Some things are better left forgotten (vigilante deku)

Chapter 18

10th December 2246

"Thanks for this." I laid on Clara's sofa once again, her hands calmly stitching up the wound on my side.

"You don't need to thank me Izuku." She mumbled out, trying to focus on helping me.

Once she was finished, I put my shirt back on and tried resting for a moment while she took a seat next to me.

I noticed she looked like she wanted to ask something, so I chose to speak up.

"Is there something you want to ask?" I asked softly, turning off my vigilante persona.

She hesitated for a moment before blurting out what she wanted to say.

"Iwanttohelpyoumore." I raise an eyebrow at her, only catching a couple words from the sound she just made. She noticed my confused stare and took a deep breath. "I want to help you more." I didn't know what to say as she spoke but after some time, I managed to spit out something.

"How do you want to help me?" I say the only thing that I could think of, wondering where she was going.

"Just research and stuff. I could be at the warehouse while you beat up the bad guys and help you get information." I raise an eyebrow to her.

"To do that, you're going to need to know how to hack into protected data. Do you even know how to hack?" I let my curiosity wander, actually considering the possibility.

"No." Her voice wavered slightly before she steeped herself. "But I'm willing to learn how. Plus I could investigate places while you sleep or work with the detective." Her determination to help was admirable, so much so that I considered it.

"If you really want to prove yourself, learn how to code, and hack into some place without them knowing, you can do that using my computer at the warehouse." Her eyes lit up but I quickly shut it down. "You can only work with me once you've proved yourself, remember that." I softly shut my eyes as I thought.

While I may seem against it, her quirk could prove quite useful. Her memory is better than photogenic because of her quirk, so she should learn it quite fast.

Plus, it would be nice to have a friend close by.

12th December 2246

The cold started to assault my body as I stood atop the building, waiting for something to happen.

It won't be long before I ended patrol, just another hour and I could head back into the warmth of my warehouse.

I started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, but no sounds filled my ears.

The city was silent, and it set me on edge.

Back in Poland, the only times the cities were silent was when an attack was about to happen.

And an attack did happen.

The sounds of windows shattering pierced my ears and I started running to the sound.

When I arrived I couldn't help but look in horror at the scene.

Several passer-by's had already seen what had happened and were standing across the road, too shocked to move.

Three men dressed in police uniform where hung by the neck, thrown off the Musutafu precinct.

Their necks were bruised and the skin was slightly torn at the rope.

I knew by the way they didn't struggle that they were dead, lifelessly hung from their place of work.

I ran up to the roof and managed to see his face again, watching me with an analysing gaze and a smirk placed on his lips.