation room, "why throw his entire future away to play hero?"

"There's a whole slew of reasons." Tsukauchi said before Nezu could say anything, "he could have lost a loved one to the triads, his home life could be bad to where he has an innate need to go after criminals-his family may even be in the triads with how concentrated he is on them."

"All valid reasons," Nezu agreed, looking at Tsukauchi, "did the girls say anything else?"

"Nothing we didn't already know," Tsukauchi said, looking back in the room, where the girls were now having a bit of an argument now that there wasn't a cop in the room with them. "Jirou used her quirk to protect her friend, we won't be pressing charges but she will be getting a mark on her record for it. Nothing too strenuous."

"And I hope you told them no more 'intrepid reporting'." Aizawa grumbled.

Tsukauchi laughed at that, "Ororos has a news pass, so she was technically legal while doing this-just not too smart. She's been warned to wait until police are on scene before attempting interviews."

"Junior reporters." Aizawa scoffed, "It's a wonder more kids aren't out doing stupid things."

"There's been reports of a bat wielding kid going around busting drug dealers in Okinawa." Nezu quipped cheerfully, "and another of a girl with spider powers webbing up criminals on the other side of Tokyo. It seems they've been inspired."

"The Rabbit's started something," Tsukauchi agreed over Aizawa's long suffering groan, "the boy in Okinawa is a well-known delinquent, strength quirk, cops haven't been able to catch him because locals have been sheltering him; the girl in Tokyo was reportedly a Shiketsu hopeful until her father was killed; not a for sure ID because we haven't been able to catch her either."

"Kids doing the jobs of heroes…and actually doing it well…for now." AIzawa sighed, "and they're in the golden era of their run, no serious injuries save for what happened to Rabbit, that'll end sooner or later."

"Which means we just have to capture them before their golden era ends in tragedy." Nezu said solemnly, "For now focus on the boy in Okinawa, he's the most well known and the most likely to be caught first. The other two we just have to play by ear."

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Izuku yawned as he slowly trudged into class, ignoring the half-hearted taunts Bakugo's cronies threw his way as he settled into his desk. His body still ached from his fight with Double Down and the healing he'd gotten had wiped him out of energy to begin with; He was lucky he'd been able to wake up on time for school after sleeping the entire day sunday.

But now he was back in school, and ready for a few weeks of peace and quiet.

At least he had hoped that would be the case, Bakugo dashed those dreams almost as soon as he walked in; pushing past his friends and slamming his hand into Izuku's desk, "B-Bakugou-" Izuku began, a little pleased that the boy's face was still bruised from when Izuku had broken his nose.

"Shut it Deku." he hissed, "we got some shit to talk about. Meet me in the forest after school-or i'll tell everyone your little secret."

Izuku felt a cold chill run down his spine, his eyes hardened as he gave a wobbly smile, "I-i don't know what you're talking about-"

"-you know exactly what i'm talking about Rabbit." he whispered lowly, so quiet that none of the other students trying to listen in could hear, "in the forest. Be there in an hour with your kit, or the cops will know exactly what I do."

Izuku clenched his teeth to keep silent as the blonde bully slunk into his seat, the teacher coming in seconds later to begin the lesson.

He didn't know how Bakugo had figured it out, but he did know one thing.

He'd told the boy to back off and he didn't, now he'd reinforce the lesson he'd given him only three days ago.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE KNOW'S?"

Izuku winced at Melissa's shrill shriek as he held the phone away from his ear, he was still in his uniform and was waiting in a tree for Bakugo to show up. "I mean someone figured it out." Izuku grumbled tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose, "he's an…old friend, i'm sure he figured it out from the videos-"

"-and once again, thank you for using twitter," she grumbled sarcastically.

"I know, I know." he sighed, 'i'm about to take care of it.'

"...you're not about to kill him, are you?" she asked worriedly, "I know i'm mad but-"

"No, but I can't be sure if he'll want to be dead by the time I'm done." he muttered bitterly, "we…aren't friends anymore."

"...why don't you come by the shop after you're done." she suggested gently, "I could use your help in some projects…and we could watch some old pre-quirk movies."

Izuku smiled as he relaxed just a bit, "that'd be great, I'll let you know when I'm on my way."

"Great! Good luck Rabbit, Cyber out."

Izuku turned his comm off as he looked through the forest again, seeing Bakugo walking between the trees. Silent as a shadow he jumped between the trees, pulling his hood up.

"COME ON OUT DEKU, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"

Izuku dropped out of the tree, right behind Bakugo, making the boy whirl around, "There you are-I thought I told you to wear your kit god damn it!"

"Bakugo, I still don't know what you're-" he started, only for Bakugo to raise his phone up, playing the clip of him speaking with the two girls from the other day.

"Hi! Jade Rabbit, fan? I know you are,I'll sign something later, now run!"

Izuku blinked, "wow, you got a voice recording of the Rabbits voice." he said, feigning surprise and awe, "That's amazing Bak-" He stopped as suddenly Bakugo grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed into the nearby tree.

"Don't dick around with me Deku." he snapped, "i know that's you!"

"Are you crazy!?" Izuku yelped, holding his hands up placatingly, "me? A vigilante? Why would I do something so stupid?"

"Because you ARE stupid!" he snarled, "and don't think I don't know how good you are with that stupid shitty bow!"

"Did…you just compliment me?"

*BOOM!*

Izuku moved his head in time to dodge the explosion aimed at his head; with a grunt he grabbed the boys arm still clenching his shirt and hooked a leg around the limb, slamming bakugo into the ground, keeping the pinned arm aimed towards the sky, "I told you I wouldn't be your punching bag anymore, and I warned you what would happen if you used your quirk on me." he growled dangerously, "This is your one chance to make a liar out of me." Izuku let him go and jumped up, keeping his hands at the ready as Bakugo lunged at him; he pivoted around the boy's furious attack and drove his elbow down into his back, catching the blistering retaliatory punch at the wrist. His head tilting to the side, the heat making his eyes narrow a bit as he got Bakugo's arm back in an arm-bar, "I warned you-'' Izuku said coldly as he jerked hard.

POP!

Bakugo howled in pain as Izuku dislocated his arm, using the pain as leverage to force bakugo onto his stomach, arm painfully stretched behind his back, his other hand shot back to try and hit Izuku again; only for that one to be caught and strained back.

And then Izuku put his foot on the small of Bakugo's back, holding both arms back painfully. "I'm not the Rabbit." Izuku said pointedly, ignoring the pained growl that came from the blonde, "and past that blip of audio you have-one that doesn't even sound like me, might I add-you have no proof; so i'm going to leave, and if you try this crap again, i'm going to go through on my promise to break your arm." Izuku hesitated, then with a grimace he pulled hard on Bakugo's other hand, eliciting another sickening Pop! As he dislocated the arm as well, letting Bakugo go to flop down with another cry of pain.

"And from now on, leave me alone." Izuku said grimly, turning away and forcing himself to walk out of the forest.

Bakugo stayed curled on the floor, lost for a few moments in the new pain he'd felt only one other time when he'd gone overboard in training.

With a grunt he forced himself to his feet, arms hanging uselessly at his side, he fell against the tree, wincing a bit from the jostling it did to his arms, "3…2…1…" he bit back another scream as he popped his right shoulder back into place with a hard hit against the tree, staggering back as he clenched and unclenched his fist, irritatingly shaking the pins and needles from it as he took a few deep breaths and ran at the tree, slamming his other shoulder into it and popping it back into place. "Fuckin' SHIT!" He screamed as he fell to his knees, cradling both arms to his chest as he forced his breath to slow through a seething hiss.

"Fuckin….shitty…deku." he growled out, forcing himself to his feet. Once again, Deku had throttled him without even trying, and this time he'd incapacitated him even more thoroughly.

Would he have broken his arm had he kept trying? Would he next time? Could he afford the set back that would cause? He was already going to have to miss out on training for the next week because of the dislocations; with a shake of his head he began staggering out of the forest.

The nerd was right, he had no other proof about him other than the shitty voice recording that could easily be explained away; but that wouldn't stop him, he would find concrete evidence to prove he was the Jade Rabbit. He just had to go about it a different way.

That shitty nerd wasn't about to get away with playing hero and getting ahead of him. He wouldn't allow it.

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Melissa thrummed her fingers against the table as she waited for Izuku to show up, she was nervous to find out what happened between him and his friend, and was more than a little anxious to see if he showed up injured. Maybe she should've stayed on the phone in case his 'old friend' tried something; or maybe she should've sent the drone, it wasn't too late to do that now was it? Sure she'd locked down the Rabbit techfor the night, but she could easily activate-

A knock at the warehouse entrance had her jumping, "izuku?" she questioned, quickly jumping to her feet and striding over, "why are you knocking? You never-" she stopped as she opened the door to reveal the lanky, emaciated form of Toshinori Yagi, her pseudo uncle was carrying a pizza in his hands and giving her his best smile, holding up a plastic bag.

"Hey kiddo," he greeted awkwardly, "I uh…haven't seen you in a bit, so i figured i'd come by and make sure you were eating."

"I am." she said shortly, not even looking at the pizza, "I have a fully stocked minifridge. If that's all-" she tried to close the door, only for Toshinori to put his hand out to stop it.

"Can we talk?" he asked, "just real quick, I won't take any more of your time than I have to…and I brought honey barbeque wings."

she glared at him, then begrudgingly stepped to the side, letting him walk in to see all the gizmos and gadgets she was working on. "Is that a hoverboard?" he asked, pointing towards a half-finished silvery board sitting beside what looked like generators.

"Yes." She said distractedly, "the graviton emitters are still firing haphazardly, so I'll need to run a full diagnostic before I continue, but I'd say it'll be about a month before it's ready."

"That's amazing, your inventions never disappoint Melissa." he said with a genuine smile.

She swallowed the happiness she felt at his praise and crossed her arms, "what did you want to talk about? "She asked, keeping her voice level.

Toshi's smile turned a bit sad, "I just wanted to know how you were doing." he said placatingly, setting the pizza and wings down on the work table, "you haven't been coming by the apartment much-"

"-I've been busy." she said quickly, "lots of inventing to do before I apply to the support course at UA."

"So your ambition to go to UA is still there, I'm glad." he said gently, opening the pizza, "Mushrooms and pepperoni, your favorite."

This time Melissa smiled, a small one, but it was there, "thank you, Uncle Might." she said softly, taking a slice, "I'm…sorry, that I haven't gone by, I'll try and stop by more from here on out."

"Oh don't stress yourself on my account," Toshinori laughed, just a bit of the tension bleeding from his shoulders. "I know you've been busy, every time I blitz by on patrol you're hard at work; though I wouldn't say no to a phone call or two, just to let your father know you're settling in well."

"I will," she agreed, hesitating a bit, "so um…what do you think about the Jade Rabbit?" she asked, wincing a bit when his smile fell a bit.

"He does clean work, as far as I can tell." he began carefully, "but he definitely shouldn't be someone to emulate, vigilantism at that young of an age? I'm worried he's gonna get himself injured or worse…I hope you're not thinking of following in his footsteps." he said sternly, "I don't think David would forgive me if you wound up on the six o'clock news."

"It wouldn't be the worst thing ever." she mumbled mildly, grinning sheepishly when he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "I know, I know, quirkless can't be heroes." she sighed, sitting down as she began to eat her pizza, "we've had this conversation before."

Toshinori winced at that, "I…i'm sorry about that." he began.

"-don't be," She said around a mouthful of pizza, doing her best to ignore the pang in her heart, "i…it was wishful thinking, not like there's ever been a quirkless hero before, right?" she asked bitterly, shaking her head a bit, "and it's not like you were mean when you said it."

"But I could have been a lot nicer about it." Toshinori rebutted, shaking his head, "I-" he stopped as the door opened.

"Hey Melissa," Izuku called, not looking their way as he trudged over to the mini fridge, "sorry i'm late, needed a walk before I came by.'

Melissa pointedly looked down at her pizza as Toshinori slowly looked back to her, his frown slowly transforming into a slightly teasing grin, 'busy with inventing eh?" he asked. His voice making Izuku stand up straight, slowly looking over like a deer caught in headlights, a can of coke in his hand,

"I have been." she defended weakly, "this is Izuku, Izuku Midoriya, he's been helping me as an assistant."

"H-Hi." Izuku greeted meekly, waving at the emaciated man.

"How's it goin' kid, Toshinori Yagi." he said, walking up to the boy and shaking his hand, "so, how long have you known Melissa?"

"Ah-" Izuku trailed off as he watched Melissa start rapidly trying to ward him off from telling the truth, "we've known each other for…a month?"

Toshinori's lip twitched a bit in amusement, "only a month and you have him helping you with your inventions?" he asked, looking back at Melissa, face palming to try and hide the reddening of her cheeks, "you don't even let your dad help you-"

"-okay! You need to go now!" Melissa exclaimed quickly, jumping to her feet and ushering the now chuckling man out, "go on, go save a cat from a tree or something."

"Alright! Alright!" he laughed, " I'll leave you two to your 'inventing', good meeting you Young Midoriya." and with that, Toshinori left.

"Uh…so who was that?" Izuku asked, walking over to Melissa with a can of coke in his hand.

"My uncle." she groaned as she flopped back into her chair, "and now my dads' gonna be pestering me for who knows how long about you."

"A-about me?" he asked in confusion.

"Yep, he's gonna embellish like an old gossipy woman." she griped, "I bet we'll be married by the time he calls him."

"M-m-married!?" Izuku cried out, the can falling out of his hand in shock.

"N-not for real you idiot!" she snapped, blushing almost as deeply as he was as she punched his shoulder, "Toshi's just a damned tease, he won't pass up this chance to embarass me and-by extension-you."

"R-right." he chuckled awkwardly, "t-that makes way more sense…i…uh…you wanted my help on something?"

Melissa rolled her eyes, turning away from him as she fought to get her embarrassment under control, "yeah, I wanted to reconfigure the graviton emitters on the hoverboard, and I need to run a diagnostic on the phase blaster I was making for fun."

"You're…you're making a phase blaster for fun?" he asked incredulously.

"I also help a vigilante for fun, why does this surprise you?" she deadpanned.

"...yeah you're right, i can run the diagnostics while you work on the reconfiguration." he said as he moved towards the computer.

Melissa glanced over, hesitating for a bit before asking, "do you want to talk about what happened? You know, between you and your…'friend'?"

Izuku shook his head, "It was handled, he doesn't have any real proof, and I didn't confirm anything so…" he shook his head, "let's just get this done." he muttered.

Melissa popped her jaw, and then quickly walked over and turned off the terminal.

"I thought you wanted-" he stopped as she grabbed his arm and dragged him over to a sofa in the corner of the room, a new addition that she'd added over the weekend.

"That can wait for tomorrow," she said, "Toshi left pizza and wings. I say we pop in some Disney movies and unwind after the hectic weekend we had."

"Are you sure? I can-" he stopped as she practically threw him onto the couch, jumping onto the spot next to him.

"It can wait." she said sternly, patting around the couch for the remote, cheering a bit when she found it and hit a button, making a projector click on, turning the far wall into a giant screen, "what do you want to watch first?"

Izuku hesitated, then let himself relax a bit, "what about Treasure Planet?" he asked.

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Another hideout, another slaughter; he was hoping to run into the Rabbit tonight, but the hour was late and he hadn't been spotted anywhere.

It wasn't surprising, the boy had caught quite the beating the other night from what he'd heard over the Hero Network. He'd probably be laying low for a few weeks.

Which meant he had a few weeks of unrestrained work to do.

"You're dead." The Triad thug ground out, blood pooling under him from a hole the vigilante had blasted into his shoulder, "when the triad-" he was cut off as the man's booted foot stepped hard on his shoulder causing him to shriek in pain.

"I'm only gonna ask once." the bandana wearing gunslinger began, putting the muzzle of his revolver against the man's forehead, "where's Noriko?"

"I-I don't know." he ground out.

*click!*

The metallic sound had the man flinching as the hammer of the revolver slammed down on an empty cylinder, his eyes widening as he pulled the hammer back again, "I know I still have a bullet loaded in one of these Cylinders, wonder how many clicks it'll take."

"L-look man, we just move the stuff," the goon pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes, "I don't-" he flinched as another Click! Sounded out, followed by the groaning of metal as the hammer was once again pulled back, "w-w-we just get our orders over text! I don't-" he almost started crying as the hammer fell again, another empty click, but he could see the cylinders, he knew he only had one more chance, "-o-okay! Fine! I don't know where he is, but his lieutenants like to hang out at this bar in the Kita Ward Osaka-i-it was uh…" he blanked, he frantically tried to remember as the man leaned in.

"Tik. tok." he droned, his finger starting to tense.

"I-i-it was the Crow Bar!" he almost sobbed, "the crow bar, that's it! Please-"

*BOOM!*

The goon cried out as the bullet tore through his ear, causing him to fall over as he clutched at the bloody gash that was once his ear. The bullet was meant for his head, he knew it.

But someone had intervened.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing old man?" a gruff, young voice asked.

The vigilante raised his eyebrow as he regained his footing, the swing from the boy's bat having knocked him off balance when he'd fired.

The youth was dressed in what looked like a highschool uniform, unbuttoned and with the collar popped up, a ratty red shirt on underneath, the metal bat he'd used to knock his shot off course now leant against his shoulder as he gave the man in front of him a wide eyed glare. "I ain't partial to these Triad asshats either." he drawled,head cocking to the side, knocking loose a few dark strands of hair from his pompadour haircut, "but I ain't about to let someone torture a man."

"And who might you be?" the gunslinger asked, casually reloading his revolver, flicking the cylinder shut.

"Me? I'm Bad," he said, letting the bat fall in front of him, now gripping it with two hands, "but you can call me Metal Bat. Now, are you gonna walk? Or am I gonna have to knock your block off?"