Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

A strange encounter

As I walked home, my mind still tangled up in Shoto's stories about his family and how his grandma was apparently planning a huge family dinner that would put every holiday feast to shame, I tried to forget the grim reality I'd faced earlier. The laughter from Shoto's anecdotes lingered, but it was quickly overshadowed by the persistent shadow of the day's earlier events. 

What should I do?

I like Shoto and all....

Should I tell him the whole truth?

Will he hate me?

I am doing something borderline illegal...

I can't pull him into that....

Turning a corner into a quiet alley, I spotted a figure slumped against the wall. At first glance, I thought it was just someone who had passed out, maybe from too much of whatever they'd been drinking. But as I got closer, I saw the blood. The person looked like they'd been through a brutal fight.

My immediate reaction was more about concern than caution. I rushed over, my heart thudding in my chest. The man's mask was cracked, and his clothes were torn up, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—were full of surprise and something like suspicion as he looked up at me.

Another vigilante....

Shit....

What happened to him?

I can't just let him be here!

What if the police spots him?

Me: Whoa, hey! Are you okay? What happened to you?

The guy blinked, clearly caught off guard by my sudden appearance. His eyes darted around as if expecting someone else to show up any moment.

Vigilante: Who are you? And what do you want?

I didn't have time for any of that, not with Eri and the kids in danger... I should get home, try to find something online, try to find any information on them...... still I wasn't a hero, but I couldn't just walk past someone in need. I promised to never rest and let the people do their job when I could do something immediately. Why should I call for help if help would only get here delayed if...IF.... they would come at all.

Me: I'm Izuku. I saw you needed help, so let's get you out of sight before someone notices you.

I reached out to help him up, but he hesitated. He looked at me like I was some sort of overenthusiastic kid who had wandered into a crime scene by mistake. I could practically hear the "Are you serious?" in his gaze.

Vigilante: Why should I trust you?

Me: Trust me, I'm not with anyone bad. I'm just a regular student, you know, not a hero or anything. Just trying to do the right thing.

He seemed to weigh my words, then grunted as if deciding that staying put was worse than taking a chance on this stranger.

Vigilante: Fine, but if you try anything funny...

Me: Funny? I mean, I can't do stand-up or anything, but I promise not to try any tricks. Let's just get you somewhere safer.

I helped him to his feet, and we made our way to a small, hidden corner I knew about. I pulled out my phone to call for help but decided it was better to just tend to his wounds myself. After all, I wasn't exactly equipped to deal with emergencies, but I had some basic first aid knowledge or a bit more than that and I knew that I wouldn't screw this guy over. Not right now.

I cleaned the cuts and wrapped his wounds as best as I could. The whole time, he just sat there, looking increasingly perplexed as I muttered to myself about how ridiculous it was that I was now a makeshift medic.

Me: You know, this wasn't exactly how I pictured my evening going. First, I'm trying to avoid thinking about how useless I am, and now I'm playing nurse to a guy who looks like he walked straight out of a comic book.

Vigilante: You... don't know who I am, do you?

Me: Uh, no. Should I? Besides you don't know me as well...

Overhaul: Seriously? You're helping me, and you don't even know who I am?

Me: Well, I'm quirkless, not a hero, and definitely not someone who's up-to-date with the villain scene.....or heroes.... I can't even remember all of them. I'm just trying to get through school and life.

The man seemed to find that answer more amusing than I expected. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

Vigilante: You're something else. But thanks, I suppose.

As I finished bandaging him up, he looked a bit more relaxed, but still wary. It was then that he decided to share his own thoughts, which, let me tell you, were quite different from the usual conversations I had.

Vigilante: So, you're saying you're not aiming to be a hero because you're quirkless?

Me: Yep, pretty much. I figured why aim for heroics when I can just focus on staying out of trouble?

Not as if I would tell anyone about that one quirk I got after dying ... basically dying.... and my vigilante work too..... 

Not his problem...

No need to pull anyone into that as well.

That vigilante seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. I was about to say something more, but he abruptly pushed himself up, looking like he was ready to make a hasty exit.

Vigilante: I owe you one. Maybe more, depending on how this all turns out.