Hunter: Vigilante Deku

Chapter 1: "Hunter!"

Name: Izuku Midoriya

Alias: Hunter

Age: 15

Quirk: Radar

Quirk Description: If he thinks about a general description of a person, like if he thinks 'villain' then he'll be able to zero in on any villains location. He also had enhanced agility  but it doesn't always help fast enough.

Izuku's POV

I woke up and walked into the bathroom. I combed my bright blue hair and brushed my teeth. My hair was currently dyed but I was gonna take the color out tonight. I looked in the mirror at my bright green eyes. The looked dull and lifeless like usual. I hadn't been able to regain the spark of happiness since my mother died. I closed my eyes briefly as the memories washed over me. 

My brother, Tomura Shigaraki, was holding my mother by the neck. He had his pinky finger off though. 

"Shiggy! What are you doing?!" I asked, tears running down my face. I was 8 at the time. He was 16

"She's a weakness. You need to remove all weaknesses in order to be the strongest villain ever. Kill her or I will." My mom stared at me.

"Izu, please kill me. I would not like to be disintegrated by your brother." My mother said calmly.

"NO! I can't!" 

"Do it," Shigaraki ordered. I raised my gun and pointed it shakily at her. I closed my eyes and shot.

I opened my eyes, the shot ringing in my head. I continued studying my appearance in the mirror. My eyes made their way down to my throat and stopped at the scars there. They were from my father, Hisashi Midoriya. He had trained me for  13 years, punishing me when I disobeyed or didn't do something good enough. That's why I was extremely good at everything I would need to survive, fight, and be the strongest villain. That was always my fathers plan for me, since he was the #1 villain when All For One was captured. 

After killing him, I decided I didn't want to be a villain but I didn't want to be a 'hero' either. So I decided to be a vigilante. And after almost a year of that profession, I have been successful in all my mission. A bonus is I get to evade and annoy heroes. 

The scars on my throat was from when I had tried to kill my father and he slit my throat and burnt the vocal cords. Then he stitched the wound closed and burnt the skin together. I haven't been able to speak since. A few days later I stabbed him in his sleep and fled. 

I was shaken out of my thoughts by an alarm that was telling me there was a crime. I got into my vigilante gear (black cargo pants, a black T-Shirt, a black leather vest over top of the T-Shirt, a black hood, and a black mask that covered my neck and nose. Look at the picture for the story and just imagine he has his hood up) and popped my bright blue contacts in. The I walked through my house and grabbed my hawk. He was a rare type of hawk and was black with bright blue highlights. He hopped onto my shoulder. 

"Ready to go boy?" I asked in sign language.

He dipped his head in a nod.

A few hours later...

"I'd say that was successful! Wanna stay here for a little?" I signed. He nodded again.

We perched on the edge of a roof. He looked at me for permission. "Go ahead. Make sure to come back in an hour though!" I signed, giving him permission to go hunt. He squawked and flew away. I activated my quirk. The good thing about it was as long as I didn't try and zero in on anyone's exact location, it wouldn't expend a lot of energy. I felt a pulse of energy though. There was someone here! Wait... Actually there were 2 people. Then the energy disappeared and I was left without my quirk. 'Huh?' I thought. 'Wait... There's only one person with a quirk that erases other people's quirk. Eraserhead is here! That means the other person is probably a hero too!'  A/N: I don't know if there are any other people with quirk erasing quirks...