Chapter 2

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"Cmon, guys, not at the table," Masaru asked politely, whilst also making ready to duck under the table if he needed to.

Mother and son snarled at each other in a staring contest, while the phone continued to ring. Mitsuki finally gave a tired sigh and got up. "I'll get it."

"HA!" Katsuki rubbed in his victory as he scarfed down the rest of his meal.

Mitsuki picked up the phone and brought it to her ear. "Hello, Bakugo residence."

The Bakugo mother instantly recognized the trembling voice on the other line. "Hey, Inko! Long time, no talk!"

Bakugo couldn't help but eavesdrop as he ate, but then instantly regretted it. It was that useless 'Deku's' Mum. If that little chicken decided to tell her about how he'd been picking on him at school, he was going to be in for a world of hurt!

"How's it going?" Mitsuki brightly asked, until her face began to slowly fall into an expression of worry. "Inko, is something wrong?…No, Izuku isn't here, why…Oh, no…Inko! It's gonna be okay! Okay?… I'm coming over!"

Mitsuki slammed the phone onto its holder and ran past the dinner table. Bakugo stopped eating when the conversation started getting tense. He and his father got out of their seats and ran to see the mother fetching her coat out of the cupboard.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Masaru asked, showing a rare moment of strong authority.

"Izuku's gone missing!" Was the woman's answer as she pulled her coat on. "I'm heading over to Inko's right now to see what's up. You wanna come with, Katsuki?"

The boy shot his head up at the question. There was a time when he and 'Deku' were once friends, but when he got his quirk and 'Deku' didn't, their friendship became nullified. "Heck no! I don't want anything to do with that quirkless nobody!"

A hand grabbing hold of his collar and pulling him close to the seething face of his mother made him instantly regret his answer. Mitsuki knew the reason why her son stopped hanging out with Izuku was that the poor boy didn't have a quirk, and it was garbage like this that she couldn't stand coming out of her son's mouth.

As much as Mitsuki wanted to let her spoiled brat of a son have it, she had more important things to do. She took a deep breath to calm herself before speaking once more. "I haven't got time for this. We'll talk later." She let the boy go and dashed for the door, slamming it shut.

Bakugo stood in the hallway stunned by the look in his mother's eyes. She had never looked at him like that before. Katsuki turned toward his father, who just looked at him with nothing but disappointment. He turned back toward the dinner table and continued with his meal.

Katsuki was astounded by how he was being treated. There was only one thing he could do when times like this arose in his life…

Blame 'Deku'.

It was all his fault for disappearing in the first place. Why was he getting punished? That stupid little crybaby always did get everyone's attention more than him.

Well, wherever the little nobody had run off to, he'd better do himself a favour and stay there. Because if 'Deku' ever showed his face again, he was going to get it.

Izuku Midorya never returned home that night.

Or the next one.

Or the one after that.

Inko and Mitsuki contacted the authorities, who put out a missing person alert for the boy. Days turned to weeks, but there was no sign of Izuku anywhere to be found. Local heroes were notified of the boy's disappearance, promising to keep a lookout for him. But even with the heroes' help, Izuku Midorya was never found, as if he had vanished into thin air.

As for Katsuki, he couldn't care less.

The bomb boy wouldn't dare to admit it out loud, but he was glad to be rid of the useless broccoli-headed dork. He couldn't fathom why his parents were making such a big deal out of the green-haired nobody in the first place. He also couldn't understand why the loser's mom was so torn up about his disappearance either. The guy was quirkless, what good could he do, other than steal his air?

Whatever, it didn't matter. Now that Deku was long gone, it just helped Bakugo to focus on getting into U.A, not that it was going to be any sort of challenge for him. With his quirk, the world was his oyster. An all-you-can-eat buffet laid out just for him, and he was ready to dig in!

Who on earth could possibly stop him?

Midnight had heard a lot of jokes about her being out at midnight. And she had never thought any of them were funny.

The rated-R heroine was making her nightly patrol around the city, riding her personalized motorcycle. But so far, there had been no word of any bad boys misbehaving. She pouted at that thought. She got herself all dolled up for some fun, and had no one to play with. Wasn't there anyone out there that wanted to try to top the dom?

Her earpiece crackled to life before speaking. "Dispatch to all hands. We've got a break-in at the south street bank. Suspects are considered armed and dangerous. Any authority or heroes, please respond?"

Midnight placed her finger on the piece. "This is Midnight. I'm two blocks away from the location. Be there in the crack of a whip!"

"R-Roger that, Midnight. Good hunting." The agent on the other end stammered. Midnight just loved messing with people. Revving her engines, she raced toward the disruption, licking her lips in anticipation. When she arrived, she could easily see four men already inside, hacking into one of the ATM's with a hardwired phone, completely unaware of her arrival.

Midnight almost felt sorry for these boys…almost.

She kicked her cycle onto its stand, then made her way inside the bank. She peeled off the sleeve of her outfit, letting her Quirk, Somnambulist, drift off her skin and begin clouding the closed-off room. "Well, well, well. What do I spy? A few naughty boys stealing from someone else's piggy bank."

The thugs turned around to see Midnight standing there, in a confident and domineering pose. However, her confidence halted a little, when she spotted that all four of the crooks were wearing gas masks. Why would a bunch of small-time, petty criminals be wearing gas masks of all things, to a bank heist? Unless…

"Oh, shoot, the kid was right! She really came!" One of the thugs cried out.

Midnight was caught off guard. There was no way a pack of two-bit crooks could have predicted her showing up, and being ready for her powers like this. How could they have known? Did they plan this? They sure didn't seem the type to formulate such a trap.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when an enormous fist struck her in the back of her head. The R-rated heroine fell to the ground, her vision shaken and blurred from the thug's sucker punch.

"Holy cow!" A thug with a red button shirt spoke up. "We did it! We actually beat a hero!"

As the gang took a moment to celebrate their victory, Midnight struggled to regain her senses.

"So, now what'a we do?" A thug with a yellow bandana questioned.

The large thug who clocked Midnight from behind smirked as he cracked his gigantic knuckles. "I say we put her down for good! Make sure she can't come after us later!"

Midnight managed to hear that in her daze, and she did not like it.

"No."

The singular voice silenced all others present. A blurred figure appeared and started coming her way. The thugs parted out of the stranger's way, allowing him to walk up to the downed heroine. The sleep-gas girl managed to get her sight straightened out, just in time to get a look at the figure before her.

What surprised her the most about the likely leader of the gang, was just how young he appeared to be. The boy didn't seem like much to look at, much like every other no-name punk on the street. He wore a dark green hoodie with a yellow backpack on his shoulders, a pair of black jeans, red sneakers, and the lower half of his face was obstructed by the gas mask he wore.

But what she did manage to see of his face were his eyes. A pair of strained, sagging, unstable mint green eyes, which she could have sworn were staring right through her.

"What'a you mean 'no'?" The brute barked back.

The boy went about retrieving the handcuffs from Midnight's utility belt. "If we kill a hero, will have more heat on us than being plain old bank robbers." He then locked the woman's wrists to a metal railing nearby. "Do you really want every hero in the area on our tail for taking out of their own? Or worse, All Might himself?!"

The crooks break out into a cold sweat at the mention of the symbol of peace. No way did they want a piece of him.

Seeing that his words had sunken into their heads, the boy stood back on his feet, leaving Midnight restrained on the floor."Grab what you can, and let's go. The cops will be here soon enough."

"R-Right!" The crew of crooks got back to work, raiding each of the ATM's for all the cats they had in stock. All Midnight could do was watch, defeat hanging heavy over her. How could this have happened to her? How did these guys know that she'd be the one to show up? How could they have been so prepared to deal with her and her quirk this whole time?

It was at that moment, that it clicked for her. "It's you, isn't it?"

The boy turned back slightly when he heard her. Glad to have gotten the boys' attention. "There have been reports of a villain who's been able to analyze heroes and decipher the weaknesses of their powers. And that's you, isn't it?"

The boy turned back to face her and began to slowly walk toward her.

"Is that your quirk?" Midnight inquired. "To recognize people's quirks, and the weaknesses they have?"

The boy knelt down to look the dom heroine in the eyes, his ragged own piercing into hers. "No, it isn't."

The dom heroine felt a flutter of nervousness pass through her body but forgot all about it in an instant when the boy began to reach up to his mask. "As a matter of fact..."

He removed the mask, and revealed a small button nose, a pair of cheeks pecked with freckles…

And the most terrifying smile that Midnight had ever seen on a human face.

"I don't have a quirk."

The R-rated heroine was stunned silent at the sight of such an unhinged grin.

"I hope you're not too hurt, Ms. Midnight," The young mastermind's smile shrunk from its demented size, yet still held its unhinged nature. "I'm actually quite a big fan of yours."

The honk of a horn caught both their attention, the boy turning back with his smile still in place. "Guess it's time to go. Wish I could stick around. I would have loved to get your autograph."

The boy then stood up and made his way toward the door.

"Wait!" The woman cried out, managing to stop him for a moment. She just couldn't let him go without taking one more question. "Who...Who are you?"

The boy turned back slightly to look her in the eye once more. He placed his mask back upon his face before giving her an answer.

"Deku."

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