Another Vigilante Deku story!

Friendship

-music isn't my own, however, I enjoy listening to these playlists while I write these chapters.-

Five years of putting up with the world bullshit and Izuku had had it! Now he was four years into his new persona. A fist collided clumsily with his opponent's face. A sickening crunch came from their nose as they reeled back screaming. 

"You monster! You will pay for this!" The guy threatened. He had a mutant-type quirk that made him look like a wolf. From what Izuku could observe, he had better hearing and smell, but not reflexes. 

"Come and bring it then!" Izuku taunted, standing straight, taking advantage of his growth spurt.

"Nah, man! He's a monster! Let's just leave!" One of the wolf-man's lackeys whimpers.

 The two men limp out of the alleyway, leaving Izuku alone. 

"Good!" Izuku huffed, puffing out his chest. Before spinning around to check up on the person he picked a fight for. "Are you okay now?"

"Oh, yes! Thank you." The guy mumbled taking Izuku's offered hand. 

"What is your name?" Izuku asked.

"Oh, it's Shinso Hitoshi." Shinso murmured, hanging his head. "Why did you help me, mister?"

"Oh, right! My reason was for helping you is your quirk isn't a villains quirk. And no one can decide that but you!" Izuku gave him a toothy grin. "If you come with me I can get you patched up and looking brand new!"

Izuku noticed Shinso's abrupt halt, so spinning around he came face to face with the purple-haired teen. Almost as if he read Shinso's mind Izuku answered it.

"I know the feeling of being picked on because of quirks. So I make it my responsibility to jump in and help others who suffer like me. So no, I won't regret my decision." Izuku gently grabbed Shinso's hand. "You see this?"

"Ye..yes?" Shinso gave him a confused look.

"It's your hand! A villain wouldn't let me touch them because they would think I'd arrest them!"

"Really?"

"Nope! But seriously, don't let them tell you who you are, kay?" Izuku's grin grew.

Shinso just kept staring, dumbstruck. When did he deserve such kindness?

"Come on let's get you patched up!" Izuku pulled Shinso behind him, leading him to his workplace. 

-A few minutes of walking in silence later-

Mr. Carl's Gear. A store with rusty, red paint and dirty glass windows. A clean white door leads to a large warehouse aesthetic workroom. 

"I'm here for work Mr.Carl!" Izuku called out.

"Anything interesting happen to you today young Izuku?" Mr.Carl, Shinso presumed, replied. 

"Meh! I got into a fight and brought a kid to the workplace to clean up his wounds." Izuku's replied made it seem like fights were a usual thing.

"The kid a target or an opponent?"

"Target." Izuku dragged Shinso to a chair and sat him down. "Wait here, I'll bring the medkit to you."

Taking the opportunity, Shinso took in every detail of the shop. Crowded tables covered in clutter like wires, gears, data chips, and other computer parts. Loud clattering could be heard from the small room Izuku disappeared into. 

"Found it!" Izuku reappeared carrying a bright red box with a white cross plastered on. "I'm gonna need you to lift your t-shirt up, k?" 

Shinso nodded. Thirty minutes of patching up their wounds later, now Shinso had Izuku Midoriya number and maybe even a future friendship to bloom. The idea excited Shinso, but he couldn't get his hopes up. Izuku would probably forget about him in a month and then they'd be strangers once more. However, three months later and Izuku had spent every free minute he could chilling with his best friend. 

-Author note, sorry this is short but I thought I'd try to do short chapters meaning I'd do more in less time. However, I know the plot of the story is confusing, I will try to explain it further along. But this is just for fun, though hopefully, you are enjoying it!-