Izuku is growing up but he didn't get into UA like he wanted instead they placed him into the general education class
Out of spite he declined the offer leaving his dreams in the dust
But isn't the saying sticks and stones may break my bones but wo...
I glance at him from the kitchen as I wait for the person in front of me to move.
As I fill the orders of the teens a million thoughts run though my brain.
What's he doing here?
Did he get into UA?
Does he recognize me!
Did he think I died?
Did he morn me?
Or course he didn't he hates me right?
Shaking myself out of my thought I set down their drinks tossing straws onto the table as I start to write down what they want.
"Hey bakubro what do you want or do not want anything?" Says the red haired one.
"Shut it shitty hair I don't need you to fucking talk for me!" He yelled back before turning to me.
His eyes looked me up and down before he asked for something that I never thought he liked.
"I just want a bowl of Katsudon got that?" He said raising an eyebrow.
"Um yeah I got that. Anything else?" I ask keeping eye contact.
"Nope that's all thanks." The yellow eyed one said bouncing in her seat.
I placed there orders before stopping in front of a mirror. I've changed a lot. I'm taller about the same as Bakugo. I had to diy my hair it's now black with a few white and green strands.
I've got an under cut now and my curly hair isn't as long.
When I grabbed their orders I made my way over to the table.
They were talking about going to a party that was being held on July 15. That's my birthday so I pretended to fumble until I heard Bakugo say he had nothing important to do that day.
Suddenly my attention was brought to the TV that is at the bar. My eyes widened as the news said the police were opening old cases. And low and behold their was my face.
I heard Bakugo make a click with his tongue behind me.
"What's wrong bakubro you know that kid of something?"
"I used to he's just some nobody who probably jumped off a building, he was a nuisance and he deserved what happened. He fucking dragged everyone down he was quirkless. He used it to cry for attention." He said with a smirk.
I was pissed off at that point I turned around I wrote the bill and slammed it down on the table.
I mumbled 'Asshole ' as I walked away. But they heard me.
"Hey you can forget about a tip!" The yellow eyed one yelled as I walked back to the kitchen.
Making my way to them I filled their drinks. Clenching my fist I turned my gaze towards Bakugo.
"He didn't deserve that." I said before turning away to assist one of the other tables I was waiting.
"The fuck did you say?!" He yelled trying to get attention.
I kept working while they stayed in the booth talking and eating. But I couldn't shake his gaze no matter where I went.
His eyes followed me around the room. That is until my shift came to an end and I walked to the back so I could clock out.
I now go by the name Hortaru but every one just calls me taru for short.
I walked out onto the floor making my way to the exit. I've got to get a taxi but I don't want to walk through a dark alley in the middle of the night.
As I made my way out the door I could hear the loud teens approach.
"Hey you know it's bad for business if you go around calling people assholes!" The blond one with a lightning bolt said.
"I didn't call you all an asshole just him." I said pointing to Bakugo.
He looked surprised but I turned and started walking down the busy street until I saw a cab. I held my hand out as it slowed to a stop I leaned in telling them my address.
Giving one last glance to see if he recognized me I shook my head at the unfamiliarity that gleamed in his red eyes.
Getting in the cab I waited as they turned to look at me. As The car drove by one was giving me the finger as the rest just stared at me confused.
When I reached my apartment I flipped down on my bed. I started to feel comfort until my alarm went off telling me it was almost time for patrol.
"Argh come on!" I yelled pressing the stop button on my phone.
I walked to my closet bending down to move the fake half wall. Reaching inside I grabbed a duffle bag tossing it to the side I grabbed my black case.
Bringing everything to my bed I opened them and started to change into my suit.
It's dark green with black and silver lining. I wear black high tops with red strings. A black skin tight under shirt with padding and a bullet proof vest cover my chest and arms. I secure my dark yellow utility belt.
I pull on my black and green cargo pants they have built in padding to soften any fall I might take.
Throwing on a green cloak i notice the rips and tears at the bottom. U can tell I've worn this a lot.
Pulling on a black half mask I secure the locking mechanism before turning to open the black case.
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(This is what his vigilante costume looks like)
Looking inside I pulled out my metal bow staff. Pushing the silver button the weapon comes alive with a crackle of electricity.
I smirked to myself as I placed it in the magnet holster on my back.
Standing all suited up I walked to my desk pulling out my knifes and grappling hook. Strapping them in place I opened my window and leaped out.
Grabbing onto the gutter I swung myself onto the roof.
I winced at the bright lights coming from the city.
I turned looking at the dark Side of the city. I made my way there to the poor side.
_____________ Time skip
After stopping a few criminals I stopped to sit on the side of a very tall building.
Now looking down I can see the over pass as cars zip through it. Not one of them knowing I was just above them.
I listened and waited. That is until I heard the familiar silent steps of one sleepy pro hero.
