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“If you surrender, I promise I’ll make this as quick as possible,” Izuku Aizawa-Yamada proposed as he landed on a dumpster and scanned the scene quickly. Some petty thug tried to steal some poor young lady’s purse. How original, Izuku thought to himself, rolling his eyes underneath his charcoal black mask.
“Fuck you, hotshot,” said thug yelled, his scorpion-like tail rising. Really, if the guy wasn’t currently trying to steal a purse, then Izuku would probably stop to ask him some questions about his quirk. Was the tail venomous like a real scorpion’s? If so, could he control whether or not he poisoned someone by stinging them with it? Did he have any other scorpion-like abilities other than the tail? Izuku couldn’t see any other features that resembled one, so he guessed not. Oh well, he supposed, questions for another day.
“No one ever really chooses the easy way,” Izuku deadpanned, sighing and letting his whip’s wires fall to the ground beside him. The thug grunted in irritation before charging at Izuku wildly, his tail poised to strike. Izuku narrowed his eyes before shifting to his side to dodge the tail and striking back with the whip, hitting the thug in the leg and letting him crumble to the ground. The scorpion man grumbled in annoyance and attempted to get up, only to be stopped when Izuku quickly knocked the man out and duck tapped his hands behind his back. He then turned to the young lady who was huddled off to the side. Shifting forward, he picked up her purse off the ground and offered it to her.
“Here ya go,” he said gently, smiling underneath his mask. Not that she could tell.
The girl, probably no older than 20, smiled at him, “Thank you so much!” she accepted her purse back from him.
“Get back out to the street, somewhere visible, then call the police, they’ll be able to take it from here,” he instructed her, starting to scale the side of the building.
“Wait!” she cried, making him stop and glance behind him, mid grab.
“Yes?”
“Who are you?” her eyes shone in earnestness, “Surely I should know who saved me.”
“Oh?” he questioned, more to himself more than her. “I’m no one special.” Without letting her get another word in Izuku launched himself up the rest of the building, not bothering to look behind him again.
… And if he hung out and kept an eye on her until he heard the tell tale sign of the police sirens closing in, then well, there were no witnesses but himself.
“... reports that the vigilante Sneak is active again are on the rise in the Mustafu area. Little is known about this vigilante including what his Quirk is. Citizens are advised not to approach and contact the police with any further information-” The TV clicked off as the lady finished up her report and the resounding sound of the remote hitting the table echoed in the now quiet apartment.
“Vigilante? In this area? Odd,” Hizashi commented, taking a sip of his coffee as he flipped an egg in a pan on the stove. It was a Saturday morning, and every Saturday morning, Aizawa, Yamada, and Izuku would have breakfast American style . “I heard he’s never actually injured or hurt anyone seriously enough to cause them problems. Just incapacitated them enough for the cops to get there.”
Izuku nibbled at the toast he had already gotten and elected not to say anything, just letting the conversation go on around him.
“Just because he’s playing hero doesn’t mean he should be out there,” Shouta grumbled, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “It’s only a matter of time before he either causes an accident or gets blamed for an accident.”
Hizashi nodded in agreement, “He seems to have others’ best interests at heart, that’ll bode well for him once he’s captured. Couple months on rehabilitation and they’d probably be willing to give him a hero license.” Shouta grunted at that but ultimately did not respond.
Izuku put a very conscious effort into not clicking his heels nervously. He couldn’t tell is Papa that they definitely would not give some quirkless problem vigilante a hero license if he got caught. If his dads knew that the ever rising vigilante Sneak was actually their dear adopted son, then he’d probably never be able to leave the house again. He really wouldn’t put it past Dad to chain him to the wall or something equally as ridiculous.
Not to mention how disappointed they’d be in him.
It wasn’t like he woke up one day and actively decided to be a vigilante. The first time he’d got involved in this vigilante business was a complete accident, honestly. He’d been walking home from school towards the end of the school year, filled with excitement at soon beginning the final year of middle school, when he had heard a scream.
His Dad had always told him to call the police in a situation such as that and wait for help to arrive, but in that moment he just didn’t think, forcing his body to move forward to see what was wrong. Find the source of the scream in an ally and finding a young girl, younger than himself being cornered by some asshole with an overly powerful quirk, using it to push around others. The only difference was that this guy was a fully grown adult, not some schoolyard bully.
Izuku frowned in annoyance and displeasure before grabbing a piece of rope off the ground and whipping it towards the guy, snapping his side weakly and chasing him off. It was then he met the person he’d saved and who’d become his greatest enabler, Hatume Mei.
Since then, he’d put together a neat costume for himself, some support gear to help him move around (and make up for lack of quirk, courtesy of Mei for saving her), and designed himself a sweet whip as his main weapon. The whip was Mei’s greatest creation once he was done designing it, and the upgrades never stopped getting programed into it once she got a hold of it again.
Soon enough, he’d accidentally gotten himself media attention as well as the name ‘Sneak’ due to him sneaking around in the dark and being gone before villains even realized what had happened. Once he’d gotten an “official” vigilante name he’d toned it down just a little bit, keeping a very low profile.
Turns out growing up with the pro hero Eraserhead taught him more about keeping low than was probably intended.
“Izuku?” The sound of his name brought him out of his daze, snapping his attention to what his Dad was saying.
“Yeah?”
“Are you feeling well?” Hizashi asked him, cutting off whatever Shouta was going to say. “You seem a bit out of it today.”
“I’m fine,” Izuku said. “Just a bit more tired than usual.” Tends to happen when you’re out all night running around as a vigilante, not that his parents knew that.
Hizashi frowned at him as he put his breakfast in front of him. “You’ve been tired a lot kid, you’d tell of if something’s bothering you, right?”
“Those kids at school aren’t bothering you again are they?” Shouta asked him, taking a bite of his eggs. “Do I need to go in and talk to the teachers again?”
Those ‘kids’ at school were always bothering him in some way shape or form, but since giving one of the bullys’ arms a good twist not too long ago, they tended to leave him alone most of the time.
“No, they’ve found other targets for the time being,” Izuku admitted, since it wasn’t really a lie after all. He didn’t mention that the teachers ignored him most of the time now that he didn’t have a reason to complain about the other kids.
Shouta and Hazashi shared a look of concern, but choose not to push it anymore. Breakfast was quiet for the rest of the time, Hazashi and Izuku going on about some new pro hero on the scene while Shouta interjected a handful of times.
So this was his life, a Quirkless vigilante hiding from his two pro hero fathers, just trying to do some good in the world.
Who needs incentives anyway? Sometimes pros needed a push to be better, as complacent as the get sometimes.
At least, that’s what Izuku tells himself when he sneaks out at night, the only company being the stars and the moon.