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Eraserhead had been hot on his trail, barely one step behind the unseen vigilante, Deku , (Was it Dekiru? It was rather hard to tell with the voice modulator he spoke with.) The guy was a genius, that much was certain.

Deku was one of the best, (worst), hacker-vigilantes they had ever met. (Granted, Eraserhead had met only three before him.) And they can only be glad that Deku had refrained from helping the other side . Regardless, what he was doing was blatantly illegal and the heroes had put Eraserhead up to the task of bringing him in.

As Eraserhead opened the door to where they believed Deku resided, he could only groan as he saw the bright green writing on the wall;

Not quite, still one step ahead of you! :p

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Izuku knew they were after him, 'Why? The heroes would not have been able to solve half their cases without his ( not so wanted ) help.' (Izuku knew why, he wasn't dumb.)

As exhilarating as it was to have one of his favorite heroes after him, Izuku had dealt with enough stress in his life, having to constantly change locations, and think one step ahead, it was all starting to catch up to him.

Throwing his bag down as he reached a table in the public library, (the one where he just so happened to hack into to get a free library card. Why they weren't already free, he didn't know.) and promptly took out his dingy computer.

Double checking the routers and codes once more, he went to work.

UA was getting ready for the sports festival, something all of Japan looked forward to.

Now, Izuku would never think to change results, or rig which events will show up, (the first two are always randomized), but he might be able to implant a virus to record everything from every camera set up. Izuku wanted the whole picture, not the biases of the techies working there.

He glanced down to his bag, heavy with notebooks, (he really needed somewhere to keep those), and grabbed his newest one, one bought specifically for the people in UA.

Izuku could acknowledge how... creepy that could be, he'd never met the people! But a little bit (a lot) of hard work made it rather easy to hack into UA's file system and grab ahold of all the first year student files and skadoodle out of there, all with no traces. (He was rather proud of himself for that, UA's cyber security was top notch.)

He's mindlessly taking notes of class 1A when he stops short, breath caught in his lungs, 'Is he here for me? '

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Aizawa had been on patrol, saying hello to the alley cats, when it had begun raining. It was a light sprinkle at first, but quickly turned into a downpour. He sighed and let the cat fall from his hands, and he ran towards the nearest building. A quaint library.

He offers his apologies to the librarian with the thick glasses before heading towards the bathroom, (in hopes to dry his soaked hair.) But his eyes got caught on the green hair that peeked slightly over the laptop, like someone was hunched over trying to work.

Aizawa could faintly hear the clicking of keys, basically going off a mile a minute. Though that's not necessarily what kept him staring.

It was the fact that as soon as Aizawa had looked longer than three seconds, the green hair shot up, and Aizawa was met with a pair of strikingly green eyes and a freckled face.

That was one of the first times someone had noticed his presence (he was an underground  hero for a reason.) Aizawa stared right back as the green eyes looked him over, back down to the computer screen, and then back up to meet his red eyes.