Counting Down

Zero (old)

The day was boring for Izuku. Besides the stunt he pulled with Aizawa, nothing else happened out of the normal. Monoma was being Monoma and throwing things at Izuku if he got annoyed too much. Shinso wasn't seen until halfway through the day because he ended up forgetting he was at work--that or he didn't feel like getting off the lockers.

Izuku sighed as he put his hat back in his locker. What he really wanted to do tight now was bang his head on the wall.

A boring day is torture to the poor kid.

Shinso looked over at Midoriya from his seat in the lounge. Lifting a hot cup of coffee to his lips, he comments on the boy.

"You look like you need a coffee."

Izuku closed his locker and turned around with a deadpan look. "I think I'm gonna need more than a singular coffee."

Shinso shrugs as he watches Midoriya leave the employees lounge. It was Shinso's night to lock up, meaning he stayed until he finished his mug, cleaned it, and then made himself another coffee in a portable cup for the ride home.

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Izuku was running across buildings. It had been a relatively silent night. Nothing big was happening, just small, petty crimes.

He had already stopped two assaults and three robberies, to which he had easily taken down the bad guys and left a note stating their crimes for the police.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he hears someone crying down an alleyway he passed. Muffled sobs echoed faintly through the black sky.

He backtracked and ran to the roof overlooking the alleyway. A man was straddling a woman, his grubby left hand was cutting off the airway to her throat. And his right hand was under her clothes.

Izuku was disgusted, the man was either groping the woman or he was trying to see if he could steal something off her. He has a sneaking suspicion it's the former.

Izuku hops down from the roof and lands slightly behind the man. The pudgy man jumps in surprise and let's go of the woman, turning around. Midoriya wastes no time punching the man's throat, leaving him susceptible to more hits. The man stumbles back a few steps, clutching his throat, but Izuku isn't happy.

Izuku swings his leg around and kicks the man's stomach, aiming for the liver.

"Who the heck are you?" Screams the man, one hand holding his throat and the other his liver. His elevated voice caused the ground to vibrate softly. A rock ended up rolling a few inches. It's a cool, yet relatively weak quirk.

"I'm Zero." Izuku says, his black mask changing his voice to a glitching one.

"You're gonna die!" Yells the man again, anger seeping through his tone. Another rock moves away slightly.

"I know." Izuku deadpans.

The man's eyes widen and then turn into slits. He smirks at the boy and lines up a punch. He staggers as Izuku dodges, taking his arm and flipping the greasy man forward.

Izuku then looks at the victim who is silently sobbing in a fetal position in the corner of the alleyway.

Midoriya's heart stutters in sadness. That poor girl. No one deserves that.