vig·i·lan·te
/ˌvijəˈlan(t)ē/
noun
a member of a self-appointed group of citizens who undertake law enforcement in their community without legal authority, typically because the legal agencies are thought to be inadequate.
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The rain continued into the next day, seeming interminable. The rain pounded on the steel roof of my home, waking me up from my deep sleep.
"What the hell?" I ask in confusion. Suddenly I hear someone humming.
Immediately, I grab my pocket knife, standing up. I 'unsheathe' it, trying to find the source of the humming. Finally, I narrow my search to my lovely 'bathroom'...I guess you could say.
Kicking the door open, I hear the shriek of a girl, I shakily look down to see...
"Pop step?" I ask and she nods.
"Hey! Kochi wouldn't let me in his apartment because he was still sleeping.....soooooooooo I came here! Surprise!" She says innocently.
"Yea. Surprise surprise. Just let me know when you're gonna 'surprise' me with the feeling of 'I'm about to get murdered.'" I say sarcastically, strolling back to my blankets and cuddling back into their warmth.
"You do know it's 6:30am. Don't you like have school?" She asks and I scoff.
"I don't go to school. D'ya know how fast I would be found? It's not even funny." I say without even looking at her.
"When are you actually gonna make friends other than people who are older than you?" She asks, fixing her hair
"Me? The antisocial person I am, not to mention a wanted Vigilante? Yea right." I say, plugging my ears, trying to drown out the noise of her voice and fall back asleep.
"Whatever. Thanks by the way! Byeee Kanari~!" She says, skipping out of the bathroom and out the door.
"Finally some piece and-!" I say but am interrupted by police sirens.
"This early in the morning? Who's crazy enough to commit a crime this early?" I ask myself.
Knowing I'll never get back to sleep, even if I tried, I rolled out of my old blankets and stood up, tying my long, black hair in a messy bun. I slip on my usual 'vigilante attire' and set out to the alleyways of Mustafu, waiting for any crime to happen.
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As I walk through the dark and musty allies, I get a call.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey. I'm dropping off the beer now. I'll bring a TV some day." Knuckleduster says through the phones speaker.
"Alright Mr. Knuckle. Bye." I say, hanging up. I fish in my hoodie pocket, pulling out white earbuds. I pop them in my ears and plug them into my phone, jamming to my toons.
I walk until I reach one of my least favorite places in Japan. UA High. All the heroes and wannabes go there. Or chumps in my book.
I scoff, walking away from the damned school when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I visibly stiffen and quickly turn around, gripping the hand's wrist firmly.
"Ow." I hear the owner squeak and I instantly let go.
"Sorry." I mumble, about to walk away before he calls out to me.
"Do you go here? You look my age." He says trails off quietly. I completely turn around, observing his features.
He has round, forest green eyes and a bush of wild, curly green hair on top of his head. He has four symmetrical freckles on each cheek, along with a hint of pink dusting them.
"Um. No I don't. I don't desire to be a hero-" I say but am cut off.
"Really?! Why not-?" He tries to argue but a friend calls him.
"Dekuuuu! Cmon we're gonna be late!" A girl with brown short hair says, waving the boy over.
"Oh! Um I'm Izuku Midoriya." He says sticking out his hand for me to shake.
I stare it quizzically. Should I say my real name?..
....Yea let's scare Yamada and Aizawa.
"Kanari." I say, shaking his hand, and watching him walk away.
As I head in my direction, I over hear a bit of their conversation, now joined by a blue haired boy.
"Aren't you excited to go to the USJ tomorrow?!" The girl yells and the boys laugh, agreeing with her.
"Hm? USJ huh? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. What are you thinking Shota Aizawa?" I say, walking back to my humble abode of nothing.
Aizawa POV
I look down at the card I was given a couple nights ago. It read:
Blackout here! If youre ever in a tight spot and need my help give me a call! 800-564-7352(idk lol)
I scoff at the note.
"Why would I ever call her of all people to help me? I'll never need this." I say, throwing it lazily in my desk.
