Little Miss Aizawa | Dadzawa [BOOK 2]

Chapter 7 - We Are Irreplaceable

"You were right, that's fucked up." Neito jumped from the roof and landed on the ground, kicking up a plume of dust. 

"I know, right? Caught me off guard." Hanta groaned as he set down beside him, choosing to ignore the ache in his leg.

"It's got be them." Midoriya edged closer, speaking to himself more than the others.

The three of them were decked out in Hanta's 'stealth suits', as Midoriya referred to them. Or as Neito said: commando gear. 

Hanta preferred stealth suits. 

It had taken most of the trip there for Midoriya to stop geeking out over the tech on hand. The masks provided impressive GPS and possessed a list of settings, ranging from night vision to tracking electric pulses. 

Handily, Neito had copied Midoriya's Blackwhip Quirk and swung through the streets with them, rather awkwardly since his bionic arm went straight through the whips (another point for the notebook), but all in all, it felt great to be back in the field. 

"I couldn't think of anyone else." Hanta stepped forwards. His skin crawled just looking at the damn thing. Maybe it wasn't too late to call it a day-

"Let's just get this over with." Neito huffed, flexing his arm and following after Midoriya. Hanta hesitated for a moment, wondering whether this truly was a good idea. Maybe this was his battle alone, and he'd dragged his family into an unnecessary fight. If they got hurt, then-

"Hey." 

Hanta flinched when a tiny stone hit his mask square in the centre. 

"Get your head out your ass and come on." Neito snapped his fingers and turned back around.

Hanta rolled his eyes behind the mask. "Watch the mask, they're not easy to make."

"Yeah yeah." Neito waved him off.

The air was thick with the scent of must, and Hanta was thankful for the filters he'd installed into the masks' mouthpieces. It was dim inside the building, the morning light barely able to break through the dirt-stained windows. Overhead beams were mottled with rust, chunks even missing in some areas. It unsettled Hanta how rundown the building was. Even for a restricted area, it was a serious health hazard and he wondered how the Heroes allowed it to go on standing for so long. 

"Long time, no see." He heard Neito mutter, his hand brushing along the walls. 

"Right." Midoriya turned to them, bushy hair framing the mask in an almost cute way. "Look for anything out of the ordinary. I'm thinking footprints, odd smells, any damage that looks new. They shouldn't be hard to notice in a place like this."

"I'm pretty sure this place was popular with squatters." Neito mused, adjusting the settings of his mask and looking around. "There was a camp on one of the upper levels. Didn't see anybody, but then again I was rather preoccupied at the time."

"Okay. Potential civilians are a problem." Midoriya said, pressing his thumb and finger to his chin in thought. "If you see anyone who doesn't seem a threat, evacuate them immediately. We don't want anybody injured, including us. This does count as trespassing, regardless the intentions."

"Dear, Izuku." Hanta patted the smaller boy's shoulder. "You're a vigilante. You'll soon learn the ropes of moral ambiguity."

Midoriya's shoulders sagged. "I'd still rather stay on the right side of the law."

"Can we just get this over with?" Neito came up behind them and pushed them along. 

"Split up or stick together?" Hanta asked.