Glitch For All

"Eyes up, problem child!" A hand seized the back of his costume, yanking him out of the trajectory of another invisible shot. Aizawa's goggles flashed, red targeting overlay reflected in the tinted lenses.

He'd erased someone.

But who?

Across the mock city block, the "villain" bots lay in smoking heaps, their training rounds untouched. The observation drones above sparked and dropped from the sky one by one, as if something had reached into their code and flipped them off like light switches.

Then he appeared.

A man in a black suit, tie perfectly straight, hair neatly combed. Perfectly average height, perfectly average features. He looked like he should be standing in a bank, asking if they wanted to open a savings account.

Instead he stepped through falling debris like it didn't exist, hands folded behind his back.

"Target anomaly located," he said, his voice eerily flat. "Subject: Midoriya Izuku. Designation: Glitch."

Izuku's heart stumbled.

Anomaly?