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princesslayia · 1 year

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You Don’t need to be the Hero bakudeku x reader

Author note: the reader has a earth bending quirk .

Warnings: Cussing, blood, angst, near death experiences( happens to reader)

bad grammar

word count: 1,232

‘’Midoriya come back to UA with us there is no need for you to run.’’ IIda say’s as he and his fellow classmates look at the tired boy.” i’m not going back, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!’’ screamed midoriya as he looked at his classmates. ‘’Well you're doing a pretty shit job at, now you either bring your ass home or we’ll make you’’ bakugou says as sparks start form in his hands.’’Fine, if thats how its has to be so be it’ with that midoriya stands up pulling his mask back on his face getting in a position to fight. ‘’We don’t have to do this please, midoriya just come back to UA.’’ pleads Urakara as she sees her friends getting in fighting positions. With no hope left she puts on a stern face ready to do whatever it takes to get her friend back.’’you don’t always have to be the damn hero you fucking bitch!’’ yells y/n as she steps in the open ready to strike. “YOU WILL COME HOME !’’ yells bakugou as he flies in the air towards midoriya throwing explosions his way, quickly izuku doges and starts to run to the exit. Before he can make his way to the exit todoroki throws a ice ball his making Izuku stumble a little, anger starts to rise in Izuku as he finally see he will have to actually fight his friends if he wants a chance to leave.green sparks start to surround Izuku as he uses the speed to escape behind him he can hear IIda running after, making a sudden turn hr escapes IIda but not before he sees electricity being thrown his way’’I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS MAN’’ yells kaminari as he throws another strike his way, quickly izuku doges using black whip to slam kaminari into the ground hard.’’DENKI!’’ yells mina as she runs towards him not before throwing a acid ball towards izuku ‘’ talk to me denks’’ says mina as she slaps his face a little ‘’are you a angle’’ says a denki ‘’OH THANK GOD!’’ yells mina as she hugs denki hard. Looking at his friends he feels guilt for hurting kaminari, suddenly he feels the ground shake seeing dirt surround y/n as she lifts her hand big rocks start to be throw his, using his lighting sped he doges but before he can strike his attack bakugou throws a huge explosion his way causing him to crash hard in the ground with rocks flying everywhere around him. With a new found anger Izuku gets up cracking his bones he feels as electricity surround him without even thinking he amis right towards bakugou, before the energy could hit bakugou y/n jumps in getting hit flying through the slamming hard into the ground you can hear a loud crack as she lands into the earth. Quickly the anger that Izuku fades as he sees his friend laid out on the ground with her arm twisted in an inhuman way. Running as fast as he can he skids to a stop getting down on his knees to cradle y/n's face’’Y/n hey look at me’’ he whispers as he see her eyes start to slowly close ��’no no no NO’’ he yells as the girl in his arms goes limp. Everything around him seems to slow down he doesn’t noticed his classmates surround him as he holds y/n closer to him ‘’what did you do’’ bakugou says calmly ‘’WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!’’ bakugou says as he roughly jerks izuku up by his costume ’’I - I didn’t mean to, all I wanted to do was keep you all safe not hurt you’’ he cries as he stares at y/n ‘’we need to get her a hospital’’ he hears someone say ‘’i'm on it ‘’ and with that izuku sees y/n being picked by IIda running his way to the hospital. Still in bakugou's grip izuku stares at him with tears in his eyes ‘’I'm sorry Katsuki’’ bakugou can feel his gaze soften as he lets go of Izuku ‘’come home Izuku ‘’ says bakgou as he holds his hand for the boy to take.

Time skip to the hospital

It's been a week since the big fight between Izuku Midoriya and his classmate. Since y/n was put in the hospital, luckily the only damage she had was a broken arm and a few cuts but that didn’t stop bakugou nor Izuku staying be her side even if they were threaten to be kick out because the two boys would argue about who was wrong and who was right during the fight’’you know all i wanted to do was protect you and everyone from shigaraki’’ izuku says as he sits on one side of the bed holding y/n’s hand while bakugou was on the other side holding her other hand ‘’ you don’t always have to be the hero dek- izuku’’ bakugou says quietly as he stares at the hand he's holding ‘’kacchan im sor-’’ suddenly they feel y/n stir awake. Both of the boys stare at each other as they watch the young girl open her eyes groaning in pain ‘’y/n You're awake!’’ Izuku grips her right hand tightly ‘’Not so loud idiot’’ says bakugou as he grips y/ns left hand tightly’’ I’m just happy she's safe kacchan’’ says Izuku as he smiles down at the girl. Finally coming to her senses y/n looks to see both Izuku and bakugou holding her hands tightly ‘’wh-whats going on’’ ‘’this dumbass broke your arm’’ bakugou says glaring at the green haired boy ‘’Y/n I never meant to hurt you, all i wanted was to protect all of’’. y/n grips both of the boys hands tightly’’ come closer bot of you’’ whisper y/n, both of the boys look at each other before leaning close to y/n ‘’If you two ever fight and i'm in the middle of it again I will gladly kill you both’’ the girl says with a smile on her face.’’I’m glad your still the same y/n’’ Izuku says with a laugh. ‘HA like I would give you the chance to kick my ass’’ bakugou says with a real smile on his face. ‘’I have something to tell you guys’’ says izuku as he looks at the floor suddenly nervous for what he was about to say ‘’ Y/n , Bakugou I love you both’’ the boy says not looking up ‘’I know dumbass I read your notebook’’ says bakugou ‘’ YOU DID WHAT!’’ yells the flustered boy ‘’ will ya shut up,we like you too idiot’’ bakugou says grabbing Izuku’s hand ‘’really?’’ he looks at y/n to make sure that she indeed like him like kacchan says ‘’ It’s true I do like you izuku’’ with sudden joy fills the young boy he kisses y/n ‘’ You little shit I wanted to do that’’ says bakugou as he pushes izuku out of the way not even giving y/n a chance to breath before he kisses her quickly ‘’woah’’ is all the girl could says as she looks at both of the boys happily. ‘’ so does this mean we’re a thing’’ ‘’if you want us to be ‘’ says bakugou as Izuku nods in agreement ‘’I do more than anything’’ y/n says softly as she leans against the green headed boy ‘’ then lets be together forever’’ bakugou says as he leans in giving both izuku and y/n a small kiss on the head.

I Suck at ending stories :(

#bnha bakugou #vigilante izuku #deku #bakudeku x reader #angst with a happy ending #reader

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godshitgirl · 3 months

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| It Hurts | TodoBaku /DekuBaku |

TW: Self harm

Katsuki's bad habits start creeping back up again after Izuku leaves UA. Luckily, Shoto is here to lend a hand.

9:28pm, Thursday

Recovery Girl had an expected, yet, unwanted visitor.

Weakly stepping into her clinic was Class 1-A's homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa with a young boy named Katsuki by his side.

To say the boy was disheveled would be an understatement. Almost every inch of his skin was littered with cuts and scars, even some had burns of them from what looked like small, concentrated explosions. He looked like a child had covered him in deep red stickers.

The nurse let out a sigh of worry. She didn't need to say anything as a simple exchange of knowing nods from the teacher to her accomplished more than necessary. Mr. Aizawa carefully led his student to an all-so-familiar bed and sat on the chair next to him. They had been in here so many times the chair was already sitting there, morbidly waiting for their return.

Recovery Girl took Katsuki's hands and examined his wrists. The cuts were not as deep as before, but there were far more of them, implying a rapid, repetitive motion instead of deep, long, slow ones. She rolled up his pant leg which revealed a set of bruises littered all over each of them, no visible pattern, though it seemed similar to the ones he had when he "fell" down the stairs a couple times that one day.

Now for the part she was looking forward to the least. She couldn't bare it, the way her heart broke each time she did it. Slowly raising her head, the nurse met the boy eye-to-eye. Yet, his pupils weren't facing her. They were facing forward, but they weren't particularly looking at anything. Its like a vast hole had opened up and sucked out all the life from his eyes. Aside from that, there were cuts on his lips, bruises on his cheek, his nose was bleeding, and a deep gash had appeared under his eye. Yet his expression remained the same, empty, lifeless, stoic, despite the deep physical pain.

"As usual," the old woman started, trying her best to break the silence and replace it with something more...wholesome. Yet the news was going to be rather far from it. "The sheer amount of injuries will take a while to heal completely, which I'm guessing is what you want," she tried to meet the boy's gaze again, but he still stared into nothing. "Even with my Quirk I can only do so much. Anyway, I suggest you stay the night. There's nothing much I can do, but at least I can ensure you won't be alone, if that's okay with you." She turned to face Aizawa, whose head was in his hand as he slouched forwards in his chair. His long black hair was tied into a messy ponytail with a couple strands in the way of his face. He looked up from where he had leaned his weight on his hand to reply to her, letting her know he'd be okay with staying to watch over his student. With that she went to gather some tools she would need for the procedure. With her gone, Aizawa took the chance to speak.

"You said you weren't gonna do this anymore." He said.

"I know. Sorry." Came Katsuki's rarely monotone voice. He didn't even bother to look his teacher in the eye, not that he could anyway.

"You're worrying me, you know that? And if your friends and family knew they'd be worried sick as well, you do know that, right?"

"I know. Sorry." Katsuki repeated.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt."

"I know. Sorry."

"Hurting yourself won't bring him back."

"....".

Katsuki's lips moved as if he was about to say something, but after a second of thought he shut it again. He didn't answer him after that.

Recovery Girl activated her Quirk but as it could take a couple hours, she needed to cover the wounds to ensure that they wouldn't get infected during the wait. After that she left the clinic and went home, leaving a sleeping Aizawa next to a, to use a more accurate term, passed out Katsuki.

12:17am, Friday

Katsuki's eyes opened. The whole room was dark as the lights were off but he could still make out what it looked like. To his right was a curtain hiding away another bed. To his left, a bedside table, on it a phone, wallet, and set of keys, as well as a sleeping Aizawa sitting next to it. Seated upright, he took a look at his arm. The cuts that had just been made hours before were almost entirely healed. All that remained were thin red lines that stretched across his wrist. With his other hand he traced a finger on them in a perpendicular motion, feeling the ridges of the scars paint patterns on his sense of touch. Looking around he realized no one else was there, and that it was already past 12. With nothing better to do, but not without a rather unstable mental condition, he quietly got off the bed and snuck out of the room.

The halls of UA were darker than he expected. He reached out a hand and felt around the walls to know where he was going. Once he got to the stairs he heard a set of footsteps coming closer, forcing him to race up the steps in case it was Aizawa ready to give him another lecture. He didn't count how many steps or staircases he went up until he was face-to-face with a door. It was the only thing on that floor which proved he was on the school rooftop. He was about to climb back down when he noticed the door was slightly ajar, not locked like he had thought it was. Hesitantly he walked out and was met with the cool breeze of the early morning city. The cement was cold under his feet and the wind hit his skin like it knew something. He hadn't felt so tranquil in such a long time.

The breeze swept his messy, spiky hair out of the way, enabling him to get a clear view of the sky above him. He finally understood why the sky was always associated with heaven or with gods. What he saw was ethereal. The clouds were of a light blue and swayed across the canvas as little bright stars littered the deep blue ocean. The moon was nonexistant that night.

"Bakugou," came a voice.

Katsuki turned his head to meet his eyes with his classmate. Red and white strands of messy bedhead swayed around his face, grounded by his scalp. Shoto's eyes were wide in what wasn't exactly shock, but of something more tranquil. He had seen something far more beautiful than the ethereal night sky right then and there.

The boys were silent for a second.

"Hey." Katsuki greeted. He didn't know exactly what to say.

"I, uh..." Shoto started. "I heard that something happened to you, so I went to the clinic to check and, uh, you weren't there, so...." the awkwardness in his voice interrupted his speech.

They were quiet again. It was like the only sound in the world was of the wind howling in the distance.

Suddenly, a soft burst of laughter erupted from their mouths.

"What was that?" Katsuki asked, a hand loosely covering his awkward smile. "You sounded so nervous!"

"I dunno! It just happened!" Shoto laughed so hard he snorted, causing Katsuki to pause yet laugh some more. As soon as they quieted down, the two boys sat side by side on the floor with their eyes gazing up at the stars.

"I heard what happened." Shoto started. "What's been happening...Bakugou, I'm so-"

"Save it." Katsuki cut him off. Yet there was a slight lack of venom in his voice, as if he was genuinely upset but...not angry.

"I'm not here to hear some bullshit about how you care about me, and how you love me, and how you're there for me, I just..." He looked down in what seemed like...shame? Grief? Disappointment? "I just want you to stay. That's it. No talking necessary."

Silence. Then,

"We don't have to talk." Shoto spoke up.

"But to be fair, I don't like what he did either." Katsuki's eyes widened as he swiftly turned to look at Shoto.

"What?"

"He left. Instead of trusting in us that we would help him, he went off to deal with it on his own. He didn't think about or care what it would do to us, he was only thinking about himself." He said.

"It was stupid."

"Yeah, it was really stupid." Katsuki smirked and looked away.

"He shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah."

"I honestly don't know who's hurting from that decision more, him or you."

There was silence again.

"He doesn't deserve you, Bakugou." Shoto said, yet his eyes were focused on a cricket that had made its way to the rooftop in front of them.

"After everything you've been through together, he doesn't get to just leave. He doesn't get to do that to you."

Katsuki's eyes softened, and he looked away again, focusing instead on his criss-crossed legs.

"You don't have to say that."

"I want to."

"Okay."

"I think it's true."

"Yeah."

Katsuki looked up at the sky again. There they were, the light blue clouds, the shining distant stars, the deep blue ocean above and yet, this time, the moon was present. Rising and shining like it had been there all along. But for some reason, Katsuki only noticed it was there now.

Maybe it was there the whole time, and he didn't even realize it.

He leaned his head onto his friend's shoulder.

"I think it is, too."

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WOOO BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE FED YALL HUH

sorry if it isn't that good I'm tired and just wanted to get this idea out of my head

BKG BBY HE DOESNT DESERVE YOUUUUU

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 1 day

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#AO3 Link #☠️#AO3 Izuku #♦#Izuku Midoriya #AFO #Hisashi Midoriya #Yoichi #R:T #W:D #A:Katydid #Vigilante AU #Dad for One #Ghost AU #Angst

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thatforgottenbasilisk · 5 months

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Two Quirkless Teens Commit Plagiarism and Vigilantism!

Words: 4705

(AO3 link)

(here's hoping the readmore works)

Izuku knows that this is a really stupid idea.

Being a vigilante is very dangerous business, he knows that, especially when considering that most people who go into it are full adults with quirks, while he's thirteen and quirkless. He doesn't know what other choice he has, though, because he's thirteen and quirkless and he wants to be a hero more than anything. He figures a few years of experience being a vigilante will at least get him past the UA Entrance Exam since his 'quirk' won't, that is, if he doesn't get himself killed in the process.

It's not like he has any better ideas on how to get into UA. The use of support items is so controlled in the Hero Course entrance exam rules that he's surprised that anybody could get through with so much as an extra thread on their clothes; the weight of the academic portion of the exam is small enough that he's seen multiple posts circulating that boast perfect scores on this part met with rejection due to poor physical performance; he doesn't know any current or retired Pros, so a recommendation is functionally impossible; all in all, he's out of luck on anything that doesn't involve blatant, straight-up cheating- which is technically allowed, as long as the applicant in question can get it past all the observing staff and Principal Nedzu before acceptance letters are sent out- so since he's not taking any chances with that, he has to get a leg up somehow.

Thus, technically-not-illegal vigilantism. Vigilante laws don't apply to the quirkless, so he can't be charged for it, but he can still very much get murdered by any criminal that feels like he's a little too annoying.

Izuku weighed all the pros and cons a million times before tonight, and every time, the pros came out on top. That's why he's decked out in all black but for the shoes, standing on the roof of his apartment building, trying to gather the courage to jump to the next roof over. He actually practiced this kind of jump in the school gym, but that was a maximum of ten feet in the air with mats under him, while this is multiple stories above solid concrete.

When he finally gathers his courage, backs up, and takes a running leap off his building, it feels like a grand victory. He makes it to the other side easier than he thought he would, easier even than in the gym, and he only stumbles a little on the landing. He heaves a few big breaths, puts his hands on his knees, and promptly realizes that he's going to have to do this another dozen times tonight if he doesn't want to just be running around on the ground.

The thought is almost enough to make him turn around and jump back to his own apartment building, or else climb down the fire escape and start running around alleyways, but he decides against both of those options. The rooftops are one of the few things that can give him an advantage out here, considering how small he is compared to even others his own age, he needs the element of surprise or something to keep himself from getting stabbed immediately. Izuku remembers that, and holds the thought in his head for a moment before he decides to jump to the next building over.

With every jump, it gets easier, and with every jump he gets further and further away from home. He can still see the general area where his apartment building is, but he can't see the building itself clearly anymore, which he supposes is a good thing; it means that he's less likely to be identified as "the quirkless kid from that building over there."

He's just made another jump when he hears a crash coming from an alleyway below. He runs over towards it and looks down over the lip of the building he's on, to see a big man in a makeshift costume beating up another, smaller man, while the distant clicking of high heels on concrete fades away in the opposite direction.

Izuku wonders if he should wait for the other vigilante to finish doing his thing and then introduce himself, or just run away and look for more he could be doing. It's clear that the other vigilante has it covered, judging by the zipties on the now-unconscious man as well as the phone call on the man's own cell phone, but Izuku's problem now is whether or not to alert the other vigilante to his presence. He's heard of violence happening between vigilantes, it's on the news all the time, but that could easily be exaggerated or outright lies because of the push to discourage this sort of thing.

The big man drops the guy's phone and starts walking off, and that's when Izuku spots his shoes- bright, quirkless red, just like his own. Decision made, Izuku bangs on the fire escape exactly once, making a big metal sound that catches the man's attention easily. He looks up at Izuku, who meets his eyes and waves. While he can't quite hear what the man's saying, he's pretty sure that it's something that Mom wouldn't want said in the house, because it's an indecipherable hiss just before he starts climbing up the fire escape.

"Why the hell are you out here, kid?" Asks the man the moment he gets up onto the roof. Technically, he isn't even on the roof yet, still standing on the metal of the fire escape, but he's still towering over Izuku, which is what counts at the moment.

Izuku shrugs. "I want to be a vigilante."

The man sighs in clear exasperation, and asks with more force, "And why the hell do you want to do that?"

Izuku shrugs again. "I want to help people. Can't exactly do that as a Pro." He kicks his foot out aimlessly for emphasis, and the man seems to get it immediately.

"Okay then. Guess there's no convincing you otherwise, is there? We're the stubbornest bunch of people anyone's ever met."

Izuku nods in agreement, glad that no real argument has taken place. He'd been getting kind of worried, that the vigilante would make him stop this or else make him go home, but he gave up pretty quick once he noticed the shoes.

"Anyway, you thought of a name yet? I'm Frozone, like the guy in that old movie. Pros have a bunch of restrictions on what they can name themselves, but we don't have those problems." The man- Frozone- says conspiratorially, like he's encouraging Izuku to break some kind of hidden rule.

"Isn't that an ice-related name, though? You're quirkless, so why would you go with a themed name like that when you could be Mr. Incredible, or Mr. Fantastic, or- or even Captain Hero, if you want a historical character with a vague name." Izuku lets himself ramble a little, now that he's got someone friendly listening. Frozone laughs in response, and makes an exaggerated movement that might be an attempt to convey a wink through a completely opaque mask.

"That's where the psychological warfare comes in. If someone hears my name is Frozone, then they're gonna come at me with fire quirks and shit, right? But guess what! I'm fireproof!" Frozone then rolls up a sleeve to proudly show off a bunch of massive, puckered burn scars taking up most of his arm. Izuku barely has time to notice that one of them is shaped suspiciously similarly to a hand before Frozone pulls his sleeve back down.

"Scar tissue's thicker than regular skin, so the more burns, the more fireproofing." Frozone concludes, and Izuku's only a little bit horrified.

"That's all from this?" He asks incredulously, and Frozone seems to balk for a moment before he recovers.

He sighs, and tells Izuku soberly, "Most of it? No. I'm not going to lie to try and scare you off like most others would. I do have some fun scars from the job, but a lot of this is from the other side of the mask. I'm sure there are others who are the same, but they'll all tell you it's all from this. They tell me that it's all from this, because they think I'm too young for this job." He says it in a way that brokers no questions, not even to ask for clarification on how old Frozone really is. He seems like an adult, but he's also got his face covered, so Izuku can only guess based on height and build- Frozone's a giant, but that doesn't mean he's an adult, just heavily implies that he's beyond middle school and thus older than Izuku.

There's silence, for a moment, before Frozone laughs loudly and says, "Don't look so serious about it! Shit happens, that's all. I used to work in a kitchen, and one time a whole pot of boiling water got spilled all over me, you can still see it on my chest. It's not all bad, kid, sometimes accidents happen. I'm just... accident-prone." Frozone says accident-prone in the same way that Izuku sometimes says that Kacchan is his best friend. Sometimes Kacchan is his best friend, and sometimes accidents do happen, but that can't be all there is to it. That's never all there is to it.

"I'm accident-prone too, sometimes. Not like that, though. I don't have any scars." Izuku says plainly, and it's not really a lie. He's got scars on his knees from running too fast too many times and hitting too many different parts of the pavement or the road, but that's not what either of them are actually talking about. They're both quirkless, though. They both get it.

Frozone nods in what seems to be approval. "Good. Now, considering you're probably, like, twelve- "

"Thirteen." Izuku interrupts. Frozone waves his hand in the air like he's physically batting Izuku's correction away.

"Whatever. Considering that you're a fetus, do you even know how to throw a punch?" Izuku's a little insulted, but he's short for his age and his voice hasn't cracked a whole lot yet, so he can't blame Frozone for calling him young.

"No." Izuku answers, and Frozone sighs.

"Why'd you even come out here, then? You even pick a name before cutting holes in that sock on your head?" Izuku's mask is not a sock he cut holes out of, thank you very much, it's a balaclava that the store said was one-size-fits-all and apparently wasn't.

He didn't pick a name before coming out here, though. He shrugs sheepishly, and Frozone sighs again. Izuku's beginning to sense a pattern here.

"Okay, that's your homework. If you come back out here, you better have ideas. You will not let the heroes or cops name you, got it? That's how people get stuck with stupid shit." Izuku nods sharply, as though he's a soldier nodding to a drill sergeant, and Frozone crosses his arms, still looking disappointed.

"Cool. Now, I'm not going to let you run around and get the crap beat out of you because you don't know what the hell you're doing, and if you're dumb enough to be out here in the first place, you're probably dumb enough to keep coming back. I'll teach you how to fight, and trust me, it's going to suck. You're a little twig right now, so building that muscle memory's going to hurt like a bitch. I won't blame you if you decide to quit because of this, alright? You're gonna get more banged up out here by me than you will by most criminals later on, so if you're going to back out because of injuries, I suggest you do it now."

Izuku stays standing where he is. He and Frozone stare at each other for a moment or two, before Frozone nods.

"Alright. Here's how you throw a punch."

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"Oh, fuck."

Izuku's been doing this for three months, now, and he'd like to say that he's pretty okay at throwing punches, jumping around rooftops, and getting out of fights he can't handle. He can even hold his own when Kacchan doesn't feel like being his best friend, which is nice, especially considering that Kacchan seems to respect him a lot more now that Izuku's given him a black eye that one time.

They exchange nods in the hallways now. Kacchan is acknowledging his existence. In public. Willingly. Izuku feels like he's living in a dream.

Frozone is a constant, and though Izuku's pretty sure he hasn't figured out where he lives, he's consistently in the same areas of town at the same times of night, even though before Izuku started being a vigilante he never saw Frozone around these parts of town at these times of night. He still hasn't thought of a name for himself, but that's not for lack of trying- his current favorite is the one that was stuck on him by another vigilante, a woman called Electrode with very intense mom energy, who had actually seen the movie that Frozone stole his name from, and summarily dubbed Izuku as 'Mr. Incredible.' He likes it, especially since it makes him and Frozone more obviously a unit, and because it's vague and gives no hints about his quirk or lack thereof.

All that said, he has never heard the sheer panic and dread come from Frozone that he just heard in that single utterance alone. Izuku looks around worriedly, but he doesn't see anyone around them; before he has the chance to look up, however, Frozone places a single huge hand on top of Izuku's head.

"Do not look up, kid. That's how he'll know we've noticed him." Frozone's voice is quiet and serious, and Izuku's growing more and more confused as Frozone starts looking for an exit to the alleyway that they are currently in.

"That's how who will notice? Who are we running from?" Izuku whispers urgently, and Frozone just shushes him.

"Eraserhead," he hisses in a half-reverent whisper. Izuku's never heard of the name before, but it must belong to someone pretty important on the vigilante scene for his presence to cause this kind of reaction in the up-to-now cool and unbothered Frozone. He removes his hand from the top of Izuku's head and immediately places it on Izuku's shoulder, in order to steer them both out of the alleyway in a way that is obviously pretending to be casual, at a pace that can best be described as the closest a powerwalk can possibly come to a dead sprint.

"Is he a criminal? A vigilante? A hero? Who exactly are we avoiding, here?" Izuku mumbles under his breath, knowing that Frozone is just close enough to be able to hear him. A name offers only questions and no real answers, and Izuku would like to know exactly how scared he should be- is he running away from a night in jail, or from getting decapitated?

"He's one of those underground heroes, the kind that's chill with people like us. Thing is, he's a teacher, so he's real protective of kids and I do not want him trying to arrest me for child endangerment." Frozone hurriedly explains as they continue their powerwalk through the back alleys behind what's a popular shopping district in the daytime, and criminal hotspot at night. There are a few soft noises above them, quiet enough that Izuku wouldn't have noticed if he weren't specifically paying attention to anything coming from the rooftops, and he'd bet good money that Frozone's glancing up every so often through his mask.

"How would he arrest you for child endangerment? I'm not your responsibility, you're not my real dad." Izuku asks, and then quips, hoping to lighten the mood at least a little. Frozone doesn't respond for a moment, and then Izuku suddenly notices the homeless-looking guy who just dropped in front of them from the fucking sky.

... He's been spending too much time with Frozone lately.

"Hello, Frozone. Long time no see." The man says cordially, and Frozone's grip on Izuku's shoulder grows marginally tighter. He's got the same icy faux-polite tone as a teacher that's about to assign him several detentions, and Izuku knows that this must be Eraserhead. Nobody could pull off that tone without several years' worth of interactions in teaching children.

"Evening, Eraser. Changed my routes, you know how it is." Frozone says conversationally, in the tone of a child who's just been caught with his hand in the teacher's desk drawer. Eraserhead narrows his eyes at Izuku, who is doing a really quite admirable job of standing still and not shaking in fear. Eraserhead seems like a scary teacher. He probably doesn't teach kindergarten.

"Right. And who would your associate be? I haven't seen you around before." Eraserhead directs the last statement directly at Izuku, as though he's giving him the benefit of the doubt and giving him the chance to prove that he's just a really short adult. Izuku cannot prove this, though, and discretely kicks Frozone in the shin in lieu of answering. Frozone seems to understand the message immediately, and after a moment's hesitation, he and Izuku both start running at full speed in opposite directions.

He'd never expected to be able to outrun or even escape a pro hero, and for a fleeting moment, he imagines that he could defy his own beliefs about himself, and have another wild story that he wishes he could tell Kacchan. Unfortunately, this hope is brutally murdered in a matter of seconds, when he and Frozone are both tangled in what appears to be a bright white scarf, but feels like the stuff that rope climbing harnesses are made of mixed with some kind of metal.

"So it seems the rumors are true. It's not enough that you're out here running around and trying to get killed, you had to bring a kid into this, too. Trying to look cool for your brother or something, Frozone?" Eraserhead asks coldly, mostly just addressing Frozone, who was also caught up in Eraserhead's scarf-thing in the same matter of seconds as Izuku. No wonder this guy's a pro, he's got his own unique weapon and mastery of it, too.

"Hey! He didn't tell me to do anything, I'm a feral gremlin child! I don't even know who he is under the mask!" Izuku shouts in Frozone's defense, echoing Frozone's own exasperated nicknames for him to boot. The both of them stare incredulously over at him- Eraserhead's got it written all over his face, and he's learned to read Frozone's expressions even without seeing his actual face.

"... Yeah. What he said." Frozone echoes in a mystified voice, and Eraserhead glares at the both of them.

"Kid, I hate to do this to you, but I'm going to have to call your parents. At least wait until middle school to get into vigilantism." Eraserhead says drily, finally actually addressing Izuku himself. Izuku, for his part, is mostly insulted about the extreme lowball on his age- he is not that short- and nearly reveals personal information before thinking better of it. Of course, he's still going to reveal personal information, but he's not about to go blurting out his year or age to a guy that's about to arrest Frozone for something he's not actually responsible for. Izuku can make his own decisions, thank you.

"I'm in middle school, for your information, so by your own words I'm all clear. Also, my mom's on night shift and good luck getting a hold of my dad, so I honestly think it would be easier for everyone involved if you'd let me go." Yeah, he's definitely spending way too much time with Frozone. He would not have been this mouthy three months ago, but it's kind of late and he's not taking any of it back.

Eraserhead pinches the bridge of his nose, while Frozone quietly snickers beside him. If Izuku could free one of his hands, he'd give him a fist bump.

"Be that as it may," Eraserhead begins, obviously aggravated, "I'm still going to have to arrest you, Frozone. You've been letting him hang around you while actively getting into dangerous situations. That constitutes a violation of child endangerment laws. You know I can't control what you do with your own life, but there is a line, and you were supposed to respect that."

Frozone is silent, for a moment, before he sighs in seeming defeat. "Here goes my trump card and all semblance of peace..." he mutters to himself, just barely loud enough for Izuku to hear him, and clears his throat to speak.

"Unfortunately, Eraser, you cannot arrest a minor for child endangerment." Frozone solemnly intones, and Izuku and Eraserhead both stare at him in naked disbelief. It's so silent that Izuku swears he can hear the rats scurrying away a few buildings over, and after a moment, Frozone clearly sees the need to continue.

"I'm seventeen," he clarifies, as if that makes it any better.

"You're a child." Eraserhead echoes in obvious shock. They've clearly known each other for a while, so Izuku supposes that Eraserhead's caught off guard by this development far more than Izuku is.

"Technically speaking." Frozone replies.

"... For how long?" Eraserhead asks, before making a face like he's just realized exactly what he's asked.

"My whole life." Frozone shoots back, because he, too, is a smart-ass. Izuku definitely picked it up from somewhere.

"You know what I mean. How long have you been hiding it from me? We met two years ago!" Eraserhead looks like he's about two seconds away from pulling at his own hair in frustration, the same way that Izuku sometimes does when it gets too long and a little too easy to grab.

"Well I'm sorry that I was a particularly tall fifteen-year-old! I didn't exactly hide anything, I thought everyone knew!" Frozone shouts back in increasing exasperation, and Izuku fights the growing urge to laugh. It seems like Frozone had the opposite problem to Izuku, and simply used- is still using- it to his advantage.

"Well, this certainly is a situation! Personally, I think we could all process this development a lot better if nobody was tied up! Don't you agree, Frozone?" Izuku exclaims cheerfully, and Frozone starts nodding along.

"... I have to call both your parents." Eraserhead says, with no small amount of dread in his voice, and Frozone immediately starts shouting in protest.

"Hey! No! Fuck that, no way in hell, you're not gonna get me killed because I go out and do the same shit you do!" Frozone straight out starts screaming, and Izuku knows he's not the only one taken aback. "Most of those 'kitchen accidents' aren't from that restaurant job I talked about, you know! I only worked there for a couple months, and my only real injury was the boiling water thing! You think my old man would have a problem putting me in the ground permanently? News flash, he fucking won't! Let me the fuck out, Eraserhead!"

Frozone's thrashing around in the scarf-thing, and Eraserhead's grip on it must have slackened just enough in his shock that Frozone manages to get free. Before Eraserhead manages to get the scarf in a grip that would allow him to throw it at Frozone again, he's already gone, leaving Izuku alone with the guilty-looking pro hero.

"... Just go home, kid. Keep yourselves out of trouble." Eraserhead says in the most defeated tone that Izuku's ever heard from an adult, especially one in authority, but he doesn't need to be told twice. Izuku runs home earlier than usual that night, and realizes that while he could technically be angry at Frozone for leaving him there, he really, really isn't.

---

The next time Izuku sees Frozone is two weeks later.

Honestly, he'd thought that Frozone was avoiding him. He still kind of thinks that, considering that he doesn't see him in any of their usual meetup spots, but instead behind a dumpster where Frozone is kind of bleeding out.

He's probably not actually bleeding out, the logical part of Izuku's brain says, but that part is mostly drowned out by his internal screaming. There's a massive piece of glass stuck in Frozone's side, and the broken windows of the restaurant that Frozone is leaning against tell him where it came from. Izuku's not too sure about what to do in case of a stab wound, only that he shouldn't pull out the thing that the person was stabbed with.

"Hey, hey Frozone, can you hear me?" Izuku asks, not touching anywhere near the wound in fear of aggravating it.

"Yeah," Frozone responds quietly, after a moment of coughing. "I hear you, kid. Sorry you had to see me like this."

"No, it's fine, not your fault someone got you." Izuku immediately reassures, hands still hovering around the shard of glass, unsure of what to do.

"Didn't see the bastard coming. It's fine, though. There's, uh, there's a burner phone in my pocket, go ahead and grab that, alright? You're gonna call that number, and you're gonna tell the person on the other end of the line that Natsuo's just escaped another ransom attempt. Then give 'em this address. Got that?" Frozone says, very businesslike, and Izuku hates that Frozone's real name is probably Natsuo, and that he didn't get to tell him on his own terms.

Izuku nods, and grabs the burner phone. He dials the only contact, and Frozone takes his mask off and tosses it into the dumpster above them.

"This is Endeavor Agency's emergency line." A gruff voice immediately picks up on the other end, and Izuku nearly chokes in surprise. How did Frozone get this kind of connection? Why does he have Endeavor's emergency phone line in his pocket?

Still, he's got a job to do. "H- Hi, um, we're on the corner of 5th and Main, in the alleyway behind the dumpster, um. N- Natsuo just escaped another ransom attempt? That's what he told me to tell you, I'm sorry, sir, I just- I just got here, I don't know what's happened- " He cuts himself off as the dial tone drones loudly into his ear, and he snaps the phone shut. His stutter's gotten a lot better recently, but this is an entirely new situation, and he's still sort of reeling from the idea that Frozone isn't as infallible and strong as he's always seemed. Even when he was yelling at Eraserhead, there was a sort of defiance to it, but now he's laying in a pool of his own blood- not dying, Izuku feels like he'd know if Frozone was dying- and looking pretty pale.

"He hung up on you, right?" Frozone asks, and Izuku doesn't like that he can now see the exhaustion in his face, rather than reading it from his mask, voice, and body language.

Izuku nods, and hands the burner back to Frozone.

"I'll tell you the full story at some point. Once I'm medically cleared from this, probably. Sorry to spring all that shit on you with Eraserhead, and now with this..." Frozone huffs to himself. "This isn't how I'd have liked to tell you any of that personal shit. I'll be fine, I don't think this hurt anything vital, it just hurts like a bitch."

There's silence between them, for a moment, before Frozone quietly says, "That is my name, you know. Natsuo. You can call me that if no one's around, I don't really care. You know enough about me already, may as well, right?"

There's silence for another few moments. Natsuo finally says, even quieter than before, just barely above a whisper, "Hey. You're scaring me, kid."

Izuku jolts a little bit, and starts twisting his hands together nervously. "I'm... I'm sorry. I don't- "

Whatever he was about to say- unbeknownst to even himself, really- is drowned out by the approaching roar of fire coming from above the rooftops, followed by sirens off in the distance. Natsuo starts pushing Izuku away, and he gets the message and starts running.

He doesn't want to be caught by Endeavor.

#my writing #mha #mha fic #angst #vigilante midoriya izuku #quirkless midoriya izuku

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