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Izuku’s breath comes out in huffs as he flash steps through the current city he’s been assigned to. His zanpakuto sits on his hip, sealed, and he draws it. The Hollow tries to run further away, but Izuku cracks the mask quickly, and the Hollow dies in the same blow. His souls begins to make to journey to Soul Society, and he smiles. His black hair flows wildly, and he hums.
He grabs the ribbon in his pocket and wraps his hair, sitting down on the roof.
He pulls the small hood over his head as he chews on the small onigiri he’d put in his pocket earlier, glancing at all the ruckus going in a few kilometers from him. There’s definitely some flames, and most likely Endeavor as well. He sighs, gets his Gigai and enters it, walking towards the commotion.
A simple T-shirt and shorts adorn his Gigai, and he hums a simple tune as he walks towards the commotion.
11 out of 10 times Endeavor is fighting a villain, there are Pluses he needs to send to Soul Society.
He hates that this man directly causes so many people’s deaths, but at the same time, he’s glad he’s able to help them. He finds one, frightened as they stare at the chain emerging from their chest. He mutters an apology, and buts the base of his blade on the plus.
In total, there are 4 pluses. Not too bad, considering Endeavor’s usual behavior.
He glances up when he sees the black butterfly soaring through the air, and it lands on his finger.
There’s a prolific Hollow that requires capturing. Zaraki-taichou has placed the duty of it’s capture upon you, Midoriya Izuku, as it is in this town.
The butterfly floats on off, and Izuku looks for said Hollow. He feels a strong energy to his left, and he flash steps through the air, landing briefly on rooftops occasionally in between his steps.
He does find it, eventually. The white mask is a clear giveaway, if the dust being kicked up is not. All Might seems to think it is a villain, and Izuku sighs. Leaping from building to window to doorway to window, Izuku eventually manages a clear shot of the mask. It takes a large will to cut it, as the Hollow probably has eaten a couple dozen pluses and the mask disintegrates along with the Hollow as one of All Might’s punches land.
He glances around for a few moments, zanpakuto once again sheathed, and he smiles when he notices there are no civilian or hero casualties. When there’s been a hero trying to fight a hollow with a few too many buffs, you never know.
When there are no pluses in his sight, he leaps up to a two story rooftop, and eventually finds his Gigai not too far.
Huh. He made a full circle.
He slips into it, and he can feel the skin stretch to fit his reiatsu. It’s tight, uncomfortable, and nowhere near as soft as his shihakusho, and he cracks his knuckles and back. It loosens up the Gigai as his reiatsu can finally deep into every crevice of the Gigai, less pressuring.
He’s about to find a way down when he hears a shout. He looks behind him, and there stands a man with blonde hair.
“Hello, young man!” All Might’s voice rings around the concrete jungle that is Musutafu. He half expects fans to hear, but they don’t. “What You did back there was very heroic. However, I don’t recognize you. Do you have a Hero License?”
Ah. How inconvenient. All Might could see spirits.
“I’m not a hero. Nor do I hope to be one, I was simply doing my job.”
All Might, with his signature smile and phrase to bring comfort to children, constantly covering his face like a mask, slips. The smile falls down, and he can almost hear porcelain crack.
Then, as if nothing had even happen, it returns to his face. Izuku turns back to the stairway on the rooftop, ready to head to the small apartment he’d bought. He’s thankfully able to translate the kan into yen, and as such had paid for a single bedroom apartment and a handful of decorations.
He hopes to be able to bring his small succulent, Chizu, into the Soul Society. Probably not.
He can hope, though. He’s about to push the handle when a strong hand rests on his shoulder. He mentally sighs, shutting his eyes and wondering what sort of karma he’d received from his past life to deserve this, and bangs his head in the door.
“Young man, you shouldn’t interfere in matters of heroes and villains unless you have a license. It’s a precaution for everyone’s safety, including yourself. Now, young man, you’re lucky I won’t send you to the police station for illegal Quirk usage. Run off home, and let your mother now she should keep a closer eye on you.”
Izuku wants to retort on several points to the hero. The first being that he didn’t know Izuku was man, others being that this wasn’t a Quirk and that his mother thought he was long gone in the reincarnation cycle.
He snorts a little and is finally allowed down the stairs.
And that’s it, for a while. He continues his job for a few more days, working both day and night to ensure no Hollows are attacking civilians.
And there’s no more hero-shaped interruptions. It’s mostly silent, so he hums to himself. He sits on the rail, waits for the cries of some souls running from a Hollow as he thinks about his dinner. Probably some ramen with vegetables and some beef. He’s got a large surplus of instant ramen in his cabinet, but he never uses the flavor packets that come with them for the ramen.
(He saves them for other foods instead. Seasonings were expensive, and he is also hoping to not burn through his salary of kan right now.)
He huffs a sigh as he hops back down, hoping he’d never have to deal with heroes interfering with his job. Sure, they were cool, but when he was no longer able to fight Hollows or perform his konso on pluses he sees, they get rather infuriating rather quickly.
He decides that if there are any Hollows, he’d be awoken by then, and retreats to his apartment. The light switches flicks on loudly, and Izuku winces at the sludge on it from the previous tenant, most likely cigarette smoke. They’d cleaned the walls but forgot the switches and outlets, it seems. He’s fine a complaint, but he’s trying to soften up the landlord to be able to hopefully get away with more.
He’s already gotten one complaint about loud noises at late hours in the night.
He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and for a moment lets himself relax in the entryway of his apartment.
Then, he gathers himself once more, and prepares a meal.
Tomorrow was another day, and would hopefully be better than this one.