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Chapter six: Openly hidden

A/N: I apologize for the quirk change, but let me tell you, it is for the plot. I will go into more details about it later on, any questions will be answered and I will most likely change it at the start and re-publish the changes, once again I am very very sorry if you disagree with this.

Tsukauchi's POV

I was doing work in my office, on the Mizu case, typing away at my desk, when all hell decides to break loose. My assistant run in, panting and puffing. "*Wheeze* Mizu *wheeze* Window *wheeze* jumped *wheeze*" After deciphering the words, I followed her to the room we were keeping Mizu. He had not used his quirk and had acted in self-defense, but he had resisted arrest many times. The window had been flung open, the bed empty and his stuff missing. "Who came up with the bright idea of keeping a vigilante in a room with a window?" The officers shuffled, suddenly interested in the floor. I sighed. This kid will be the death of me. I peered out, greeted by a huge drop. "How did he even-" I stopped. He was a fourteen year old vigilante who took down villains twice the size of him and got himself disintegrated. However, for some unknown reason, whilst he was unconscious, Recovery girl was unable to use her quirk on him, a strange factor, but they just assumed he was too worn out. I sighed again and rubbed my forehead. This was going to be a long case.

Izuku's POV

Tch. Idiots. Who in the right mind would put a suicidal vigilante in a room with a window. Wait.. Oh yeah. They didn't know about that. Heh. Silly me. After successfully escaping I realised something. If Recovery girl was there, why did she not heal me? I guess I could have gone into a coma like state but the possibility of that was about... Oh.. seven to three. Welp guess that makes sense. You know what? I have just realised two things. One, if they want me in UA so bad, I'll join. Just not on the way they expect. And two, I'm probably a bit insane after talking to myself this much. About time. I strolled down the street, careful to avoid suspicion. I had a plan. Not any plan, a flawless plan... apart from all the flaws, so I guess it could be seen as slightly flawed.

 As I neared a familiar beach, I cackled. The idiots called detectives had left it unattended,AKA, perfect for me to recover my belongings from. I strode closer, making sure not to bump into anyone, after all, my confrontation slots were taken by random drunk guys and murderers. I hopped over the piles of trash, I really should get purple hai- Shinsou to clear this up, well, next time I see him. 

Pondering about what day it could be, I mindlessly wandered into the bus. Kudos to moi, I had made sure everything was portable and small sized, aside from the bed and the fridge and some other obvious exceptions, perfect for a runaway like me. Packing everything up gave me a strange sense on nostalgia, memories of my parents, not so happy memories of them. 

Anyway, enough of that. I shifted my backpack and took a final sweep of the area, picking up the gift. Now, if I'm going to get into U.A next year, I'm going to need to get a lot stronger and possibly change my fighting style, after all, be a shame to get caught out before the fun begins. I sighed and walked out for a final time. I was going to miss that place. I mean, it help so many memories for me; me blowing up my first circuit, me blowing up my first taser, (that really hurt) me blowing up- you get the idea... things blew up.. a bit. I let out a small smile and looked at the project in my hand, the finally finished Gummybear gun.

 I chuckled and weaved my way through the crowds, strategically finding my way to an abandoned apartment. Perfect, well not really, but you know what I mean.. right? Anyhow, I neeeded a proper job. Since they knew where I lived and what I look like I should probably dye my hair and get contacts or something after patrol, this would simplify the whole job thing. As I can't live on the beach anymore I don't have access to all the spare parts I need to sell equipment for the locals like I used to. I finished unpacking and decided to send my gift to the one responsible for my capture. Well and guilty of the fact that I didn't bleed out. Hope he likes it.

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                                                                                      Aizawa's POV 

I hate that damned kid! First he gets out of a hospital by jumping out a window, then he sends me a gun. I glanced down at the note for a second time, trying to focus my mind, unsure whether to kill someone (specifically a green haired vigilante who insists on calling me 'dat boi' for some reason or to burst out laughing. I am all for the first option. 

"Why hello, Eraserhead, since my miraculous (simply the best) escape, I thought you might be a teeny bit stressed. All good people know that shooting stuff is great for this. Before you ask, no I am not tellingly you to go on a killing spree. I made this for you a while back, it is still only a prototype, but we both know your current students love gummybears, correct? Why not combine the two and shoot gummybears at them, they shut up and get more energy. If you don't trust me( got to admit, I'm a little hurt), understandable, have a nice day, but on the off chance I got you before coffee, shoot it at a wall or something to make sure it isn't too strong then pull the lever on the side to see the ammo. I also sent you a few other packs of Bears, but Nezu is addicted to them so they may be missing. Now, if it fires even a bit too strong or is risking the health of any student, I will break it. If it does injure someone, I will find you, apologise, slap you for not being careful and yeet off a cliff. No pressure. See you later, dat boi."

That was... curious. I shrugged and aimed at the wall, smiling. A small red gummybear shot out, accepting it's fate as it gently hit the wall. Now we're talking. I picked it up and looked at it. You know what? YOLO. I shrugged and tossed it into my mouth, chewing on the sweet treat. I blinked and the constant fire in my eyes dulled and faded. I flipped over the note and sure enough, inked words greeted me. "By the way, I know you are probably going to eat the first one as a precaution so I added a mixture that helps with dry eye. You're welcome." That sly son of a fishstick. I sat down and thoughtlessly spun on my chair. And they wonder why I hate kids. Thankfully, this year was almost over, only a few months to go until I have more students to terrif- teach.

Shigaraki's POV (surprise fishsticks)

I flicked off my computer, to distracted to beat up kids in minecraft. Since I met that weird Mizu Neko I could not focus. The thought of getting in harm's way just to let another escape and hurting yourself just to get away confused me. Another thing that made no sense was my quirk's effect on him. It sped up. That has never happened before and not since. I needed to find this vigilante and ask him some questions. Like why he called me my first name. The perfect idea came to me. He loves to help others huh? I smirked. That will be his downfall. But I knew he was smart, after all, not anyone can remain openly hidden. (This is not not not tomudeku, he is just a curious teen)

Heyo heteros, homos and all beyond and between, how are you? Hope you liked this chapter, sorry if it is trash, most of it was written when I was on a coffee high on paper at 2/3/4am. Please say if you hated it or things I could change to make it better because, let me be honest, I suck. Stay safe, my fishlings!