7 Chapter 6

Kirishima was flabbergasted. He couldn't even muster the will to speak.

In front of him was this hero that couldn't even have the power of a quirk, exposing his identity that was a face. He didn't even look old enough to buy booze!

This...kid... wanted to train him! on one hand, he didn't know what the black clad guy could do, yet he saved his best friend.

The redhead didn't even know what to say. His quirk wasn't even flashy, and in his mind, only had a couple of uses.

Before he could say anything, the hero spoke.

"Listen, I know you're pretty confused. Let me say why I want to train you.

"When I saw you approach your friend, I'll admit I was wary of you." Kirishima rose an eyebrow at that. Izuku continued. "However, I saw you comfort her, I saw you break your friend of of her little slump, granted it was a slump no one blames her for. I know you're in the school of heroes, based of your name tag and choice of words spoken. Horns, I believe you can be one of the best heroes out there. I know nothing of your fighting style, but your compassion makes or breaks a hero in my eyes." Izuku had a genuine smile on his face, not once breaking away from the red head in front of him.

Kirishima stood frozen, not believing that a hero was speaking to him like this. He'd always imagine a hero praising him for his ability to break out of any hold, or his ability to fight, but never about compassion for others. Tears forming, he struggled to hold it all in.

Izuku smiled at the scene in front of him, recalling a time long ago when the number one hero offered his own power to a lanky green twig.

That's a story for another time, however.

Back to the scene at hand, Izuku stood strong. A smile on his face, a hand out towards the redhead.

"Please, horns." the boy in question looks towards the hero. "let me make you a better hero." Izuku was about to start crying himself, a trait and habit he tried to break down, but just couldn't leave.

Kirishima stood up, wiping any tears left over. He grinned, not hesitating to answer. Taking his now teacher's hand, he lumped his other hand in the air, in the shape of a fist

"You bet! Please take good care of me!"

Eijiro Kirishima was in the track to being one of the best heroes of his time, thanks for a man with no power other than his own.

Izuku nodded, mouth covering back on. He took a card with a phone number, and handed it back to the boy. "Excellent. Here is my number. When you get home tonight, text me your name and general information, including allergies."

Kirishima looked at him, a gaze that only translated to as really?

"What? I'm training you now, you can't expect to starve in my care?" A smirked spread on his face. "Unless you're into not feeding your muscles, or body in general.".

Kirishima flailed his arms, panicked. "No no no, I like eating! I-" He laughed. "You're totally messing with me, right?"

Izuku showed no signs of amusement.

Kirishima paled. Oh, he was serious. Izuku turned around, speaking once more to the lad. "Hey, don't forget to text. after you send me your information, tell me how your quirk works. After, send me your school schedule. I have to work around that too."

As he was about to leave, he halted. "Horns."

Kirishima looked up, nodding.

"Do not tell anyone about the training, not even Aizawa." Izuku's tone was sharp, no room for debate.

Kirishima gulped.

"Yes sir."

Detective Naomasa was pissed. Not only did the vigilante bail on him, he had to stay at the meeting place for three hours! His phone didn't even last that long on a full battery!

Sighing, he muttered things no one should listen to.

"You kiss your wife with that mouth, detective?" A smooth voice taunted.

Naomasa turned, then huffed in defeat, pinching the bridge of his nose. "QL. You're late, again" The detective sat on the ledge. His friend was always late to these things, always with different "explanations" why.

The vigilante in question laughed. "Yes, but you still waited." Ignoring his friend's groan, he continued. "I have a good reason why!"

The detective looked up. Usually he'd retort with a snide comeback, but the tone of his friend was different. He heard a tinge of excitement in his friends voice. Mutely, he motioned for QL to go on.

Seeing his cue, Izuku wasted no time. "I have an apprentice!" posing at the end, he chuckled, voice and stature back to his stoic norm. "I encountered a young boy, around fourteen, who could become an excellent sidekick to me, and eventually a hero in his own right. Before you ask, he is in the hero course, he just needs guidance."

Naomasa was surprised. "Hold on, what do you mean, apprentice? I know you've been talking about taking someone under your wing, but you're so young! I'd expect you to take a sidekick at 24, not your age! On top of that, while legal for you, he has a quirk of his own! It's illegal to use quirks without proper authorization!"

Izuku knew he'd ask these things. He was ready. The last time he approached Naomasa with this issue, he wasn't even close to ready to take someone in.

"Nao, please. We both know it's illegal to have someone use their quirk. That's why he won't be using his, unless for self defense. To answer your second question, I need the heroes to take what I do seriously. They won't take it seriously unless what I take care of happens to them. So why not start with the younger generation, my generation?" Izuku was calm on the outside, but the inside was a completely different story.

Pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes

"Ok."

Izuku froze. Did he actually?

"On one condition."

Oh. I knew it. Izuku stood straight, and nodded.

"I want to meet him. See if he has what it takes to do what you do. Not everyone can stomach what you go through on the daily, but I agree. What you bust needs to be more aware in the eyes of the public. I respect you, Izuku. The police departments respect you. Don't break that trust." Naomasa smiled warmly at the boy in front of grinned. No words needed to be said to show his gratitude.

Clearing his throat, Naomasa went back to his stoic mannerisms. "Are you ready for tomorrow, QL? It's a big job."

Izuku turned to leave. "Yeah, I'll be there. He did say eight. I'm so ready to earn that dough." He jumped off the roof, landing on others, his figure disappearing in the shadows.

Naomasa swore he heard a cash register, rather faintly.

"Mina? Are you ok?"

Mina opened her eyes from her recent slumber. Her talk with Kirishima took more energy out of her than any training session with Aizawa. She looked at the owner of the voice that interrupted her sleep.

The owner of her voice was none other than her mom.

"Yeah mom, I'm ok. just wanting more sleep." Mina rolled over, flashing her mother a winning smile, though it was forced. She was still thinking about her time with Kirishima, even after she slept.

"Well, that's good. dinner is ready for you, it's on the table." Her mom smiled warmly, amused at the sight of pink bedhead that rose from her trance.

"Thanks mom! you're the best!" Mina leaped out of her covers, hugged her mom, and bolted to the dining room, hunger overpowering any sense at the moment.

The matriarch chuckled. "Kids." She left her room, stopping to glance at a picture on her nightstand.

"Hmm. That's a new one." She left, placing the image of Mina and a Redhead on the nightstand, a smile on the mothers face. "Wonder when he'll be a part of the family." Closing the door, she headed to the garage to check on her husband, who was busy changing the car radio.

{At UA the next day}

A tall, slouched man stood at a podium, clipboard in hand. He had long black hair, which match his hero uniform or a black long sleeves shirt, black pants, and black shoes. what made him recognizable was the long grey scarf he had wrapped around his throat. He cleared his throat, claiming the attention of every student in the room.

"Class, today we are going to discuss rescue operations. A hero just doesn't beat the bad guy and save the day. No, a hero's main duty is to save others at the expense of their own lives. To do this, we are going on a trip to the unforseen Simulation Joint. We line up in fifteen minutes. Any questions?"

One hand shot into the air.

"Yes, Bakugo."

"Who's the loser in the corner over there?" The brash student pointed at the corner at Aizawa's right.

Everyone looked at where the blonde had pointed, and sure enough, there was a figure donned in black standing silently, watching over the students with analytical eyes.

Everyone shuddered, even Kirishima and Mina. They hadn't expected him of all people to show up. Both had different reasons they refused to share.

Aizawa nodded to the figure, motioning for him/her to walk to the podium for an introduction. Said figure walked the podium with no time wasted, ready to make himself known to a few of the younger generation.

Wow, more people than I'd thought there'd be. I already know Mina, and Kirishima. Is that Bakugo? I haven't seen him since grade school!Clearing his throat, he waved. "Hello everyone, my name is QL! I am an underground hero, technically a vigilante, but authorized by the police to bust crime and help others!"

The students were surprised, to say the least. Questions ran through their heads a mile a minute. A vigilante? Legally able to do hero work? This was insane.

Izuku continued. "I was requested to help escort you all to the USJ and back, along with crabby here. My job is to help protect you. If anything happens, I am obligated to ensure as minimal damage to you all as possible. Usually there'd be no damage, but in the event of a villain attacking, even Nezu knows that damage will be inevitable. I'm just supposed to make sure none of you die on me." He finished his spiel and stepped next to the homeroom teacher.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the little jab the vigilante shot, but shrugged it off. He stepped forward. "I'm limiting questions to one per student. Take this as a learning experience and an opportunity to learn from a professional that is not a part of this school. We have ten minutes before we go, get your questions out of the way." He went to his desk as Izuku stepped into the podium once again.

Izuku smiled, not that the class would see. While he didn't interact with people often, he did enjoy seeing students learn. He focused, starting the Questions with a boy with glasses. "Glasses, what's your question?"

The tall boy he was addressing faltered a bit, unprepared for the sudden nickname. He regained his composure and looked the vigilante in the eyes. "What do you do?"

Izuku smiled, glancing at the red head behind the glasses guy. Kirishima paled for a second, before smirking. Izuku smiled at the sight, already knowing that he'd make a good apprentice.

He cleared his throat. "I capture, immobilize, and deliver criminals to the police department. The criminals can range from pedophiles to all out rapists. no criminal in that range is exempt." He smiled. "I do this to ensure the next generations safety from perverts that act on their feelings. While you wouldn't know a man a pedophile until they speak or act on what they feel."

He did not miss the panicked looks of two students.

Izuku frowned. Hopefully just talking about this will make them act right. If not, he was prepared to have a fun little activity for the blonde and Purplette.

Another hand rose. Izuku pointed at it. "Shoot!"

"Whats your quirk?"

Izuku paled. This was not someone he wanted to see for a long time. Countless memories rammed his mind like a bullet train.

Move it Deku!

Fucking Worthless freak!

You don't even have a quirk!

Fucking die, Deku! maybe then you'll get a quirk!Your own mother must be suicidal for giving birth to a monstrosity like you.

Forcibly pushing his memories aside, though painful, he finally stared at the student and answered the question.

"I don't have one."

Silence. No one moved. The only ones who didn't sit up in shock were the teacher in the room and the redhead in his chair. All was silent for up to thirty seconds.

A sound that could only be described as a herd of bulls sprung into action.

"What?!" The sound was unanimous. No one that didn't know couldn't fathom this. One student was writing in her notebook the possibilities of a vigilante not having a quirk. One student was laughing. A few students were discussing how it's possible.

One student slammed his hands on the table, glaring at the vigilante as he stood up.

The vigilante, on the other hand, stood calmly. He had expected a response like this. He was well aware that the population of quirkless people were dwindling. He was just the first in Japan to rise up and throw the disadvantage away.

His hand grew tense at the teen standing in front of him.

When did he move in front of me?!

Immediately, the taller male challenged the vigilante. Bakugo Katsuki looked like his prize was forcibly taken from him. The mentioned teen took the time to look the vigilante up and down.

"How?"

Izuku was taken aback. "What?"

Bakugo glared at him. "How are you a vigilante and fucking quirkless? Fucking how? You dare show your worthless ass in a school of future heroes as someone who didn't have the balls to become one legally? What the actual FUCK!"

Aizawa was about to intervene, only to be stopped by a raised hand. Izuku had given Aizawa a pause. He smiled. "I'll take care of the clown for you A."

The vigilante turned towards the raging inferno in front of him. "Ok, mister red flag. Let me make one thing clear before you nuke this god damned school." Izuku's eyes stared into Bakugo's.

Bakugo stopped, preparing his hands to assault the vigilante.

Izuku continued. "I wake up every morning at four AM to track down monsters more powerful than you. Those monsters take people's sense of pride, sense of hope, and sense of being. These monsters could kill me in a second, if I wasn't trained to do what I do.

"I have trained myself to handle every kind of situation, yet you couldn't even get yourself out of a pack of green Jello." Izukus eyes narrowed, while Bakugo's eyes widened. "Yes, don't think I haven't read the report."

If Bakugo wasn't angry before, he was infuriated now.

Izuku didn't let this stop him. "Throughout this entire class so far, you're a student I seem worthy."

Katsuki paused, confused.

"Worthy for jail." Izuku finished off.

Bakugo couldn't take it. He launched at the night clad man, but only saw air in front of him.

Izuku had moved out of the way. Too slow kiddo.

Izuku then proceeded to take a gun out of its holster and shot two capture shots at Bakugo's hands. These shots contained a special foam that spread around its intended target.

Sure enough, the foam spread on Bakugo's fists, preventing the explosion user from doing any harm. Bakugo could only stare at his hands, baffled as he couldn't break through.

"What the fu-" Alas, he couldn't even finish the sentence when a foot slammed into his torso, sending him skidding on the floor, and into a desk.

The rest of the class stared speechless at the vigilante, who took out Bakugo like the kid was a test dummy.

Izuku turned to the class. "Any other questions?"