Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

Well... DAMN... What is going on?!

I was really confused... this didn't make any sense at all. Trust me when I say that this Eraserhead felt just different from what I knew in my memories... then again, I never have been alone with him. There was always his wife with him and she hated quirkless people... well I am not quirkless anymore.

Nonetheless it didn't change anything that I had stopped being his son a while ago. It was the very moment that I actually had signed the documents. Yeah, what about being someones child? If you love the person and treat them right, then what's wrong with being adopted?! I didn't see the point in why he was soo angry at me back then. 

Me: STOP! 

They were pushing me down and forcing me to rest but I was long back up on my knees and wanted to get out of here. Besides I had to find a way to explain this without them thinking that I was crazy. There was not really much I could do but there were a couple of things that I would certainly deny. No one was allowed to know that I was actually trying to become a damn vigilante. I mean how hard could it be to get started?!

All Might: Stop? My boy, you fell down up there?! WHO DO YOU THINK WE ARE TO NOT WORRY?!

Me: I know... but I am fine.

Eraserhead: That is up for us to judge.

Yeah... apparently it is really up to them because the ambulance came soon after they continued to hold me down in place. After that I was brought into a hospital for check up and oh who would have guessed it?! I was completly fine... except this damn doctor sitting right in front of me insisting to talk to both heroes and myself. 

Doctor: Seriously.... falling off a rooftop, really?

Me: It's not what you think, doc. I didn't jump or anything, I just... slipped... thanks to him.

With that I pointed over to Eraserhead who was raising an eyebrow. Well I would also react like him if it would be me.

Doctor: Right, slipped. Because that's a totally normal thing to do, especially off a rooftop. And I suppose you just happen to have a history of "slipping" off high places?

Me: No, no, it's not like that. I have this... healing ability.

Doctor: Healing ability? Oh, sure, and I'm the tooth fairy. Look, kid, I don't have time for fairy tales. Let's focus on the real issue here. You keep putting yourself in danger.

Keep?!

Seriously?!

It's my first time seeing him?!!!!

Why is he judging me from my scars?!

Me: No, really, it's true! I heal really fast. Look at these scars, they're old, but they're from accidents, not falling of a rooftop. That was a first fo me too!

Doctor: Hmm, interesting. So, what? You're some kind of superhuman now that you are not scared of death? That doesn't change the fact that you're acting recklessly.

Me: I'm not trying to hurt myself, I swear. I just... I'm clumsy, I guess....

Doctor: Clumsy? Falling off buildings isn't clumsy, it's downright suicidal. Look, kid, I'm not buying it. You need to start taking better care of yourself before you end up seriously hurt.

Me: But I am taking care of myself! I'm telling you, I heal fast. I'll be fine.

Doctor: Listen, I've been practicing medicine longer than you've been alive. I've seen all sorts of things, but I've never heard of anyone miraculously healing from falling off a rooftop. You're lucky you haven't broken your neck yet.

Me: I get it, it sounds crazy. But it's true! I'm not making this up. He saw it!

Doctor: Look, kid, I don't have time to entertain fantasies. I have real patients with real problems. Now, if you keep coming in here with these ridiculous stories, I'm going to have to report it. People might start thinking you need some psychiatric help.... wait no. You do need it.

Me: I'm not trying to cause trouble.

Doctor: Trouble? You're already causing trouble by risking your life like this. And don't think those scars are fooling me. They tell a different story than the one you're trying to sell.

Me: I know it's hard to believe, but I'm not lying. I just need someone to understand.

Doctor: Well, you're not going to find that understanding here. I'm a man of science, not fairy tales. Now, if you're done wasting my time, I suggest you go home and think long and hard about the consequences of your actions.

Me: But doctor, please, I'm not making this up! I don't want to end up in some psychiatric ward or something. I just need someone to listen and believe me! BESIDES he was there! Why are you ignorin this fact?

Doctor: Look, kid, I'm not heartless. But I deal with facts and evidence, not wild stories. And frankly, I don't see any evidence of you not being suicidal!!

Me: I... I understand. Thank you for seeing me, at least. I'll try to be more careful.

 there is definitely no arguing with this guy... he just looks at me and damn... suicidal huh... but HE WAS THERE!

Eraserhead was there and saw how I slipped!

I am not even lying at all!

This is unfair!

Doctor: That's all I ask. Take care of yourself, kid. And if you ever need someone to talk to, a real someone, not about your "healing ability," you know where to find me.

Me: Yeah, I appreciate it. Thanks, doc.

Doctor: Don't mention it. Now go on, get out of here before you decide to climb up another building. And remember, I'll be keeping an eye on you and I won't be the only person doing that.

Me: Yeah figured.....I will. Goodbye, doctor.

Doctor: Goodbye, kid. Take care.

With that All Might, Eraserhead and I went out of there and I was taken home. Eraserhead gave me his card and left me with just two word... call me. Wow... my evening couldn't get worse. Right?! I mean I decided to give it up for now and don't bother to actually do anything anymore for this night. This was just ridiculous anyways. 

Tomorrow is a new day. 

New day, new luck... surely things would be easier.