The Quiet One

Giran

It didn't come up until three days later. When they found the body, it was all over the news. It felt good to see people talking about something he did. Even if they didn't know it was him. But it seemed to catch him eventually in the form of a broker.

It was six days after the whole ordeal. Izuku was walking up to his apartment when he found that the front door was unlocked. His mother didn't get off from work until late, and she had gotten home early. He pushed open the door. "Hello, mom. I'm home. I didn't know you would be h..." In his living room stood not his mother but a man. He was wearing a cheap suit and had a cigarette in his mouth. In the man's hand was one of Izuku's hero analysis notebooks.

"It took some time to find you. Didn't think this quiet one would be a kid." The man closed the notebook and walked towards Izuku. He extended his hand towards him. "Names Giran, you've caused some upset with my clients. That man you beat up in the alley is the son of one of my clients." Izuku just looked at the man in fear. Giran got the memo and pulled back his hand. "All that there was about you, from the only person who saw what you did to Slayer, was that you were a quiet one." He gave a soft chuckle and gave the still petrified Izuku a pat on the shoulder.

"Come on, im not going to hurt you. I was, but reading some of this." He waved the notebook. "You are a smart kid. How does a job sound?" This caused Izuku to stammer back. "W-what?" This villain was offering him a job?

Giran chuckled. "This work, this analysis is some of the best work i have ever seen. You have a very, very impressive talent, and you have shown that you can kill. Yes, i know that was you. So i want you to work for me." It was a lot. On one side, Izuku felt proud. This man wanted his talents. But this man was obviously a villain or at least worked with them. Giran looked at him and then took out a phone. He placed it on the table near the door and walked out. "That is a burner phone. It's untraceable. My number is already on it. Give me a call when you have made up your mind." And then he left.

He stared at that phone for ages. The broker, Giran, said his work was the best he had seen. It made Izuku feel wanted. Up till then, the only person who showed any interest towards him was his mother, and well, it was his mother. And the name Giran called him, the Quiet One, he had not spoken during that instance in the alley nor under the underpass, so was that just the name that he was going by now? He let out a sigh and picked up the phone.

"Glad to hear it. I will send you an address when I'm ready for a meet-up. Welcome to the team Quiet One."