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Izuku woke up at 4 his body never let him sleep long groaning he stretched his aching body, he could feel the scabs from yesterday's injury stretching in protest. The light drifted into the window he forgot to close as he shivered.
His eye caught on the All might calander that hung in his room as he counted the days. Just less than a month and it would be vacation. He loved the freedom of the holidays. The time was kind in allowing his injurys to fully heal.
He limped out of bed once his anxiety got to loud and repacked his bag several times. He didn't know why he even bothered doing his homework so thoroughly, they always marked him down anyway.
With nothing but time to waste and not wanting to bother his freinds and wow was that weird to say- Izuku logged into his secret account.
One thing nobody seemed to remember about him was that because he had no friends [until now ] and he participated in no sport Izuku had an abundance of time. So ever since he was younger he had been online 24/7.
Izuku knew alot.
He was proficient in hacking ( somthing he used to get into underground hero forums and to get information from sketchy sources) He tried to only use his ability for emergency but always ended up abusing it.
Like when he was wobbling home from school at 11 pm after just waking up - he had been knocked out- he had heard a shuffling in the alley beside him. That's when he had seen a person, who he assumed was a vigilante, taking down three men alone, with no offensive quirk in sight.
He had hacked into the city cameras to find the man as soon as he got home. And that is how 12 year old izuku discovered Eraserhead and the entire forgotten world of underground heroics.
As soon as Izuku found himself online he went for a document he had been working on it was just one of his little hobbies. Izuku loved looking for unsolved villain cases and braking them down. He always worked legally as to not become a vigilante or haker in the laws eyes.
Izuku would compile a pdf containing an Analysis of the villians quirk, their past crimes and of the hero he thought best to face of against them and why. He would then send it through to his local police stations tip line well that's how it started. Now he just sent it through to a cop that had given him his number.
~Tsukauchi~
Detective Tsukauchi sighed as he saw the notification in his peripheral. Aizawa had stopped by to drop of last night's muggers case, before filling out some paperwork.
Aizawa slid a coffee towards him as he sat down. He gave him a grateful wave as he reclined in his desk chair. " well you see there's this kid-" " A kid?" Aizawa questioned as his mind slid off to a mop of green in a cemetery.
"Yes, well you see Eraser a year ago my unit was stumped. We had a cereal killer case but no leads, bluntly we had nothing-" Tsukauchi shifted to grab his coffee cup before getting comfortable. "- we were so desperate that we had started reading all the tip centers messages, most of them were pranks but then-" He paused taking a sip of his coffee, as if trying to remember.
"But then I read one, it was an extremely detailed document containing pro level analysis of the villains quirk, past and a plan stating the best hero's to use." The detective rubbed his temples.
" He solved the case Aizawa. A kid solved our case. I went back checking his other messages all of them the same, all of which would have solved our old cases much faster. I sent the kid my number as a way to keep in touch." Aizawa smiled as he heard about this problem child.
"So the kid messaged you?-" " Exactly and I think he brought us more answers." Tsukauchi turned his laptop showing the pdf to Aizawa who began to read, his face morphed into somthing resembling shock.
"Are you sure it's a kid?"
"Positive, firstly his language through text is that of a child, he also told me himself, I tried to compliment his work and asked if he wanted to be hired. But he said and I quote, oh I could never this is just some stupid kids hobby, like I haven't even graduated, and there not that good I was just trying to help. Reallyit's nothing special. "
The two sat in silence as Aizawa processes what had just happened, "damn a, kid," Aizawa smiled, " Sounds like you got yourself a problem child."
A problem child Aizawa might just be right.
~Izuku~
Izuku entered the classroom ecstatic to be first but hating the way his stomach turned hungrily.
Izuku always tried to get to class first, because if nobody was there yet then his desk would usually stay bare of the insults he'd have to clean, well adleast until lunch.
The day started off fine, normal even until...
"Deku-" his teachers shrill voice rang " are you sure you wanna apply for UA, it's very dangerous" He looked him up and down before saying, " for someone like you."
The class was dead quite as they all turned to him in various degrees of, anger, insult, pity and disgust. It was still quite until Izukus teacher left and all hell began to break lose.
He met bakugos eyes and flinched. He was so dead.