Fallen angel

Chapter 1 - mission

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"Everybody move!" The night had settled, the sky was clear and it was full of shining stars. It would have been a beautiful night if he didn’t have to go for a commission.

Everything was moving so fast for the past month. First, he finally graduated from school. Secondly, he was given his first patrols, and then he was on some secret mission planned by the government. All the strange meetings and old documents that had to be read gave him a headache.

They found one of the shelters owned by the League of Villians, one of the most wanted organizations in Japan. He would have never guessed that he would have to go on a mission this soon, after all, he was still basically a student. His colleges told him it was because he impressed the management with his power.

All he ever wanted was to help the citizens in this country, even if it means lack of sleep and difficulties.

The terrain wasn't that visible at night, even though he memorized his map. It was still hard to tell where he was going.

One thing that kept him calm was that his former homeroom teacher was charged in too. Having close support at times like these was always a good thing.

Talking about his teacher, Izuku saw him sprinting into the old building with the first set of soldiers and heroes. It looked like it was about to crash at any minute. No windows at sight, only a heavy metal door, and a few colorful scrawls. At first thought, you would think it was an abandoned structure but apparently, there were supposed to be villains and criminals from all over the state. Getting in there would be a pain in the ass.

Their mission was simple, gather as much information as possible and catch as many of those fuckers as possible.

It was weirdly quiet and his senses didn't like it. "Front was cleaned, we can move!" Alright, this was the part when the more powerful heroes like him come to a scene.
He and Mr. Aizawa, his homeroom teacher, were paired together to explore the under part of the building. That's where all the guns and gear are. His team rushed into the building, not caring if they were a bit too loud.

They were going on a long staircase that led down to who knows where. The map may be incorrect since all the data was from reports of agents.

Eventually, they were at the bottom of the building. Flashlights were needed since it was pitch black and there was no electricity running down here. "—East part is secured, we are asking for permission to join other teams. Over.–" All of them had earphones in case of an emergency but with reports like this only their leaders could answer. "You are permitted to split. Over." Aizawa said and signaled for us to move forward.

They came up to the first door. it was made out of ore so they had to use special explosives to open it up. One of them put his arm up counting to three before...

*BOOM*

The doors opened and they flew in. Nobody was in there, only chests and what looked like supplies. Nothing worth taking was found so all of them headed out and went for another entrance. With the same method, they opened those doors.

This room was different, it was large and had handcuffs in the middle, hanging from the ceiling. This time, there was a small lamp hardly illuminating half of the room.

When he looked around he noticed the equipment that laid around, then it hit him. This was a torture room. Dry blood was all around the walls and floor. He gaged at the smell that came. Fresh air, that's what he needed. As fast as he could, he got out of the room to the hallway where the smell wasn't so intense. "Let's get moving." A gentle voice came from behind him and a hand landed on his back in a comforting way.

Aizawa looked at the rest of his crew that wore the same expression. The last door was waiting for them. This one was different from the others, It looked more complicated like there was something valuable behind them that the league held dearly. They had someone on their team that could unlock more complex locks like that in case of an emergency. It was very beneficial.

As soon as Aizawa gave him approval, the guy got into work. Two minutes were all it took to unlock the door. Once again one of the men counted to three before they rushed into the dim room.

All of them froze on the spot. A boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing them. The room had nothing more than the small bed, looking more like a jail.
"Hands up!" The guy next to him, his name was Inui Ryō if he remembers correctly, shouted.

The boy flinched violently at the sudden voice and with shaky hands did what he was told. As he put his hands up, he noticed the chains on his pale hands connected to the bed. The chains looked heavy on the small arms, that kid looked like he had a problem putting them up.

All of them surrounded the bed, Aizawa gestured for Izuku to stand next to him. "Don't try anything or you will be shot." Aizawa gave a simple warning before he put out a flashlight to have a better look at the boy.

Blond hair lit up like gold when Aizawa turned the flashlight on, red eyes half closing at the sudden light. The pale skin and thin figure told him enough about how the boy was treated here. He wore nothing more than a white shirt with short sleeves and white pants made out of poor cloth. No shoes or even socks, just bare feet.

If he tried to guess then he would say the blondie looked sixteen or seventeen years old with how young he looked. "We will get you out of here, don't worry," Aizawa said before he glanced at Izuku, then at the chains. Izuku got the message and took the chain on his right hand first, breaking it with his hands, and then did the same with the left one. Each time the chains broke the boy shook away.

"—Eraser! Are you there?! Eraser-" "I'm here. What's the problem?" The guy in the earphone sounded anxious. "—The league is here! It looks like they have special forces with them. We need to get out! Now!–"