𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒

His Kidilante I - An Introduction

Izuku never gave himself a vigilante name. In all honesty, he forgot. It got lost in the blur of accidentally stumbling into one attempted crime, to which he may or may not have intervened, hood pulled down low, a random metal pipe in hand, then another two all in the same week. The third of which he helped out Eraserhead (ohmigod it's ERASERHEAD - he's so cool his Quirk is so useful, he's such a good fighter, he keeps himself such a mystery, blah, blah, blah, he rambles internally) and the hero doesn't even try to chase after him or anything. And so in this way, he remains fairly unnoticed at first.

But then Izuku begins to turn his late-night wonderings into something resembling patrols.

He begins to listen in on villain conversations and hack Eraserhead's email and phone to message him with said information, just labelling himself as 'your favourite vigilante'. During the day, he free runs amongst trash and through rundown parks, jumping and flipping and moving until his muscles scream with something in between agony and victory. He analyses heroes and villains and civilians, learns even more about Quirks and psychology and biology than he knew before, and that had already been a significant amount.

A name honestly just slips his mind. He's so hyper-focused on being able to save people, that even a Quirkless twelve, soon-thirteen year old can do something, that he just doesn't care about minor details like a vigilante name.

Yet one day, heading towards where he knows Eraserhead should be patrolling this evening, hopefully with a spare snack and coffee in tow, he hears a loud voice exclaim,

"But I want to meet your Kidilante!"

"Shut up Mic," comes Aizawa's deadpan voice but apparently the blond (ohmigod it's Present Mic, civilian name Yamada Hizashi, his Quirk- no, no, focus Izuku, pay attention-) warrants an undercurrent of aggravation. Izuku's beginning to think that he should be taking notes.

After all, trying the underground hero's patience is a good way to test whether or not he can be trusted. Sure, Izuku wants to think the best of the incredibly skilled hero who has yet to seriously try to arrest him and who seems to genuinely care about people, both victims and Izuku himself, albeit in a gruff way, but that doesn't mean he can actually trust him. So, annoying the fuck out of him is a good way to see what he truly think of Izuku, what his true intentions are.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you to your shift. But I wanna meet him - tell him Present Mic says hi!"

"Whatever. Not like that'll freak him out or anything." But Izuku has already stopped listening. Hm, Kidilante. That just might work.

It's later that evening, belly full of half a cheese and onion sandwich that had been shoved towards him by the pro hero as they sat on a rooftop, just about a metre apart, both eating, Izuku only doing so because Aizawa had let him choose out of the unopened packet first, that the hero asks,

"Why do you use a frying pan?"

"Easy to get ahold of and pretty hefty. And it's like me!" comes the bright reply, bubbly and light. Aizawa is experienced enough with the vigilante to hear the edge of warning, of caution, in the tone.

"You're not a pan."

"Aren't I? You tell me." And the edge is gone now, leaving playful banter in its wake.

"But you're a human being!" Aizawa can't help but lament, groaning in frustration because the kid always does this, always talks in cryptic circles that remind him far too much of Nedzu. Kami forbid the two ever meet.