3 Chapter 2

He listened.

Cars moved, birds chirped and flew, people carried on conversation.

it was perfect.

The figure in black was in a crouched position on a rooftop. He stayed silent. He was...meditating?

The figure was in the small side, his body lanky but subtly prepared for any dangers nearby. His green hair tied in a ponytail, some lockes of hair blowing in the wind.

The figure seemed to be sleeping in his meditation, but he was alert. Then he heard it.

A scream.

His eyes flew open, his head turned at the direction of the scream. He noticed a young girl running away from a tall figure. The young girl looked terrified. Her clothes were torn, exposing a bare midriff and patches of leggings that resembled cobwebs more than anything.

He acted immediately.

landing on a platform near the pursuers, he watched. Knowing he wasn't noticed, he stared intently at the man.

The tall man walked slowly towards the girl, laughing quietly. The man had a noticible limp, and his back was slightly hunched.

The girl was trapped in a corner, she stared at the man, mortified as his yellowing teeth formed a grin. Her eyes moved to his hands; one hand had a rope and the other a knife. Eyes moving back to the man's face, his pupils shrinking in ever growing lust and greed.

"Please," she whimpered, "leave me alone. I don't wanna do anything for you anymore". She started to cry, knowing her fate was sealed, silently praying for a hero to come and save her.

The hidden figure acted as soon as his suspisions were confirmed. He launched himself into the air, landing a few meters away from the taller man. Not missing a beat, he threw a knife at his opponent, landing the projectile in his leg.

"Augh!" The pursuer grunted, biting his lip to keep his location a secret. He immediately turned around to locate his attacker, only to find...absolutely nothing. Removing the knife, the man turned back to the girl and instantly locked eyes on a small figure. The figure had some sort of stick, ready for a fight.

The man laughed. "ok ok, little man. Think you're in the big leagues, huh? attacking me with a worthless stick. Heh."

He threw the knife to the side.

"Just go back home and ask your mommy for some cookies and milk. maybe she'll bend over for you then. Now, out of my way, kid. Got things to do". The man brushed past the figure with the stick.

The small man's eyes narrowed. Wrong move.

The smaller figure immediately swung his stick and slammed the end of the taller man's neck, effectively knocking him down, but not out. The tall man groaned, then growled, the jumped to his feet. The man saw air once again, and stayed alert.

The next thing he saw was black.

The girl couldn't even believe her eyes when she saw what transpired in front of her. one minute, she was looking at a man ready to have his way with her, the next, he was down for the count by a man who looked no taller than herself.

The man in question tied up his opponent, and turned to the girl. While he had a mask on, his eyes told a different story. They displayed one message.

Stay safe.

Or at least, that's what she wanted to believe, anyways. She couldn't even say her thanks as she watched the silent man carry her attacker off. All she could do was hope to see him again to show her proper thanks.

Izuku was tired.

His day was one of the busier ones. Too many child predators out there. maybe I should set up a program with the police? Try to rehabilitate them for good? As he pondered, he barely registered a door open.

"Quirkless? what's up today?"

Izuku turned and saw his good friend Naomasa approach him. Naomasa may have looked stoic, but his eyes were full of worries.

Izuku smiled under his mask. "Got another monster for ya, chief." He pointed upwards. "We really should think about rehabilitation, Nao. Locking em up isn't doing much good when they never learn their lesson." Izuku patiently waited for Naomasa to bring the criminal down from his place on a ledge.

Sigh. "I know, QL. It's just hard to get a public approval of these kinds of requests. Most people want us to kill them, but you know we can't do that." Naomasa wanted nothing more than to kill the beasts off, or in the case of Quirkless, "rehabilitate".

Izuku sighed. He figured as much. Public would go ballistic if they knew a vigilante was bringing these monsters in. Oh well, it's for the good of the people, he never expected fame out of this gig.

"Hey Nao. which criminal is this one again? I've lost track of names, I only know faces." If the vigilante was smirking, Naomasa would never know. Judging from the smaller figure's involvement on these kinds of case for the past four years, he had a hunch he's smirking to piss off the criminal.

The question worked as planned.

"Oi! You brat! You dare say you don't know who I am! Come here and let Muscular help you remember!" The angry criminal started twisting in his seat, irritated about his lack of ability to grow.

The vigilante huffed. "Shut up." He promptly glared at the criminal. "You attempted to rape a young girl. You get no rights to speak to me." Only a glare was needed to shut Muscular up. There are many stories about a quirkless vigilante willing to do anything to a criminal so they are "rehabilitated", and there are only rumors about what that means.

Naomasa sighed. "We'll take care of him." The criminal visibly relaxed. "We'll make sure he doesn't try anything again.

He turned around. "QL, get a report of what you saw and heard on my desk by five, I have your payment on the desk, ready to go." He promptly took The criminal away, preparing himself for more gruelling paperwork.

Izuku went to work, placing an already filed report of the victim, the situation, and the villain captured. He grabbed the payment and gingerly placed it in his outfit. He left the scene not long after, ready for the next job.

Izuku was on his bed with his computer, scrolling on many social media and recipe sites. Just because he's fourteen doesn't mean he needs to starve, he'd do well without lack of food.

He sighed, rolling his shoulders, thinking about what happened today.

He saved five different women, four boys, and one girl from abductions and potential rapes. He thanked any gods out there that he didn't have to stop any rape that was happening already. Word in the criminal underworld is that if you even try the forbidden action, you damn well will regret it.

He couldn't stop all of them though. He mourned for several families of the deaths of young boys and girls that commuted suicide after being raped, and he mourned anyone who was killed after the action.

For four years, he built a name for himself, where he only targets rapists, child molesters, and pedophiles. Swearing not to resort to murdering them, he gained respect by the police departments all over Japan. They paid him nice sums of cash for his work. Although it was technically vigilantism, he didn't use a quirk to arrest the culprits. Using methods only known to him and Naomasa, he was free to do as he pleased, as long as he targeted his list of sins.

He thought about the young girl he saved. The look of her face glued permanently in his mind, he shook with rage. She looked to be around his age too. Small time criminals like Muscular sickened him. They think because theyev got a quirk that they could do whatever they wanted. it was infuriating.

Ding

Izuku looked at the screen of his laptop.

Another culprit, huh? Short, slender, black hair, long teeth, last seen in Hosu? The young man jumped off his bed. Time to get to work

Detective Naomasa sipped on his coffee, just now able to get to his desk. He saw the report on his desk. Picking it up, he began to read.

Female, looks around 13 or 14, pink skin, horns, black eyes, gold pupils.

Naomasa facepalmed. He didn't even get a name? Now we don't have a way to make sure she's safe at home. I'm going to have a little talk with him, even if he's our number one investigator of sexual harrassment and conduct.