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Izuku was walking home from school. It had been over for a couple hours already but he had bean in so much pain after an especially harsh interaction with some high schoolers and an unusually pissed off Ka- Bakugo. That he had opted to lay on the Floor till he regained his motor function.

Bakugo, he had to start calling him that. An online group for kids with weak and Villainous (quirkless) kids had convinced Izuku that he shouldn't give his abuser a Nick- name. Izuku of course thought they were a little extra. Abuse is a serious thing and a future hero like bakugo would never.

Izuku wasn't blind though he knew most of what Bakugo did was wrong but... abuse, izuku had asked his mother once and she had said it was a bit of rough- housing. She wouldn't lie would she? No, he decided she wouldn't. After all she loved him, and she might be the only one.

He had asked again when they started to use their quirks on him, he asked her if he could call the police. She had looked horrified and izuku was ready to comfort her, to tell her it wasn't that bad. But she had just grabbed his shoulders looked him in the eyes and shook him telling him that the little bullying he was dealing with was not worth the cops time.
He had stiched himself back together from that day.

And he never asked again.

Hisashi had been gone for years now and with him he lost pieces of his mother everyday. She would come home all hours of the day, usually hours he was not there. She would send him sad glances that seemed to look through him and at the part of him resembling Hisashi, not dad, not anymore. It got especially  bad during summer when Hisashi's freckles poked holes into his pale scared skin.

But as of the past few months their tradition of sharing at least supper ended and izuku tended to eat in the corner on the carpeted floor of his room. His old laptops glow the only thing lighting his other wise cold room. The news reporters voice blaring on as his mind buzzed too tired by the days beating to think. Izuku could only thank the world for small graces.

Izuku stopped reminiscing infront of his yellow bag as he shoved the last of the suicide notes disguised as love letters- wow had that hurt the first time- into it. He slung it over his shoulder. Looking down at his desk textured from the scrubbing and removal of today's insults. Why did they have to use permanent marker? He refocused to what lay atop it.

Today's bouquet of spiderlilies.

Sometimes izuku liked to wonder how much they spent on suicide baiting him.

Izuku walked towards the cemetery. He always felt like it was waisting to just throw the perfect flowers out, so he often went and gave them to what looked like abandoned Graves.

He would walk around putting them on random sites reading the name, them moving on.

It was calming in a way.

Izuku loved the chill of the cemetery. Izuku liked cold things because they were the opposite of hot. Hot like his dad's fire, hot like bakugos explosions, hot like the swelling of his surely brocken rib. Cold felt safe, like home.

On particularly bad nights he would kick of his blanket off and lay on the cold floor in the dark, because nobody ever remembered him in the darkness of the night. He was safe.

Izuku slowed his thoughts as he placed the last flower crouching there to read a name... Oboro... he staired at it running his finger over the cool cement, lost in thought.

He stayed there until the sound of shoes stopped right infront of him. He froze. Looking up from his bangs, he saw a tall man with black hair... a pair of yellow goggles... and a white scarf

Capture scarf.

Izuku fell over, hands on the Floor behind him as he stuttered out a quite, "Eraserhead?" The man stopped as if surprised to be recognized before a lazy but amused smirk fell on his face, "Problem child."

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Aizawas day had been as uneventful as one could expect, with teaching a bunch of hero hopefuls. Now sure he had expelled his whole class and that would make you think he had a lot of free time, but you'd be wrong. If anything it ment Nezu gave him more work and now he was more likely to be involved in that rats schemes.

It was around half past five when shota found himself walking through the city. Usually at this time he would try to get a nap in before patrol, but he just couldn't seem to fall asleep. He found his mind drifting to thoughts of oboro and before he knew it he was infront of the cemetery and it was just past six.

Rolling his shoulders and trying to clear his mind he opened the creaky gate and wondered in. Muscle memory overtook as he let his legs carry him through the maze of cement and overgrown weeds. Aizawa was about to make another turn when the sound of prepubescent humming broke his tranquility.

Years of being and underground hero sent him straight into a defensive position. He only eased up when he saw where the sound came from. A small green haired boy, in what seemed to be a wreck of a middle school uniform.

It had patches of mis- colored fabric and stiches of different kinds and it looked as if the whole jacket had been reworked at some point in time. And if aizawa really focused he could see two holes burnt into the fabric around the wrist and shoulder. He could almost smell the smoke clinging onto the boy. Shota found the boy favoring his left side as he limped down the overgrown path.

And if that wasn't the strangest thing about him then it would probably be the fact that he was wondering around a cemetery at twenty past six on a Thursday. The boy was just humming and placing flowers down on random Graves.

Well it seemed random at first but after watching the boy for a while he saw that he always stopped at the most overgrown and dirty Graves. He would gently place the flower hesitating with a sad smile before running his finger over the name and mumbling it aloud.

Aizawa supposed he should have felt insulted when the boy stopped at his old freinds headstone. But to be honest it was coated in a thin brush of dirt. The boy continued his ritual of squating and placing a flower.

This time after his name was muttered Aizawa walked over stopping right in the boys peripheral and looking down at him. The boy startled and before Aizawa had the chance to react the boy had fallen. They stared at each other.

The boy was studying him before recognition hit him and he muttered out Aizawas hero name. He supposes he would have missed the boys word if not for his training and the deathly silence of the cemetery.

Nobody ever recognized Eraserhead and he more than once had to show his ID to cops, but some child new of him, Aizawas lip twitched in amusement.

"Problem child?" He could tell the boy was trouble or at least always in trouble. The boy seemed to be brought Back to reality by his gravely voice and quickly broke eye contact, lowering his head.

Aizawa retreated a step back and squated hoping to come off a little less intimidating. "Sorry I promise- it took him a while to speak having to pause when his stuttering got extremely bad- I wasn't doing anything wrong I just had these flowers and well, well I just thought why throw them away when you can give them to the dead and i-" the boy was muttering and after a while Shota could no longer make out What he was saying.

The boy continued and he was worried if the boy could breathe so he thought of a way to stop him. The boys muttering had quited down to a whisper so he just interjected, "Whoa kid, how bought we calm down," the boy flinched stiffening up. Not what Shota wanted. He continued, "How about a name?"

The boy froze and Aizawa wondered if he'd get an answer "Deku," came a meek reply. Somthing hot melted in him, "Kid... is that an insult?" A full body flinch. Shota would be damned before he called anyone useless- especially a child. "Kid I won't call you by an insult, nobody should," shota added, " you don't have to give me your real name if you don't want to." He was going to continue before a timid voice whispered somthing "Izuku." He repeated back and the boy slowly looked up not quite meeting his eyes.

Aizawas phone buzzed and the boy flinched again Izuku quickly saw the time on his watch and Eraser saw his eyes fill with fear he bounced up surprising Aizawa he bowed giving a quite bye before sprinting of as quickly as he could.

Aizawa wanted to follow but an annoyingly loud voice belonging to a certain blonde stopped him. He thought how Hizashi had told him he couldn't just follow people home. He slumped against the headstone rubbing his head. Why did he feel like this was going to be a headache.

~Izuku~

Izuku ran as fast as his injured ankle would allow, he had to get home before Inko or he wouldn't be allowed supper. She hated when he was late or when he was around in general. He heard shrill laughter, shit, she'd been drinking he felt his heart sink. He'd have to wait till lunch tomorrow to eat.

He shook his head, he'd gone longer.

He climbed the fire escape to his bedroom carefully he opened the window and quietly hopped in. He slid his closet open before unscrewing a panel in the floor under a pile of shoes. Izuku pulled out his laptop and a medical kit he had stole from the school nurse who was yet again leaving him to treat himself.

Izuku still felt guilty but he had no choice, mo- Inko would never buy it for him and he couldn't keep spending the little he had on medical equipment.

While treating himself izuku powered up his laptop it was on by the time he was done and dressed. Izuku beamed at the names that were online:

Real_life_Pikachu: Hey you guys asleep?
                                  Guys?

Shark_boi : course not bro it's 7

Real_life_Pikachu: shin?
                                  Izu?

Sleep_1s_4_the_mentally_stable: I wish.

Shark_boi: Hey guys it's been a bit usually izu is on by now

Sleep_1s_4_the_mentally_stable: I swear if it was that bitch bakugo-

Sad_ Broccoli_boi: hey guys I'm here, I'm okay, it's okay

They all knew it wasn't.

The chat filled with talking as izuku felt his eyes water he didn't deserve them. He knew once they knew he would be hated because even though, Shinsou let it slip that he had a 'Villainous' quirk, and Denki let it slip his quirk had mad drawbacks making him an 'idiot', and even though Kirishimi said he had a 'useless' quirk. At least none of them where quirkless.

At least none of them where useless. He would always be a DEKU.

Izuku let quite tears fall careful to not disrupt anyone with his existence.

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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.