The Crow- Izuku Midoriya (Izuocha ver)

Devil's Night

People once believed that, when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

Devil's Night. October 30th.

He could smell the fires burning from here, the restless blazes taking down nearby buildings only blocks away, as if the fires had come straight from Hell itself. Yet even those seemed to be nothing compared to the scene Shota Aizawa, the quirk removing hero Eraserhead, was standing in right now.

He was quickly approaching middle age, his long hair and growing in beard shades darker than his skin, and his form that of a well-exercised man gone slightly to seed. Beneath the yellow of his sleeping bag, which made him look relaxed, he was sweating. That perspiration had nothing to do with the hundred-plus fires that were spreading quickly across the inner city, however. Instead, it all had to do with the horrible scene unfolding all around him.

Nervously unzipping his sleeping bag, he looked down upon the scene unfolding six stories below where he stood, merely an extension of what was going on behind him – a young man dead on the ground as curious bystanders gathered around the man's body, even while paramedics covered the body up before taking it away. Turning back to the loft apartment, Aizawa couldn't help but take everything in here as well. Cops were dusting for fingerprints on whatever they could find among the mess the once-beautiful and spacious apartment now was, more cops starting to cradle a young woman, her form and face bloody and bruised and only barely managing to breathe steadily.

Among the flotsam and jetsam of destroyed furniture, Aizawa came across one of the only things that survived relatively unscathed: a invitation on white paper for the two people that had suffered through this horrific scene.

"Hey, Eraserhead?"

"Yeah", Aizawa answered, turning to the cop that had called for him as said cop pointed to a beautiful, white dress that cloaked a dressmaker's mannequin. "Ochako Uraraka and Izuku Midoriya. Their party was tomorrow night. They were my students"

"Who the fuck throws a supernatural party on Halloween anyhow?"

"Nobody", Aizawa stated regretfully, focusing his attention to the woman – Ochako – as she was being lifted onto a stretcher, an oxygen mask being fitted onto her as two more cops looked on in fear. One of them, a pale young man, looked up at Aizawa to say, "Sir, we've gotta move her."

With a nod, and knowing he'd have to face hell for it later, Aizawa simply stated, "Do it." At his words, the paramedics lifted the stretcher on which Shelly laid and slowly escorted it downstairs to the ambulance.

"Devil's fuckin' Night", Aizawa heard one of the officers mutter. "What's the count so far?"

"143 fires", he answered begrudgingly.

"They're slackin' off from last year."

"Well, only three hours to go; they're probably just slow starters." Even as he said these words, Aizawa knew that it wouldn't take long for the gang responsible for these blazes to make up for their lost time. It seemed everyone in the inner city knew who they were, what they were notorious for.

Judas Priest, for his affinity with bayonets.
Mineta, from his addictions to sex who happens to be ex-student Minoru Mineta.
Firebird, the main ringleader who always drove the car his nickname came from who happened to be his ex-student Katsuki Bakugo.
And Kirishima, Firebird's friend who looked as tough as he was interested as like Firebird and Mineta was a former student Eijiro Kirishima Aizawa was sure he was.