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Izuku had always been seen as crazy by his peers, and he didn’t really care if he was proving them right. So what if he was ‘crazy’, his mum loved him and he loved his new villainy.
At first, he’d sticked to more heroic crimes, such as helping defeat the things that go bump in the night. But that was before he met Eraserhead in person!
He’d taken Eraserhead’s scarf away rather quickly in the fight, if he did say so himself, cutting it up and throwing it away to avoid any further use of the capture weapon. He didn’t want to get captured after all.
Soon, it became a knife fight. No quirks, since Erasure didn’t work on a quirkless like Izuku, and Izuku got a taste for blood.
…not literally. He wasn’t Toga.
Specifically Eraserhead’s blood.
“Heyyyy Eraser!” Izuku called, a sing-songy tone to his voice. “Doing anything fun?” Izuku dropped down infront of Eraserhead, who’d been sneaking around the alleyways of the dark.
“Immunity. Are you going to come willingly or do I need to arrest you with force?” Eraserhead looked tired, already gripping his scarf tightly, as though Izuku had already tried to cut up his capture weapon again, though it made sense to expect that from Izuku, since he did it nearly every fight.
They both knew the line was one only said out of necessity, and the ways of the law. To authorise them to fight. “I think I like things with a bit of force behind them, y’know?” Izuku chirped before rushing at Eraserhead. Izuku faked reaching for Eraserhead’s weapon, to which Eraser responded quickly, but instead grabbed Eraserhead’s shoulder and slammed him into the wall, kneeing him in the gut before taking the capture weapon and bouncing back.
Eraserhead recovered quickly despite Izuku setting the pace of the fight at faster than Eraser’s speed of comfort. Izuku knew he could do that much though, Eraserhead wouldn’t be his favourite hero if all the man could do was fight inside his comfort zone.
He grabbed back at the weapon, and Izuku wondered for a moment if this was going to become a tug-of-war moment, before Eraserhead cut the scarf, keeping the larger part for himself, though Izuku still took a sizeable amount for himself.
Izuku grinned, realising now was the time to do something Eraserhead wouldn’t be expecting.
The thing was, Izuku had been doing a bit of training at a particular trick, inspired by Eraserhead himself, in between their fights.
Izuku tested the capture weapon for a moment- it was slightly different from what Izuku had been practicing with, but he decided to give it a go.
In one quick move, mimicking Eraserhead, he had the man wrapped up in his own capture weapon.
Of course, it didn’t last long since Eraserhead had a knife to cut through it, but Izuku didn’t need him incapacitated for long.
Izuku started carving the beginnings of a smiley face- the left eye and the smile- just light enough to not endanger Eraser particularly but also deep enough to probably scar, before Eraserhead whacked him to the side.
Izuku spit blood, but not as much blood as there probably was blood running down Eraser’s right cheek. “Child abuse.” Izuku rasped with a laugh, as he got back up. But Eraser was already gone by the time he turned to face him. The man was a sneaky hero…
(Time skip)
Izuku absently noted the yellow sleeping bag as he walked into the room. He sat at the back of the class, not in the mood for talking today.
“Oh my gosh, Midoriya! You’re that boy who saved me at the entrance exam- how’d you do it?? I just saw you crawl out of the robot once it’d powered down…” Uraraka mumbled, Izuku put on a smile to talk to her, “U-um yeah, I kinda… w-went inside the-the robot and sh-shut it off?” Izuku internally scolded himself for his lack of ability to talk to girls. Stop embarrassing me- or myself?
“Ah, yeah, that makes a lot of sense actually… still, it must’ve been confusing to know how to do, right?” Uraraka asked awkwardly with a chuckle, and Izuku shook his head, “No, they create them to have an internal off switch for-“
Izuku was cut off by an oddly familiar voice, “That was thirteen seconds you all wasted, I expect you to do better next lesson. For now, let’s make up for lost time. Get in your seats. My name is Shouta Aizawa, though you will call me Aizawa Sensei. I expect to see you in your seats by the bell from now on, like proper hero students.”
Izuku looked up at the man. He clearly wasn’t a top-ranked hero, but he looked familiar. Maybe one a little more underground Izuku knew of?
As he thought that, Izuku’s eyes landed on the scar on his cheek. Oh. I never finished the last eye, did I? It doesn’t look much like a smiley face. Izuku mused, but he knew what the scar meant, and he was excited.
When ‘Aizawa’ sent them all out into the field to get into their hero costumes, Izuku said something as he passed by the door:
“Nice scar, Eraser!”
In the same perky tone he talked in when out and about at night. When pestering his favourite local hero.
Izuku grinned to himself, holding back a cackle as Eraserhead’s face dropped.
It was time to play a new game.