Chapter 27

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"I paid a visit to the boy's middle school and asked the staff a few questions. They gave the boy a lot of praise, but I could sense that they were all hiding something."

"What, you mean like...Quirkless prejudice?" Ezio queried, a pit opening up in his stomach.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Tsukauchi confessed.

"Not only that, but the attack on UA led me to my second run-in with Katsuki Bakugo. He and Izuku used to be classmates back in Aldera, going back as to when they were toddlers."

"And there's no way that that's pure coincidence." The laid-back detective pointed out.

"I agree. When I first questioned Bakugo about Midoriya back at Aldera, he came off as the exact opposite of what the teachers described him to be." The strict detective stated.

"Every time I asked him about Midoriya, he'd react with hostile disinterest, claiming that he didn't care about him in the least. Surprised he made it into UA at all, with that temper of his."

"Don't hero schools look into kids backgrounds before enrolling them?" The laid-back detective questioned.

"They do, especially UA," Tsukauchi noted. "But Aldera must've painted up the boy's record to look pristine enough to get him in. Any chance they can get to have a 'rising star' coming from their school."

"I don't like this..." Ezio rubbed his head with a grave look on his face. He then pointed to the innocent-looking boy in the picture. "If that cinnamon bun of a kid really is the Rabbit, then it sounds to me that he had plenty of reason to snap."

"My gut's been telling me the same thing. But like I said..." Tsukauchi picked up the picture of the missing child, smiling shyly back at him.

"I really hope it's wrong...If I have to tell Ms Midoriya that her son has become a villain that's sent over thirty-five heroes to the hospital...It just might break what's left of her..."

Inko stood at the stove, frying up another helping of her son's favourite food in the kitchen. The area looked as dishevelled as she did, with dirty dishes piled up in the sink and food stains strewn across the counter.

Her lifeless eyes stared down at the slab of breaded pork in the pan. Figuring that was long enough, she lifted the cutlet out of the bubbling oil and onto a plate, with a waiting pile of steaming rice on the side.

She picked up the plate and made her way out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

Missing posters with her son's face on them were scattered across the table, nearly making her lose her appetite.

Deciding that eating around all of them would be too much for her, and moving them would just as painful, she made her way to the front room sofa and turned on the TV. Maybe a small distraction would do her some good...

"This is NHA News, with Daikaku Miyagi!" The screen revealed a middle-aged man with a large horn sticking out of the right side of his forehead, with the stump of another to his left.

"Good evening. Our top story for tonight, the illustrious hero school, UA Academy, was attacked by a radical group of criminals calling themselves 'The League of Villains'."

"Oh, dear..." Inko gasped softly as she took a bite of her dinner.

Her heart went out to the poor children who were caught in the crossfire as the reporter went on, and felt great relief that they were saved by the hero teachers and All Might at the last second.

She thought about how Izuku always wanted to go to that school. If he had been there, he probably would have been caught up in all that horror. Guess it was a good thing that his quirk never-!

She dropped her head in an instant, cursing her mind for thinking such a horrible thing. The fact that he didn't have a quirk was the reason he wasn't here, eating by her side.

Her eyes started to become misty, remembering that her child being Quirkless wasn't the only reason why he ran away. It was because of her...she refused to believe in him...It was all her fault...!

"Out of the seventy-two villains that were a part of the heinous attack, only nine were able to make their escape, including the now known ring leader of the League, Shigaraki Tomura." The image of the hand-man came to view on screen, however, Inko was too busy berating herself once more for her failure as a mother to notice.

"We don't have much information regarding seven of the other villains who were able to escape, but reports have shown that the infamous 'Green Rabbit' was among the small army of villains that attack the school's Unforeseen Scenario Junction." The anchorman continued as an image of the green hooded villain came up on the screen next.

Inko was able to wipe most of her tears away in time to see the mysterious marauder that had been making a name for himself since last year.

She had been keeping up with the strange criminal's actions like the rest of the nation, but never paid much attention as she was more fixated on finding her son and surviving the influx of depression that weighed on her.

She always found the villain to be quite odd. He always knew how to fight back against any of the heroes who went after him and always found a way to beat them, as if he knew how their quirks worked with a single glance.

His costume was quite strange as well. The long green ears stitched to his hood almost reminded her of...

She shot up from her seat, knocking over the coffee table and her dinner in the process. She ran up to the screen and brought her face up close to the TV, trying to get as much of a close look at the villain on screen.

It couldn't be! There was no way! She must be going mad with grief! But that outfit! It looks just like...!

The frantic mother tore her way across the apartment, making her way to the one place where she'd been avoiding since her baby's disappearance.

She nearly ripped the door to Izuku's room off its hinges, not caring a little about the cloud of dust that met he on her entry.

Making her way to her son's desk, she opened up his drawers, searching desperately for something that would make the puzzle inside her head fit together.

Inside the bottom draw, she found what she was looking for. A stack of Izuku's old journals. Digging through the pile of aged papers, she pulled out one of the books and turned to a page.

...And let the booklet fall from her trembling fingers.

She brought her shaking hands up to her face, covering her mouth as she began to sob large droplets of fear, disturbance, and relief, from her wide, quivering eyes.

At the top of a crudely drawn sketch, was the written title, 'Hero Costume Design #1'. The image below, drawn in felt-tip, was a dark green figure, with two long, stretched out strands of dark green sticking out of the sides of his head.

"Izuku...my baby...!"

Over the next two weeks, Deku put himself through vigorous training at the hands of Rappa, obtained the materials he needed from Giran, and had the help of Gentle in designing his new and improved costume.

He even had La Brava teach a few complex hacking techniques to break into the most highly advanced systems out there. Never had either of the four seen the young villain so determined.

It was clear to them all that whatever the Quirkless child was planning, it was big.

"So, what are you guys doing here?" La Brava pointed rudely at the red-masked thug before her.

"When we got the call that Deku needed us, there was no way we were gonna turn him down." Mr Red exclaimed proudly. "When one pup howls, the rest of the pack comes running! That's how we roll in..."

"TEAM RESERVOIR DOGS!" The gang of multi-coloured masks cheered in unison.

"...Uh-huh." The pigtailed girl raised a perturbed eyebrow.

She, Gentle, and the street gang were gathered together at the warehouse where the Underground Masquerade took place.

Deku asked if he could use it for his plan, and Rappa was more than happy to allow him access.

"So, where is Deku, anyway?" La Brava demanded as she looked around the vacant space.

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