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Now, Izuku Midoriya really was a reasonable fella, which is why he really didn’t see an issue with anything he does, because he’s always right.
“You, a… what, 12 year old kid? You, you want us to give you a hero license?” The woman asked, squinting down at the boy in front of her.
“Hey. I’m 14, man. Give me a break.” Izuku said, glaring back to the worker.
The woman shook her head in disbelief - Which is really just rude - at him, before pulling out her phone. She held a finger in his face, gesturing for him to stay silent - Yet again, rude - as she dialed a number into her phone.
Izuku tapped his foot impatiently, because he really has better things to do than wait for HPSC workers to ask him who he is.
Which is why he left the woman while she was distracted with whoever she ended up calling. Not after stealing her keycard though.
Swiping to the card to enter the elevator he’d realized he’d made a crucial mistake. He literally had no idea where the fuck he was, and which floor he needed to be on.
“Eh, fuck it.” He whispered to himself, hitting a random floor button, while unknowingly ignoring the people in suits who reeled back at his comment.
He backed up, not wanting to get in the way of the other people who may need to get on to, because he’s kind like that. But as he did he finally noticed the looks he was getting, which, fair enough. A random teenager dressed unprofessionally in an office building might be confusing.
“What the hell?”
Izuku squinted as he looked around, searching for the person to match the voice, which he did when he found a man to his left still staring at him with a confused expression. Does anyone in this damned building have any manners?
“What? Why are you staring at me?” He asked the man.
“What do you mean why!? You’re… you’re…” The man trailed off, gesturing up and down at Izuku with his hand.
“Yeah, so maybe I’m a little young! What’s with the hating attitude?” Izuku rolled his eyes.
The man’s mouth seemed to just drop further, which must’ve been a confusing sight for the people who were just getting on the elevator seeing as they all looked startled as well.
“Kid, your holding a fucking gun!” He shouted.
Okay, that was just dramatic. While he may or may not have a gun, it didn’t even have real bullets in it! Clearly this guy must be new to the HPSC if this is the first time he’s seen someone holding a gun.
Unfortunately, Izuku didn’t really want to get security called on him before he could get a license.
“No I’m not.” He told the man, straight faced.
He scoffed as he heard Izuku’s words, looking at him accusatively, which is so dramatic might he add, because he’s done nothing wrong. In return, Izuku widened his eyes, displaying innocence.
“Yes you are! You have a gun in your hand! I can see it!” He swung his hands around, motioning to the gun sporadically.
“Can you calm down? You're being really dramatic.” Izuku asked, crossing his arms over his chest in disapproval.
“How am I being dramatic!? You’re the one with the gun!”
“You’re being really loud, and frankly rude, can you stop causing a scene in public?” He held the bridge of his nose in his hand, staring in disappointment.
“I’m causing a scene?” The man laughed in disbelief.
God, now everyone on the elevator was looking at them, this is so embarrassing for Izuku. This fool is ruining his reputation.
“You always do this, it’s not the time Jeremy!” Izuku seethed, glaring at the man.
“My name isn’t Jeremy! I don’t even know you!” He screamed back.
“I know you have identity issues, but in front of strangers, on the elevator is not the time.” Izuku scolded, hitting the man’s - Jeremy’s, he corrected himself - leg lightly with his gun.
The man blanched as the barrel of Izuku’s paintball gun rammed into his leg, leaving a definite bruise. “I’m gonna have a bruise for weeks, what’s wrong with you!” The man demanded Izuku to answer, although much quieter, as to not disrupt the people around him, a task he failed long ago.
“Oh my god, I barely tapped you, stop trying to garner sympathy from the people around us, they have nothing to do with this!” Izuku accused the man, not bothering to even make an attempt at lowering his volume.
He watched as Jeremy hissed at him, before turning his head away and ignoring Izuku, finally.
“Well everyone it was great to see you, unfortunately I’ll be taking my leave now.” The boy told the group of people still in the elevator as he got off on the random floor he’d previously chosen.
He whistled as he strolled through the building, watching heads whip around to stare, and whispers echo through the building. The plan - General idea, he had no plan, whatsoever - he’d come up with was to find whoever he thought ranked highest in commission hierarchy and get a license from them. How he would do it is irrelevant.
Luckily, as he strolled down the rows of cubicle, and meeting rooms, but as soon as he spotted someone who would make everything a whole lot easier, he threw his plan out the window.
“Hey!” Izuku called out, like an old friend.
Everyone turned their heads to look at the shouting voice, including his target. He stalked over as people moved around him, whispering and occasionally gasping when they noticed what he was holding.
“Hey bud, it’s your ole pal Izuku! Need a favor, come with me.” The man lightly protested, but didn’t put up much of a fight, so he was dragged, one arm around his neck, into an empty meeting room.
As soon as the two fully entered the room, the other man dropped his laidback act, sending out feathers, holding Izuku’s arms and legs to the wall.
“Ay calm down, I’m not Jesus, why are you trying to crucify my ass.” He joked, only getting a raised eyebrow and an unimpressed stare in response. “Alright… whatever, guess fun is outlawed in the commission office.” He continued, attempting to put his hands up in surrender, before he realized they were stuck to the wall with feathers.
“Who are you?” Hawks demanded, pointing one of his longer feathers that he sharpened like a sword at the boy’s neck.
“I literally, like, just told you. Do your ears work?”
“Answer the question.” He demanded, moving the sharp feather forward.
“Your ole pal Izuku. Here to get my hero license!” He told him, smiling.
“I’ve never heard of you.”
Izuku made tears form in his eyes, and a frown took place on his lips before replying, “Of course you haven’t! I’m just a quirkless loser. I should’ve known all your commissioners are like this after last time!” he yelled emotionally, sniffling between his sentences to add to the effect.
“Wha- huh?” Hawks restraints became a bit looser as the man faltered.
“You guys just never have enough of discriminating, huh?” Massive amount of tears, simply too many for the average person, rolled down Izuku’s face.
“No! I support everyone, and that includes-”
“Everyone but quirkless people? Yeah I know. Whatever, can I just go.” He requested from the hero, who nodded thoughtlessly, calling his feathers back to his wings.
Izuku solemnly left the room, while the hero stood in shock, confused by the interaction he just had, and news of the first quirkless hero…?
Only later would he realize his hero license was missing.
-
Aizawa sighed as he watched his kid reel back in laughter, like a maniac, for the third time, in the living room.
“What the hell are you doing.” He stated, more than asked, the boy.
Izuku apparently just having noticed him (He was literally there before Izuku came in, how did he not notice?) jumped back in shock, before calming down at the sight of his adoptive father.
“Oh. I’m practicing my Light Yagami insane laugh.” The boy stated happily, holding his hands together, and rolling on his heels.
The man sighed, honestly, he should’ve picked a different one. But he’d grown too fond of his very insane child.
“And why do you need to do that?” Aizawa asked him.
“Hawks.” Izuku said plainly, without further explanation. Then continued laughing like a maniac.
-
“Please state your name, age, and quirk.”
“Izuku Midoriya, 14, quirkless, sir.”
The detective stared in shock at Izuku, his eyes showing his range of emotions, bewilderment, annoyance, disbelief, and pity all directed in a single glance.
“I’m sorry.” The detective apologized.
Honestly, people have really got to stop underestimating people for their quirks.
“It’s okay.” Izuku replied, playing up the sadness in his tone.
“So, uhm, you're being arrested for murder.” The detective told him, seemingly in disbelief at the thought of Izuku committing those crimes.
“I don’t think I am.” He replied, stone faced.
“Yes you are? It says right here.” The detective flipped the clipboard he was holding, showing some police documents, which was most definitely illegal.
“Actually sir, I’m a hero, it was in self defense.” He told the man shyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
The man broke into laughter like Izuku had told a good joke before calming down, “Yeah, yeah, good one kid!”
Before he could continue, Izuku slid a piece of plastic across the table, which the detective picked up curiously. He watched as the man looked at the card, doing a double take, looking nervous, and then settling on a confused expression.
“This isn’t you.” The man told him.
“Yes it is.” Izuku said, furrowing his brows at the man's confusion. What was there to be confused about?
“This is clearly not you, young man.” The detective sighed, tossing the piece of plastic back to the green haired boy carelessly. “That’s obviously fake.” Izuku sighed, as he caught the tossed license.
“Yes it is, you can scan it, it’s very much real, sir.” Izuku politely told the man, because sometimes it’s hard to bring people back from their delusions.
“This is Hawks.” He pointed a finger at the younger man’s face, unimpressed.
“Sir, I get that you may be a Hawks fanboy, but I am not Hawks.” Izuku told him, lightheartedly.
“This is the license of the hero, Hawks.”
“No, I don’t think it is.” Izuku pointed out, brilliantly helpful, as usual.
“Yes it is? That’s him in the picture, the quirk registration says ‘Fierce Wings’, which is Hawks quirk.”
“Listen, as much as you want to imagine I’m Hawks, I’m not, so can you just let me go.”
“Imagine? It clearly says it right there-”
“And there you go with the delusions again…” Izuku muttered, loudly enough so the other man could hear.
“Excuse you? I am not having delusions!” The detective said angrily, spitting the last word with way too much venom for an undelusional man.
“Yeah, and I’m quirkless.” Izuku mocked, rolling his eyes.
“You are! You told me that not even ten minutes ago!”
“Let me get this straight… you think… a quirkless kid… could be a hero?” Izuku asked, face clearly showing his unimpressed attitude.
The man scoffed, “Well, no! Obviously.”
“So then can you tell me, why you think I, a hero, is quirkless?” Izuku asked, narrowing his eyes at the other man.
“Because you said it!”
“No I didn’t. My license clearly says I have a quirk.”
“It says ‘Fierce Wings’!” The detective exclaimed.
“Yes…?” Izuku gestured for the man to continue.
“Wha- you- why the hell are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re not explaining the issue, which I don’t seem to understand what it is.”
“You don’t have wings!” He shot up from his seat, wildly gesturing at Izuku.
“Yes I do? Are you alright?” Izuku asked.
He walked over to put a comforting hand on the clearly mentally ill man’s shoulders, only to have his hand be shrugged off and met with another glare from him. Izuku sighed, shaking his head while looking down. What can you do? If someone mentally ill doesn’t want help they’re not gonna get it.
“You don’t! I’m not fucking blind!”
“Sir, you need to sit down, I’m starting to believe you're hallucinating.” Izuku suggested softly, trying to convey a calm presence to the - possibly breaking down - man.
“No! I’m fine! You’re crazy!”
The teen hummed, clearly the man was trying to pull some classic deflection on him. Good thing Izuku doesn’t stand for manipulation.
“Why don’t you sit down and follow my breathing?”
The man started to argue, but stopped as his breathing became erratic. Izuku took his hands in his own and began to guide him to calming down.
After a few minutes, and the man’s heart rate lowering, he’d calm down enough to sit back down in the chair. Izuku got a bit worried at the blank look in the man’s eyes.
“Detective?” He called out, trying to garner the older man’s focus.
The detached look in the man’s eyes worried Izuku, but he could recognize the familiar feeling. Knowing what helped him, Izuku headed out of the interrogation room, and walked down to the police’s small staff kitchen (Which he could now find thanks to learning the layout after the last time). He heated some water in a kettle, adding a teabag, and poured himself and the man a cup of tea.
Walking back to the room got him some very confused and even worried looks, but he shot them a reassuring smile, which seemed to give everyone some relief. He opened the door and set the teacups down before quickly exiting to find the blankets they give to victims, which were luckily in a small closet nearby. He took one, before exiting and walking back to the room.
Returning for the second time, he wrapped the blanket around the dissociating man, and put the teacup in the man’s hands, who instinctively grabbed it.
Izuku simply sat drinking his tea, while he hoped the temperature of the teacup would bring ground the poor detective.
However, before he got the opportunity of seeing if the hot cup would help, the door was thrown open.
“Dad!” izuku chirped happily, hopping out of the chair he’d been sitting in, opposite of the detective.
He watched the man’s eyes scan the room, lingering in shock as the detective who was supposed to be arresting Izuku stared into nothing.
And if he started doing his insane Light Yagami laugh, interrupting himself repeatedly to giggle at his own antics, there was no proof.
-
“So little listener, who’d you kill? I doubt you did it for fun.” Yamada asked, hands on his hips with a frown on his face, making Izuku wince apologetically.
“There was a girl! And this guy who was definitely abusing her! It was a mistake, honest!” Izuku quickly defended, waving his hands in front of his face.
“How do you mistakenly kill someone?”
“I wouldn’t say that I killed him… he more… did it to himself?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at his poor explanation, before adding more at his adoptive parents unimpressed looks. “The girl didn’t even see! And I gave her to Nighteye after!”
Apparently Izuku said the wrong thing, because both Aizawa and Yamada looked at each other while the blood drained from their faces. Not knowing what to do, he continued talking.
“The guy, I don’t remember his name, was uhm, apparently part of some case he had going? I don’t know. He didn’t even hit me, I took the girl and started jumping around the alleyway to dodge these spikes from the ground and next thing you know he accidentally impaled himself! I got out right after…” Izuku stopped talking as he saw the two start to look sick, seeming to know something Izuku didn’t.
“I’m gonna stop talking.”
“Yeah, why don’t you do that.” Aizawa said, while Yamada started rappidly making phone calls.