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1.

Aizawa Shouta, underground hero Eraserhead, was just doing his daily patrol on a Saturday night. Or was it morning? It was 2am, so it was dark out. Aizawa had the strangest feeling of being watched, but every time he looked around he saw nothing so he just chalked it up to paranoia. He was just taking down a group of thugs that were trying to rob a convenience store, movements swift and brutal. He'd dodge a sloppy punch, kick out at a low reaching leg, use his quirk against one trying to send out a spray of some chemical and basically use the thugs momentum against them to effectively knock them out and then handcuff them. 

Letting out a huff, Aizawa swipes his hair out of his face and pulls his phone from his utility belt so he can call in the arrest. After spending 20 minutes standing around waiting for the police, handing the criminals (because they're criminals, not villains) off, he finally gets to wave farewell to the police officers after showing his hero licence as proof for the third time this night. It's getting ridiculous at this point, they should know who he is by now despite how the whole point of his job is to be unknown.

Looking up, Aizawa's hand is gripping his capture weapon, ready to flick it up to yank himself up the building so he can continue his patrol across the rooftops. He notices bright green eyes staring down at him. Now, Aizawa wouldn't admit this to anyone god forbid Hizashi or Nemuri but the sight definitely startled him. No, it definitely didn't scare the fuck out of him. When he manages to regain his bearings and yank himself up to the rooftop, he looks around to see... Nothing.

Huh. Weird.

2.

It's been two days and Aizawa completely forgot about the strange eyes he saw that night, not even Hizashi knows what he saw despite how uncomfortable Aizawa had looked when he came back from patrol. He'd promised himself he wouldn't speak a word of what happened. So, it's not Aizawa's fault the second time. Nope, he didn't do anything. He'd just finished waving off the police after they took away a serial rapist he's been hunting down this past week when he turned around to enter the alleyway so he could pull himself back up to the rooftop when he saw it. He fucking saw it again. This has to just be a coincidence. Those bright fucking green eyes. They were slightly above him again, clearly balancing on the dumpster near the back of the alleyway.

He ended up holding a staring contest with those eyes for two minutes, questioning his sanity silently because surely this thing (that can't be human, it just can't) needs to blink at some point. But Aizawa ultimately lost the staring contest, he blames it on the dry eye mixed with how long he had to use his quirk to take down the villain just before. So he blinks. It was barely a second, maybe less time. But when his eyes open again there's... Nothing. No green eyes staring at him and no sound indicating where it went. "Fuck that." He grumbles to himself, gripping his capture weapon and swiftly pulling himself up onto the rooftop and jumping away.

It's not his problem.

3.

He's utterly exhausted. He wasn't able to sleep last night, his mind churning over those bright green eyes staring at him and where the fuck it even came from. But it must've been a coincidence. Quickly shaking his head, Aizawa dodges another swipe from the mutant villain who he just caught trying to break into a jewellery store and activates his quirk to at least try and slow the villain down. He's been at this for 10 fucking minutes and he's hoping to all fuck that he can take this guy down soon so he can go home and get some much needed sleep. Give him a break, it's the end of his shift.

To Aizawa's immense luck, the villain lets out a shriek of fear and stumbles over his own feet, falling to the floor. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Aizawa pounces and quickly flips the villain onto his stomach and handcuffs him with quirk suppression cuffs before looking up. There! The reflection! His eyes catch green eyes staring, clearly at his back, also clearly what scared the villain into falling over, through the reflection of the window. Quickly turning his head, Aizawa looks behind him but there's no one there. The green eyes are gone. 

What the fuck.

4.

Aizawa definitely won't admit to anyone the next night that he's becoming a bit obsessed. Of course, he's still focusing on his patrol (it's a quiet night thank fuck) but he's also looking for those mysterious green eyes and whoever owns them. It's creepy. Those eyes are creepy. How the fuck are they so bright in the dead of night? Why do they stare at him? Who the fuck is it. It's no longer a coincidence like he brushed off the first two times he's seen them, three times in a row this week is definitely a pattern and he's not going to rest until he's found out who the fuck is stalking him on his patrol.

With this mindset, Aizawa swiftly jumps from rooftop to rooftop, glancing into alleyways just to keep an eye out for any criminals or villains that may be around. It's when he jumps from one building to another, looking down while airborne that he catches it. Those god damn green eyes are staring up, right at him as he crosses buildings. "Shit-" He definitely did not yelp in fear. He was shocked. Surprised. Not scared.

Roughly rolling to catch his landing, Aizawa skids to stop his momentum and looks over the rooftop into the alleyway where he was sure he saw those green fucking eyes (they're gonna appear in his nightmares at this point he just knows it) but there's nothing there. No one. The alleyway is a dead end, filled with trash and a cat coming out from behind the dumpster. 

"I'll fucking find you, you little shit.”

5.

Aizawa lets out a pained grunt as his back slides down the wall of the alleyway he's just entered. This isn't the first time he's been in this position (and hopefully it won't be his last, he's not ready to die). The nightly patrol started as usual, jumping across rooftops. Taking down villains. Looking for the elusive green eyes that's been appearing this past week. But then this asshole got the fucking drop on him.

 Of course, Aizawa managed to take the villain down and hand him into the police, but not without a knife to the arm and a slash against his gut (not too deep though, thank fuck). So here he's sat, breathing heavily, his hand pressed against the wound on his abdomen to try and slow the blood flow while his other hand fumbles for his phone so he can call for help. 

"Mother fucker!" He hisses out, dropping his phone. Aizawa lightly slams his head back again the brick wall, eyes squeezed shut tightly to hold in the hiss of pain. It's when he opens his eyes again, he sees them. Those green eyes peering down at him from the rooftop. Maybe the eyes he's been seeing is death? Is it the prediction of his death to come? Wait- no. Those eyes are gone. Aizawa feels fuzzy around the edges from blood loss, but he just watched those eyes disappear before his eyes. He didn't blink or look away this time.

"Fuck." He grunts, keeping his eyes upward certain that whoever- or whatever those eyes were aren't gone yet. But the pain is really getting to him and his phone has bounced just out of reach. Oh. The eyes are back. He just blinks up at them before he jolts in shock at the dull thud next to him. Looking away and back down, he sees a first aid kit was just dropped down next to him. He looks back up in confusion, whether to ask what the fuck, or to thank the green eyes, he's not sure.

But when Aizawa looks back up, mouth opened and ready to say something, he doesn't see anything. They're gone. Letting out a long suffering sigh, he grabs the first aid kit and starts to patch himself up instead.

Well, at least it's not the personification of death.

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Aizawa swears to himself that he'll find the owner of those eyes tonight, to both question them and to thank them for basically saving his life the night before. He's currently perched on a rooftop, taking a short break to eat a jelly pouch and gazing down into the empty alleyway. Standing up and stretching, he looks over at the next rooftop he's planning on jumping to so he can continue his patrol when he freezes. Those green eyes are there. But they're not looking at him this time.

He can see the person more clearly now, those eyes are shadowed by hair, making it obvious to him that they aren't looking at him but down at something in their lap. Aizawa silently jumps over to the rooftop this person is standing on and approaches on quiet feet, observing whoever this person is.

Holy shit. It's just a kid. He's not sure if the kid has black hair or if it's just too dark to see the colour, but it's definitely a curly mess. The kid is also hunched over, writing in a notebook with fast hands. “I’ve finally fucking caught you. What the fuck is a kid like you doing out this late. Why the fuck have you been out this late anyway? Why the fuck are you stalking me?”

Now, Aizawa is usually logical, but this kid has been watching him for the past week and he couldn't help the word vomit that practically left his mouth. Due to this, he wasn't expecting the kid to let out a shriek, jump and then proceed to throw the notebook he was holding at his face. Ow. Aizawa quickly catches the notebook before it hits the floor and decides to look in it for some answers while holding his nose from the pain of it hitting him as the kid stares at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Holy shit this kid is smart. Aizawa reads through pages of quirk analysis that's on par with professionals while the kid who wrote them looks 14 at most. “Oh my god I'm so sorry Mr Eraserhead! It's just that I've already analysed all the heros I see in the day so I tried finding more online and I came across underground heros. I didn't even know they existed until I stumbled across a forum about them and I thought they were so cool, that I decided to come out to try and analyse them. Which is how I found you and you're just so amazing because your quirk levels the playing field when you're taking down villains and i thought if I analysed you enough it might help me get into the hero course because i don't have a quirk but i still want to be a hero and-”

“Kid. Kid!” Aizawa interrupts them, eyes wide at how much the kid just blurted out and how fast. Of course, he was able to make out what was said so he decided to drop down and sit next to the kid. “This analysis is pretty damn good. And for having no quirk, you're definitely smart. You'll make it far as a hero if you work hard enough. Though you need some muscle to be able to do any damage.” He decides to tell the kid. “What's your name, kid?”

“Midoriya Izuku.” The kid- Midoriya, replies, taking the notebook back when it's handed over. “You really think I can be a hero? Even without a quirk?”

“Definitely a kid. It'll be hard, but if you have the heart, the mind and the determination, you can be one hell of an underground hero.” Aizawa responds without hesitation, smirking at the dumbfounded look on Midoriya's face. “Face it, kid. You've managed to evade me for a week. You've also managed to sneak up on me and catch me by surprise this week also. Not many have managed that.” He ruffles Midoriya's curls while silently telling himself that he was surprised, not scared during those encounters.

Yeah, he's found the mysterious green eyes and he'll make damn sure they become a hero.