The next time Izuku was out as a vigilante was when he planned to use the information Shinsou had given him. The weekend wasn't far off and this was a great opportunity for him to get closer to the gang. It was the middle of the night and rain was pouring down onto the green haired male. He just hoped he wouldn't catch a cold. That was the least thing he needed right now.
He made his way back to the docks. He knew he could've called the guy, but he wanted him to remember him by his secret identity. He wasn't really doing this for the gang after all. He was doing it to work his way into their ranks so that he could dismantle them from the inside. Or at least get all the vital information to someone who could.
Izuku was pretty lucky. He could make out the two guys from last time from afar. They were standing under a small roof between two warehouses. He braced himself as he made his way over to them. Situations like these could turn sour in a matter of seconds and he was completely aware of that. He needed to do this, but it didn't make him blind to the danger.
"Oi! You're the kid from last time. Already sniffed up all the coke?" said the taller of the two as Izuku was close enough. He stayed far enough away that he was still in the rain. Just to keep a safe distance between them.
"Still not a kid. I'm not here to buy."
"Then what use are you to us? Piss off, kid. " snarled the shorter one. He seemed way more aggressive than his partner.
"I've got information you might be interested in." shrugged the vigilante. He eyed them through the slits of his baklava. Izuku was completely drenched in rain at this point.
"And why should we listen to a kid, huh?" countered the smaller one, he was not impressed in the slightest. But what made Izuku stay was the fact that the taller one eyed him in renewed interest. He still had a chance to convince them to listen to what he had to say.
"I'm well acquainted with 'round here. Some people believe me to be a vigilante but I'm far from that. I've got my contacts and I heard an interesting rumour. And since I just gained you as a plug I thought I'd play nice. But if you're not interested-"
"Just like that? What are you really after?" asked the taller of the two, interrupting the smaller one that had opened his mouth to spew another insult at the vigilante.
"What everyone down here is after. I need money. I need work and I heard you have plenty."
It was working in his favour that he seemed like a valuable asset, but also young and innocent enough to be manipulated.
"Go on.. " the taller one was clearly intrigued and that was all the green haired needed. This was his ticket into the gang. He knew he would probably start out low, even if the information he was delivering was extremely valuable. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had an in now.
"Heroes are planning a raid on the docks this weekend. I don't know anything about their numbers, but it will happen either Saturday or Sunday''
Both of the men seemed shocked for a second before they were able to calm down, looking at him with blank faces again, even if the smaller one still looked like he wanted to punch him.
"Give me your number. If your information is correct, I will tell our boss about you. If it isn't... let's just hope it is. " said the taller one threateningly.
Izuku moved cautiously to give the taller one his phone number. The man pushed his phone into his hands and he started typing. He hoped that Shinsou had been truthful, they would probably kill him and spread his body parts all over their damn city if he was wrong about this.
"Good, now piss off!" yelled the smaller one after Izuku had given them his number.
There was nothing he could do but leave and wait for what would happen now. He had done everything he could so far. Now it would all depend on how the raid would go and what their boss would decide. Izuku turned and left. He walked all the way out of the docks feeling their eyes burning into his neck. He almost stumbled with relief as he made it out of there and away from their prying eyes. But in his gut he also felt sick for having used the information Hitoshi had given him as a friend.
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Overestimate
Fanfikce"Promise to tell me if someone is hurting you " Izuku felt his heart flutter and his resolve was close to breaking. He had never expected someone to care like this. But he needed to stay strong. He couldn't tell him. Not now. Maybe never. "I promise...
