Izuku's Astrocyte

Story

So, you want to know the story huh? How one of the strangest villains to ever traverse Japan lived, what they were like, and the minutia you'd think encompassed the day-to-day life of a maniacal, twisted, no good son of a bitch...

Well since you're so eager to find out, let's start with the beginning. It was when my parents... wait no, it happened as I was walking home; But that's not right either? I was... no, the beginning was... It was when...

It'll come back to me but lets just let this event explain the situation for itself. One night (if you think I'm going to say dark and stormy you can screw off, we ain't that cliche here), within the city of Hosu, I was beginning my nightly patrol. As per my standard of usual, the areas were quiet, low key, this district was meant for business, as in the kind that you don't want some self righteous license holder sticking their nose in. I received a few notifications, someone wanted someone dead and now the police are alerted, but I was interested more-so in the place everyone goes for everything. 'The Black Rock'. I stepped in the doors, as always music was going loud, busy bar on the first floor reeking of booze and smoke, and a bustling nightclub down below that had all that plus some. I walk back towards the bar about to sit down till useless #2 comes to stop me, again nothing new.

Grunt #2: "Nuh uh." (Places a hand on my chest) "New guests see him first, you pay, you stay."

I simply pause to stare at him. Now I'm not presumptuous, and I don't expect people to remember me, especially with how I cover myself not leaving a face for any ID. But I do expect people to remember this little horror...

So I place my hand on his and turn that arm into the last man that grabbed me.

Grunt #3: "JESUS!" (Pulls a gun)

After disintegrating his buddy's arm, I do the same to every bullet and then his gun to where he falls on the floor begging. Once again the useless sequence of events play out. Next on the list is coming through that door in 3...2...1... and-

Grunt #1: "Ah dammit..." (Pinches the bridge of his nose) "Come on back... The boss'l see ya."

Nodding, I turn towards the door he came from leaving him to clean up his mess that was made for him. 

And now for the main event, him.

He sat in a chair facing the window of the office tinted from the club that was packed. He laid a document on the table next to him, finally getting to the conversation I wanted to have.

???: "Once again, you come into my bar, flash around your powers, AND BREAK two of my goons!" -pulls a gun and rests it on his chair- "Imma give you to the count of three..."

Me: -In a hush voice- "Put the gun away Roman, we both know what that'll bring."

He tapped his finger on the barrel before swiveling his chair to face me, a scowl plastered across his scarred face, sitting atop a heavy body in a deep maroon suit.

Roman: (condescendingly) "And if I don't?"

Me: "Then I-" my head turns with a spasm, a purple mist of energy beginning to run loose from my hand as it shakes. "..." (Breathes) "Then I turn this office into your lackey's arm..."

Roman: (Clicks his tongue) "Fine." (Stands) "To what is the occasion this time, I don't need another hero snooping around this place looking for you."

Me: (Hand and arm jitter again) "The storage house, near North Mustafu, along the back way of the district... I-" (Body slightly twists and head dips) "I want into there tomorrow. night"

Roman: "Not only do I feel like this is a waste of time knowing what you can do, why in the hell should I? Its knocking off a warehouse." (Turns and grabs a drink) "Be a big boy and deal wit' it!"

Me: "Roman, it's one of Daigo's..."

He pauses and turns back to me, understanding the point.

Roman: "My interest is peaked, but why? He not release his new blow-hard product on time?"      (Chuckles)

Me: "That's for me to kno-" -Jitters- "Know and you to simply deal with the security."

Roman: "Does it have to do with you lookin' like a walking seizure commercial." (Laughs)

Everyone in the room follows suit, laughing, and I stand there, till finally.

Me: (Sparks a small blast in my hand)

Everyone stops laughing and a few guards pick their guns up from resting at their sides.

Roman: "Well, tempting it may be, your offer is lacking the part where I hear the 'oh-so-needed' compensation. So go shove your demand up your tic fueled a-"

I grab him and pin him high against the glass wall, all four goons pulling a gun on my back. I lower him till his eyes are right above mine as my head is spasming a bit more.

Roman: "THE HELL BOY!" (Drops his drink)

Me: (In a reverberating and deep voice) "My compensation... you get a window of opportunity to keep breathing..." 

I set him down, stated "tomorrow at midnight", at the warehouse shift change, and left him to his devices.

Roman: (Gulps) "Ricky... get our fixer to knock out the power at that time, we'll see if we can tag along on his little raid, and next time he comes in here." (Turns toward the window) "Shoot him, I don't care how, but he doesn't make it past the door." (Pauses and turns around) "Or even better... call da' heroes after we nab a few little tings'." (Laughs maniacally).

[Skip to later that night]

Walking home was quiet, just me, the sky and the usual ruckus of the district's 'activities', but right now it was too quiet. Except for one guy in the alley a block behind me, it was quiet.

I paused to take a look around me, a show for the guy tailing me, so I continue on till I reach another alley, the lamp dims, (perfect), and then I vanish from the street. Whomever it was panicked-running to the spot of my disappearing act, meanwhile I continue my stroll now atop the buildings. Wasn't much connecting them in terms of walkable ground, so blinking was my remaining option... Until it drew another's attention.

Some random hero saw me and decided it was his night to get in my business.

???: "Sir, I'm going to have to ask for some ID, and your reasons for using your quirk at this hour?"

I turn my body to him, my motor spasms increasing in my arms as my head begins phasing in different positions.

???: (Scared) "...Wha-What are y-you..."

Me: (In a reverberating and deep voice) "M-Ma-Malady..."

[In Precinct 3]

Det.Tsukauchi: "Thank you for your help Eraser, we should be able to find out-"

Police Radio: "Dispatch, we have a code 77 in Hosu's South district, Pro Hero Albur is on the scene but Precinct 5 require's backup, over."

Det.Tsukauchi: "Well... You up for another job tonight?"

Eraserhead: "I feel like it'll be more than just tonight."