Izuku RedThorn Midoriya. The day he turned four his family turned against him, His friends left him for dead, and then his family had died... or so he thought. How will he react when he finds out his father is the loudest hero? Can he adjust to a lo...
When AI returned form the errands, I got started on enhancing and upgrading the items. I thought about how to get around and decided a shifting weapon would be the best choice. "AS, can you build this without me?" "If you can leave the raw materials, I can have it done by tomorrow morning sir." "Good, then let's get started." I had built in a weapon system in my arm and wanted to test the new fighting styles on some actual villains. I learned over the past three days that I could communicate with the robots via my eye and telepathically. We can communicate through radio waves as well which is how I wound up talking to someone via radio channel. I went out and found a thug mugging someone. I swiftly took care of the said thug and left a red skateboard charm with my my symbol on it.
I was happy I had a voice changer built in my mask. "This is a symbol to remind you that you are not alone. The FreeStyler has your back." I then jumped onto the roof and did a quick scan of my sector. It was fairly quiet tonight so I decided to just stay on the roof of a building top. I was enjoying the breeze when I picked up on someone's presence near by. The presence was surrounded by a bunch of people. AI, hack into their systems and detail me in on what's happening. I was then informed that the pro hero erasure head was being surrounded by a drug dealers gang. Their quirks were spin, blade, poision, and smelt. Troublesome... I thought and decided to check out the damage. When I arrived I saw erasure head looking pretty worn down.
Present mic wouldn't be happy if his husband got injured. Shadow hands! I grinned and grabbed three of the thugs, holding them in the air via shadow. The leader looked up at me and sent some poison arrows in my direction. I thought about a shield and the reflected off of nothing. I then jumped down and began hand to hand with the villain. He pulled some tricky poison knives on me but every time they made contact I didn't back down. I eventually managed to kick him in the back knees and he fell unconscious. I turned to the other thugs and grinned. "You boys like money right? Then you'll like being cuffed in it!" Diamond cuffs! I said and the said things appeared around the thugs wrists. I wasn't done though, I figured they'd try to run so I chopped each of their necks sending them unconscious.
I threw another skateboard charm I had made to erasure head aka Aizawa and jumped off. When I arrived to the nest, I got into my other clothes and turned on the radio. I had enjoyed talking to the radio since I had been alone for many years. I knew I could sing and play and no one would be able to respond due to the model of the radio being outdated. I knew no one would answer but I enjoyed playing with it like a walkie talkie. I would usually vent about the vigilante work I did. "Man... today was intense! I never thought I would take care of a gang of druggies and some muggers. Not that anyone can hear me though! Haha..." I frowned. "I hear you..." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked around but only AI was around I looked at the radio. "Listener?" I was shocked. Someone WAS talking to me. "Sorry, I didn't expect this channel to go through." I said. "It's alright, you were saying some interesting stuff though." "Oh?" "About taking out some druggies and muggers." "Ah yeah... well, I don't do well with talking on the radio so uh.... Bye!" "Wait, can you at least tell me your name?" I pondered. "It's in your best interest to call me deku." I frowned then cut off communication.
(A/n: my art of items)
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"AI, destroy this radio. Make sure it is untraceable and get me every thing you can on Present Mic's radio channel and his quirk!" I said panicking. I didn't even notice my body was catching on fire with blue flames until I felt warm liquid on my cheeks. I can't let my freedom be taken again! I thought worriedly.
Erasure head (Aizawa):
I knew about some people being saved by someone called the FreeStyler but not much was known about the person. The only thing that was made clear was that he was a vigilante with a multitude of quirks. He helped me and I knew it thanks to his signature little red skateboard charm. It looked to be made out of a shell then dyed red. It was very pretty but I knew I shouldn't be getting attached to it. How was I saved by the free-running mystery? Well, I got myself caught in the middle of a powerful group of druggies and made one careless mistake. I remember it like it was yesterday. I saw a small figure with a bunch of scars, a glimmering arm, and a glowing eye. It made no sense as to why his arm was glimmering until I realized it was a mechanical arm. I was mesmerized by his elegant yet dangerous fighting styles. They even threw my fighting senses off balance.
When I got home I told my husband Hizashi aka present mic about what had happened. He didn't seem interested but then again it was three in the morning. I decided to bring this new vigilante to Nezu's attention tomorrow. I had a sinking feeling about this person and it didn't feel good. It was worrying me. I eventually got no sleep due to my insomnia and fears. There was something about the scars and way the vigilante fought that made me uneasy. I turned on the tv and watched some crime shows and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to Mic staring in awe at the television. I looked and saw a figure on the tv with fiery blonde hair. He was singing and playing an electric guitar while there were some super neat effects syncing to the song. I realized it was a remix of one of my favorite songs Crazy Train by Ozzy Ozburn. I listened as the song ended and the audience roared on the TV. "Mic who is this? He's really good!" I asked but saw the look on Mic's face. "His singing...it's sad." He muttered. I stared at the tv and then remembered the vigilante from last night.
