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Izuku Midoriya never intended to be caught. He never intended for Eraserhead to see him using his quirk illegally to help a woman being mugged by a bunch of guys. He never intended to be brought to a police station and cuffed with quirk suppressing handcuffs. But here he was, bound and tired, trying to figure out how the fuck he got himself into this mess.
...
Aizawa was tired. He had already stopped two assaults, three mugging attempts, one suicide attempt, and seven drunken fights. He needed a coffee, and a coffee he would get. Just later.
He was jumping from rooftop to rooftop when he saw the hulking black monster absolutely beating the shit out of six guys in an alley while a young blonde woman cowered in a corner. He immediately jumped into the fight to help, but quickly realized he wasn’t needed. He simply stood by the woman, watching, observing, protecting. He knew that the monster looking thing was against the men, protecting the woman so he didn’t even try to stop it. He said nothing until the fight was over, the men bleeding on the ground while the monster stood victorious. He approached it quietly, making no noise as he got closer and closer. The monster turned at once, stopping the hero in his tracks. Aizawa tensed, prepared for anything. To his surprise, the monster simply observed the hero back, making no move to fight. It gestured toward the tied men on the ground, motioning then to his capture weapon. Understanding, Aizawa quickly bound the men, assuring escape couldn’t be possible. Once the men were tied up, he turned, half expecting the monster to have run, but what he saw made him pause.
Instead of a hulking monster, he saw a young boy with fluffy green hair (that may or may not have reminded him of broccoli) comforting the woman. The boy was small, couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen. He watched with narrowed eyes as the boy rubbed calming circles on the woman’s back and spoke soothing words.
Aizawa quickly sent the police his location and sent a text to Naomasa saying to bring quirk suppressing handcuffs, his eyes never leaving the boy for more than a few seconds at a time. He quietly approached the boy.
“Hey kid-“ He started but was interrupted by an annoyed voice.
“Can’t you see I’m a bit busy right now? Go call the police or something. Be useful for once.” The green haired boy didn’t even look at him but just continued to comfort the woman. Aizawa wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what. Thankfully, he didn’t have to because the sounds of sirens soon filled the air. The police were here.
The boy’s head shot up at the sound. “Shit,” he murmured. He stood up, probably to leave but the tired pro-hero quickly shot out his capture weapon and snagged the kid around the wrist. The kid just sighed.
“Look Eraserhead,” Aizawa’s eyebrows shot up. Not many people knew who he was. “My quirk is a mutation. You can’t erase it. And I will tear your scarf to shreds if you don’t remove it. So please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
Luckily, the police answered for him. Gun out, the officer started his speech. “Hands in the air, kid. I know you’re dangerous. So come on.”
The kid groaned in frustration and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“You know what? Fine. Fucking fine” The kid said finally, surprising the officer and the pro-hero. Cautiously, the officer put his gun away and pulled out quirk suppressing handcuffs. The officer slapped them on the kid’s wrists and dragged him over to one of the cars. Aizawa winced at how hard he had been pulled. He rubbed his aching dry eyes as he watched the police cars drive away. He glanced at his watch. He only had about 15 more minutes of his patrol left. ‘Ok,’ He thought to himself. ‘I’ll finish my patrol and go join the kid’s investigation.’
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Izuku was frustrated. He had saved that woman from god knows what those men were going to do to her and he was being treated like a criminal. He was cuffed to a table, his legs cuffed to the chair. They obviously thought that he was dangerous.
They aren’t wrong. A vice whispered in the back of his head. After what you did to those poor men, can you blame them for that? The green haired boy shoved the voice to the back of his mind. ‘They had it coming, cornering a woman like that.’ He thought to himself.
A voice shook him out of his thoughts.
“You are aware that using your quirk without a license is illegal, right?” The detective asked. What was his name again? Tsukauchi? Izuku nodded.
“Regardless of the fact that you saved that woman, you have committed a crime and you will be held accountable for it.” Izuku glanced at the clock in the corner and smirked.
“It’s been two hours and one minute. And I’m a minor. And I have no guardian with me. Therefore, this investigation is over.”
“ You have committed a crime, boy. You-“
“Regardless of the fact that I’ve committed a crime,” The green bean interrupted. “I’m still a minor. You can’t keep me here chained like a dog. So if you plan on charging me with vigilantism, just put me in a cell and let me go to bed.” The detective sighed, pinching the bridge of him nose and mumbling to himself.
“What’s your guardian’s phone number?” The detective asked, pulling out his phone. Izuku immediately scowled.
“I don’t have a guardian.” He growled quietly through gritted teeth. The detective looked surprised.
“If you don’t have a guardian, where do you live?” Izuku sighed. He hated telling people he didn’t have a home.
“Wherever I can.” He ground out, glaring. “Can I go now?”
The detective looked at him pityingly. That just made him angrier.
Eat him. It will cause less problems. These cuffs don’t work on us anyway. Venom whispered in his mind. The green haired boy mentally told him no and to shut up. The detective motioned to one of the police officers to uncuff him from the table and chair. As soon as a cuff was off his wrist, a quirk suppressing bracelet was slapped on. Izuku rolled his eyes. Did they really think he was going to use his quirk in a police station? How stupid did they think he was?
Once he was free from the table and chair, he was led to a white room in the back of the station.
The room was empty except for a metal toilet and a bench. The walls were bleached white, making for a grim and boring setting. He scowled, glaring at the walls as if they’d personally offended him. He hated white walls. They brought back memories, memories he’d tried to repress. Izuku sat down on the floor in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, hoping to do some thinking. But Venom interrupted his train of thought before it even started.
You are aware that I can hear you think, right? He asked. Your thoughts are very boring so please do me a favor and think about something interesting. Like a videogame or a movie. Ooo, Minecraft!.
‘Do you a favor?!’ Izuku thought angrily. ‘You literally live off of my body. The only reason you are alive right now is because of me. So suffer.’
I will stop healing you. Venom threatened.
‘I die. You die.’ Izu shot back.
Fine. Be boring. See if I care.
The green haired boy snorted. He had come to love Venom over the years. He and his dry sense of humor and bloodthirsty suggestions had been the only friendly company he’d had since Venom had developed when Izuku was four. People would jeer at him at school or avoid him or call him a monster. Everyone avoided him when he went outside. So when his mother died when he was 6, no one bothered when he disappeared too, assuming he’d died with her. Venom was his only company. He didn’t care that Izuku was slowly losing his sanity and was finding it harder and harder to hold back from hurting someone. He didn’t mind his anger, or his lack of control of his emotions. He would stick by his side no matter what. Well, he had to. They shared a body.
Awwwwwww. Venom cooed. The boy groaned. Sometimes he forgot Venom could hear everything he thought. You love me. You love me. You love me. He taunted.
‘Shut up.’
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Shota’s patrol ended up going overtime after he stopped a villain with a quirk that let her shoot spikes from her body. Her quirk was a mutation so he could do little against it except wait for her to over-use her quirk and get tired and slow enough to capture. He had her wrapped in his capture weapon and was about to knock her out when she shot a final spike out of her neck that embedded itself into his shoulder. The hero couldn’t stop the cry of pain that he let out. Fighting the black spots in his vision, he jerked his capture weapon to the side, causing the woman to slam into the wall and lose consciousness.
Pulling out his phone, Shota managed to send his location to Tsukauchi before passing out.
By the time he woke up, it was morning. It was about thirty minutes, and an incredibly worried phone call from his husband later when he realized what time it was. He silently cursed himself. He had missed the kid’s investigation! Kami knows what the officers had done to the boy because of his quirk. Shouta was all too familiar with quirk discrimination.
After having his shoulder re-bandaged and getting evaluated, he was free to leave the hospital. Shouta headed down to the station, fully intent on making sure the kid was taken care of. He didn’t know why he cared so much. The Problem Child was just that; a problem and would only cause him more paperwork to deal with. But something inside of his black, humorless heart felt the need to protect. And who was he to deny it?
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Izuku didn’t sleep much that night. The bench was hard and uncomfortable, not to mention partially rotted. It was also quiet. He hated quiet. It reminded him too much of when his mother died. Background music usually did the job nicely, distracting him just enough to stay out of his own head, but not here. Here, the only sounds were the camera in the corner of the room occasionally whirring and Venom’s constant chatter.
How long do you think it will take to break out of here? I think ten seconds tops. It would be so easy to just break out of this cell and get to the front door, don’t you think Izu? I’m bulletproof afterall.
‘Venom.’ The green haired boy interrupted. ‘As much as I don’t want to be here and how easy it’d be to break out, I don’t want a target on my back. Once I get out of here LEGALLY we are leaving the city. Or the country. Whichever is necessary. We got caught, Venom! Do you have any idea what they’ll do to us?’
...No I don't, which is exactly why we should leave right now! EAT THEM!
‘First off, ew, no. You might have a point but we can’t just break out right now!’
Why not?
‘...’
Exactly.
Izuku groaned. Venom had a point. He should just leave. It would be easiest for everyone if he disappeared. But if he broke out, a search would go up for him and his face would be posted for everyone to see. That would be horrible. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, lightly pulling at the ends. He’d think of something, there had to be some kind of loophole, some way to get out of this without having the police on his ass.
The door opened. Four buff male officers walked into the room, two with guns trained on him. He rolled his eyes. He was grabbed and roughly dragged into an interrogation room. Once he was cuffed to the table and chair, Eraserhead and the detective walked in. Eraser winced slightly as he was thrown to the chair, watching with unreadable eyes.
Izuku raised his eyebrows.
“Well? Have you decided what you’ll do with me?” The detective glanced over at Eraserhead before nodding.
“You’ll be going to UA as Eraserhead’s ward. You will attend gen ed classes and you’ll stay there until we figure out what else we’ll do with you. You will be supervised at all times by a pro hero and live in the teacher’s dorms but you will be given your own room.”
Izuku just stared, mouth agape. What the fuck??
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” he said dumbfounded. The detective just pursed his lips together, glancing at the hero stood beside him.
“I’d rather go to jail.” Izuku snapped.
Eraserhead shrugged. “You don’t get a choice.” The green haired boy groaned.
“I think I’d rather die.”
“I’m not exactly thrilled about it either kid.” Eraserhead huffed, crossing his arms. “I didn’t get a say in it either.”
“Just let me go. I won’t cause anymore trouble. I didn’t even mean to intervene with that fight!”
“That may be true, but you are dangerous.”
“That’s discrimination! I didn’t use unnecessary force with those men, just knocked them out. And a quirk is only dangerous if you use it in a dangerous way or can’t control it. Hell, Recovery Girl’s quirk can kill you! It drains your stamina! That’s why she can’t immediately heal big injuries! This is complete bullshit!”
The detective was silent. Eraserhead was smirking slightly. “You know why you’re silent, detective? Because you know I’m right.”
“Despite the fact that you are correct, if we let you go freely, lots of people, influential people will be upset. Sorry kid. You don’t get a say in this.”
He scowled. This was not what he’d expected. He would rather be locked up for the rest of his life than have to spend time with heroes.
The detective waved his hand. Two officers came into the room and unlocked his restraints but left the quirk canceling bracelet on. They glared at him hatefully and got two middle fingers in return. They left, watching Izuku like a hawk as if he might attack them at any minute. Assholes. Izuku rubbed his wrists. Those restraints had been awfully tight. Eraserhead walked over to him before grabbing the younger’s wrist.
“Come on.” He sighed.
Izuku was taken to a car out front. Much to his surprise, Present Mic was in the front seat.
“Hey little listener!” He greeted with a bright smile and a tone that made both the pro and the child wince.
“Die in a fucking fire.” He responded.
“Ok, in the car you go.” Eraser shoved him in and shut the door, getting into the front seat next to Present Mic.
The ride was quiet. A few times, Present Mic, or Yamada Hizashi, tried to start a conversation but was shot down by Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, or Izuku. But Venom talked the whole time. Not that the heroes could hear it.
Gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm gonna. Riiiiiiiide till I can’t no more!
“Oh my god, shut up, Venom!” The green haired boy said out loud. “If only these bracelets made you be quiet! You have been singing Old Town Road this entire fucking drive. I can’t take it anymore!”
Venom scoffed. “ It’s a good song! It needs to be sung!” he said aloud. The heroes jerked at Venom’s deep voice. Aizawa spun around to see who else was in the back seat but only found the boy. The second he turned back to the front, Venom spoke again.
“ You look tired, Aizawa.” The man turned again, but only saw the green haired teen, stifling his laughter. The second the erasure hero turned his back, Venom started up again.
“ You should really try to get more sleep at night. Those eyebags make you look very unattractive. How did you even get a husband?” Izuku couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. He was hysterical. The two Pro’s in the front seat were not amused.
“Now wait just a minute-” Hizashi started but was cut off by Venom’s screeching.
“ Don’t even try it! It’s a wonder your cockatoo looking ass got married either. You are literally just loud and annoying. I feel like you’re the kind of person that wakes up bright and early with loads of energy. Honestly! How did you too even fall in love? You’re polar opposites. Eyebags over there hates loud noises and is always tired and you are a ball of loud energy with no limit on how loud you can be! Seriously, how do you two live together without murdering one another?”
Izuku was wheezing now. His vision was blurry with tears and he was barely getting any air into his lungs from how much he was laughing. Both pros in the front seats had cherry red faces.
“I mean…” Izuku coughed into his fist. “He’s got a point.”
“ You’re damn right I do! I mean, seriously-”
“No.” The green haired boy interrupted. “You have said enough. Go back to talking in my head please. I don’t think they can handle any more from you right now.”
“No.” Eraserhead spoke. “I want to hear everything he has to say about us.”
Izuku bit down a smile. They were in for a treat. “Ok then. Venom, feel free to keep talking.”
“When was the last time you showered, Aizawa?” Venom mocked. “Your hair looks like you dunked it in a bowl of oil. And those clothes! What did you do, fish them out of a dumpster five years ago and decide to keep them? Look at the sleeve cuffs. There are more holes in them than there are in a strainer. And Hizashi, what is up with your hair? It looks horrible! How much hair gel did you use? Three containers? At least you know how to dress tho. You’ve got a nice bod, I’ll give you that. If you let your hair down and took off those glasses, you’d be prime husband material. You know Zawahead, If you cleaned up a little you would look pretty hot! I mean, I know you’re strong. And you’re like… six feet? Six one? The men would be all over you. But alas. You prefer to look like a homeless man.”
Both pros sat in silence thinking about how long these next few years were going to be.