The Quiet One

a few months later

The Quiet One. A new villain that seemed to just appear out of nowhere. Over the course of ten months, this villain started making themselves known. It started out with just deaths, with nothing really connecting them, then the signature started to show. The tongue cut out. Then the name, the Quiet One. Tsukauchi felt sick. No matter what they tried, all he could get was a name.

It had been ten months now, and with the help of Giran, he quickly rose through the ranks. I started just as a simple strategist and was now a feared villain. During this time, he had learned how to stay a shadow, a simple whisper among the lips of the underworld. After the first month or so, he had become much more confident in his new lifestyle. During the second month, he had gotten a villain outfit. It consisted of padded and armored black pants, a black hoodie, and a face mask. He always wore the hood up, which meant that his face was completely hidden by shadows only thing you could see was his very green eyes. He had designed the whole thing with hidden pockets to hide all sorts of weapons. He had also mastered the art of lying, so during the day, he was just the quirkless fanboy.

Even though he couldn't get into U.A.'s hero course, he was still going to take the general studies exam. He knew he would pass it. Over the seven months as a villain had made him far more confident in his intelligence. And being in U.A. would be very useful to start making notes on the new heroes. He had been doing some extra studying since the exams were in two weeks.

He was sitting in an old warehouse in front of a gang. They wanted to put a hit out on a hero. Next to him stood Giran, and sitting in front of him was the leader of the gang.

"So this pipsqueak is The Quiet One. Please, Giran, i wanted a real hitman, not a joke." Izuku just stayed silent. He found out that doing this was what made him scary. The silence filled the room for a few minutes, and the gang members visibly started to look uncomfortable. Then he spoke. Giran had added a voice changer to his face mask. It made his voice deeper and slightly disoriented.

"Well then, Jamie Martin. It's not a very Japanese name. You came to Japan ten years ago, with your wife of six years, Annabeth Martin. Your quirk allows you to spit acid, although overuse causes you to get an upset stomach. Weaknesses are that your skin is not resistant to your own acid and your wife. Now shall we get started." He spoke slowly, leaning on his elbows. This made the villains back up. "Y-yes we should."

The gang wanted a side kick of all options dead. It was simple, too. The hero, Dew, was walking home when Izuku found her. She was in civilian clothing, the same as Izuku. As he started walking up to her, he started using his acting skills. "Miss Miss, please help." His panic voice caused the hero to turn around. "Is everything ok" he started running into an alley and called for her to follow. She ran after him, and as she came into the alley, he was nowhere to be seen. "Kid, kid?" She suddenly felt a sharp pain. Looking down, she saw a blade exit her body. And as she fell to the ground, she looked up at the kid.

On his wrist was a blade that was concealed by his sleeve. He kneeled down and whispered to her as she felt herself slipping away. "Learned that trick from a video game." Then she was gone.

It's too easy. He left the scene quickly and pulled out his phone. He typed a quick message to Giran that it was done and smiled to himself.