One Shots that Shot Me in the Feels

This Boy is on Fire

Prompt: Vigilante Izuku learns how to drive a motorcycle, gives his honorary hero fathers a heart attack when Endeavor gets involved, and almost dies.

This is half edited, but enjoy!

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I swear on my analysis notebooks, I'm gonna murder Dabi. Izuku thought, adrenaline fueled rage spurring him onward. His fellow vigilante had been teaching him how to ride a motorcycle, but conveniently forgot to mention that the flaming trash was going to be out today. He was also supposed to watch for threats.

That slip up led to this situation. Three cars in hot pursuit, one police crusier, a black sedan, and the third being present mic's very obnoxious, very ancient American car... Ford mustang, geez! Heroes must make an obscene amount of money.

Izuku would have condemned the man for spending so much on a car, but he was also well aware of the large sums of money he gave to charities, the concerts he would do for discounted cost, and knew that of the heroes in general, he was one of the best.

Besides, it wasn't like Izuku hadn't spent a lot on the motorcycle he was currently driving far past the speed limit.

The black sedan was a mystery, but Present Mic had been following him for awhile, making sure he wasn't going to crash, and keeping him under the speed limit, likely at the request of Eraserhead.

That changed when Endeavor decided to take a turn onto this street and recognize the greenete as the elusive vigilante that they had been chasing for the last several months.

Apparently it wasn't illegal to hijack a police car if it was a hero doing it, because the number two was in the passenger seat, shooting flames at him whenever he got close enough.

Relax, you've been in stickier situations... This was mostly true, but his train of thought was abruptly cut off as, in the middle of speeding past buildings and people alike, Izuku felt the pocket of his vigilante costume start buzzing.

Is he really calling me right now? Disbelief merged with manic laughter hit the fourteen year old as he took one hand off the motorcycle in order to press the accept call button, almost steering off the road in the process. The only good result was that at least he didn't get hit by his pursuer's flames.

This bike isn't actually supposed to be able to go this fast, it's not road legal... He thought as the call picked up-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Was not the first thing he expected to hear from the only person with his number besides Dabi, but indeed it was unmistakable. The earbuds he was wearing weren't wireless, thank god, and wrapped around the ear, so he shouldn't have to worry about that at least.

"Hey! I wondered why now of all times you would call me, but I don't suppose Mic can, he's in the middle of chasing me down... I assume you put him up to that?" His concentration shifted to the black sedan, catching a glimpse of the driver, and Izuku had one of those oh shit moments. "WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU CHASING ME?!"

The underground hero let out an exasperated noise. "Because Present Mic was already following you, and I got called to the scene due to being the only other hero in the area- pull over, kid. You're going to crash, or hit a civilian, or- Dodge left!"

Izuku leaned left and sped up as a burst of orange flame narrowly missed him. "Can you call off the flaming shitbag first?! I can't exactly pull over without dying, not to mention the fact that he just lit yet another building on fire!" Indeed, a small store was already going up in flames. That bastard...