Your Hero Arrives!

Izuku 'Dekiru' Midoriya saves someone.

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"What the hell is going on here?!" The pair of middle school boys jumped at the new voice, and even Izuku finds himself startled at how strong it came out. But he didn't have time to speculate his sudden confidence as he stared the two teenagers down coldly.

His hands were planted firmly on his hips and the grip he had on the comfortable fabric of his hero costume was certainly tight enough to rip it. But that hardly mattered when there was an almost white-hot rage burning in his stomach.

One of the middle schoolers — a lanky blue-skinned boy with gills — sneered at Izuku, and straightened up. It would've been more intimidating, but Izuku was a head taller than him and a hero student, and so it wasn't. "What's it to you?" The gilled boy asked harshly, popping his knuckles loudly, as if that would do anything.

Izuku has met flies scarier than this kid.

"What's it to me?" Izuku scoffed, and took a warning step forward. It was to his wonderment that the two boys hadn't registered the very obvious hero costume he was wearing. I'm also in the direct pathway of the sun, Izuku considered, so that might be why. "What's it to me is that you're beating someone up in an alley."

The second middle schooler — a plain-looking brunet — narrowed his eyes at the hero student. "He deserves it, he's a villain. Besides, who do you think you are, a hero?" He said, stressing the word 'hero' mockingly. A condescending smile flitted across the boy's face.

Izuku took another step forward and allowed his hands to fall to his side, and as he stepped out of the light of the glaring sun, he activated his capture scarf. The boys balked at the sight, stumbling backwards at the tendrils of scarf that floated menacingly above his head. "Considering I'm one of Sir Nighteye's interns," Izuku started slowly, a dangerous look on his face that he knew the younger teens could see, "I damn well better be."

The boys paled rapidly, but Izuku felt no sympathy for them as he took another step towards them. He briefly wondered when he'd been able to become so frightening, and then chalked it up to long-term exposure to Aizawa-sensei and his bullshit. "Now get the fuck out of here," Izuku snapped, "before I decide to turn you in for assault."

"Shit," the brunet gasped, then grabbed the blue-gilled boy — who appeared to be in some sort of state of shock — by his elbow and started to drag him back. "Shit! Let's get out of here, Hamada, we can't get this on our record!"

The brunet didn't wait for the blue-gilled boy's — Hamada's — answer before he booked it past Izuku and out of the alleyway. Hamada seemed to register it only a moment later, because he shouted after the brunet and raced after him. Izuku watched the two leave with a dark look, and only after did a few seconds pass that he was sure they were gone, and turned back to the purple-haired boy. (Part of him considered chasing after them — they did just hurt someone, but there were more important matters to attend to.)

Said purple-haired boy was now on his knees and silently trying to get back up, but was failing rather miserably. His arms and legs wobbled precariously as he tried to lift himself off the grimy cement. He barely made it ten seconds before he collapsed back onto his knees. His head was bowed and hands clutched tight into fists.

Izuku frowned deeply, letting out a sharp puff of air through his nose (and letting his anger dissipate with it), he cancelled his scarves. As the fabric settled comfortably onto his shoulders he walked over and crouched in front of the boy. Slowly, he reached out and placed a gloved hand onto the middle schooler's uniformed shoulder. The boy jerked his head up in surprise and Izuku just managed to duck back before he got slammed in the face.