Hello, My Name is:

Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia

Warning: there is a little cursing at the beginning, not Bakugo level cursing but if you are an Izuku level innocent cinnamon bun, you have been warned. I have, however, put those little star thingies you can do to replace parts of a word.

Later that night, 3rd Person POV:

Back at Musutafu's Police Department an insomniac and the equivalent of a human lie detector were standing side by side, taking turn's interrogating a villain on the person who had captured him. The new vigilante.

"So you're saying he was short and childlike?" asked Detective Tsukauchi in clarification. "Well yeah! The guy barely came up to my ribs, and had the most annoying voice I've ever f**king heard. F**king b**tard!" the man growled in anger. The detective nodded and looked to the other man in the room, "Well, I think that's all for now, unless you have anything to add Eraserhead?" Tsukauchi looked to his friend. "No." quick and curt as ever the detective mentally sighed.

They left the room and made their way to Tsukauchi's office.

"So," the detective began, pulling up a newly updated file on his computer screen, "so far all we know about the vigilante is that he is short, had his debut yesterday and has stopped about 15 crimes, and that's only the ones we know about." He looked up again, "Oh, and he apparently has an annoying voice and is able to fight villains twice his size." the detective sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly, "What do you think about all this Eraser?"

The insomniac was staring with his normal blank face, but someone accustomed to reading his facial expressions could tell he was thinking about something. The detective smiled as he saw a flash of realization cross the underground pro-hero's face but grew concerned when that realization turned into a mix of anger and disbelief. "What's wrong Shota?"

"I know who the vigilante is." The detective jolted, "You do?!" "Well, not really, but I met him the night of his debut." the detective sat attentive in his chair, "Explain." he said succinctly, knowing that doing so would gain a better answer than asking to many questions.

The insomniac sighed and pulled out a canteen of coffee from his scarf and took a generous gulp before speaking. "I had been on the trail of the new vigilante, because I had been seeing different villains tied up and left for the police. It was when I thought I was getting close and dropped down into an alley that I got punched in the face by this kid who sounds like his voice is on 2x speed." "2x... speed?" the detective mumbled in confusion, he got a glare in return. "Exactly what I said, 2x speed, in fact, it's a possibility that quick speech is his quirk and that he doesn't have much control over it."

"It does add up with what the villains he's talked to have said so far, short person with a strange voice. But do you really think he's a kid?" the detective asked in concern. Eraserhead spent some time thinking before answering, "I spend enough time around kids to know how they act... And at times the vigilante would act in the way a young child would: overexcited, quickly shifting emotions. But he also acted quite maturely at other times: he didn't react to my glares and followed me to a crime scene but knew enough to stay out of it and not distract me." staring at Tsukauchi, Eraserhead finished his observations. "Overall, I'd say he's either a kid who's seen to much of this world, or he's short and very childish person."

The concerned gaze Eraserhead sent Tsukauchi told him exactly what he thought. The vigilante was most likely a kid.

"There is another thing though. Before I left the vigilante, he asked me what a vigilante was. And he had seemed honestly curious as though he really had no idea." "Well few people do, nowadays it's either heroes or villains, children and adults alike seem to forget there's an in between." Tsukauchi replied.

"But if he really didn't know what a vigilante is, that means he had been out there saving lives, not for the sake of fame, nor for the use of his quirk, if his quirk really is quick speech. It begs the question of why he was out their at all."

"Maybe he just wants to fight?" "Maybe." Eraserhead answered shortly. "Nevertheless, kid or not, we need to stop him. Preferably before he get's himself hurt." the unspoken 'or killed' weighed down on them as their motivation to catch the vigilante increased.

~~A week later~~

The new vigilante had gotten accustomed to his new life of crime fighting. In part, this was because he had always looked up to heroes and had wanted to be one when he grew up. A vigilante was not officially a hero, and in the eyes of many he was considered more of a villain than anything, but the green and black haired kid knew that in the end it was the lives he helped that mattered more than a person's perception of him.

Still, he was rather upset to learn that Eraserhead was trying to capture and arrest him. But he supposed the man had warned him about the illegality of unlicensed crime fighting and quirk use without the excuse of self defense.

While the vigilante didn't have a quirk, he was still scared of Eraserhead's reaction to that revelation and didn't want to feel that same horrible sense of rejection he had felt when he realized his mother had abandoned him. The boy was lonely, and he had grasped onto this connection he had to a stranger, (even if it was a connection made by the fact that he was a vigilante), and didn't want to lose it.

It was odd, but the boy had begun to feel a sense of companionship when he was running through alleyways and heard the quiet rustle of cloth from above that gave away the Underground Pro-Hero's location. The silent presence that chased him through the night gave him comfort because although he didn't want to be caught, it still felt nice to know that somebody cared enough about him to chase after him.