It's been a few months since Izuku's disappearance from his old area, and since then, the students have all been relieved to hear that he's been gone.
While this may have disheartened others, Izuku was honestly having a good time. He'd been studying several topics from the haven that was his reasonably little apartment and prepared himself for whatever onslaught of intelligence poking his future high school would do.
Speaking of, the green-haired boy was in his apartment, surfing through his clothes. He had gotten a few more pairs of clothing since he started living there, and put his hands on his face, dragging them down as he sighed.
With hours of hard work, Izuku had something that could resemble an outfit. The clothing looked good after he spent some leftover yen on the clothes, and then with some work, he had something that would look semi-good. The costume had a dark green, almost black jumpsuit that wasn't too baggy but wasn't too tight, and he would wear his black jacket over the top half for his hood to pop up.
He decided to leave his bright red sneakers in the outfit, opting to wear something else outside of his vigilantism. There were a lot of people that wore bright red sneakers, so it shouldn't have been too noticeable if he left them in the outfit. Along with those, there was his yellow backpack and a few weapons concealed in his pockets.
'I think it won't hurt to walk around. I haven't had any loops where I've been a vigilante, so how am I supposed to know what to do? I'm going into this unprepared and blind. I don't like it.'
He took a deep breath before taking out his small camera, getting ready to record for when he found a suitable rooftop to be a gargoyle.
Izuku previously cleaned his backpack, leaving a change of clothes with a first aid kit, along with a few weapons. The TimeLoop folder, along with the photo of him and his mom, were left on top of his dresser. He leaned down, picking the clothing up and stripping down before slipping into it.
'It looks like I'm getting ready to assassinate someone.' A sudden flashback to a previous loop made him cringe, and he shook his head. 'On second thought, no assassination topics. I still can't get that out of my head.' Izuku looked over himself in the mirror, humming before turning to a small shopping bag, reaching in, and shuffling around before pulling out a medical mask. The mask was a classic black medical mask, and Izuku grabbed a bright mint green paint pen before he scrawled across the face cover, grinning a bit when he finished, capping off the pen.
Little mint green random doodles were drawn onto the mask, decorating it instead of letting it be blank. Izuku, satisfied with the job he did, capped off the paint pen and took the black and mint cover, settling it over his nose and mouth. "Alright, record the evidence, and notify the police. Don't get involved in anything. I can do that."
Izuku opened his window and smiled upon noticing that he was on the top floor, making it easy access to the building if he climbed. Making a mental note to tie some rope to the roof and dangle it down like a ladder, he quickly made it up to the rooftop and thanked himself for finding a workout routine that helped him gain a little more muscle. He observed the area and decided he would make a small camp up here in case he wanted to hang out.
His past loops included everything you could imagine but vigilantism. So he knew more about murder and about the anatomy of a human than he probably should. He knew more about how humans worked and what made most of them tick than he should as well. He did many, many activities.
That still didn't stop him from almost eating cement when he hopped his first roof in this loop.
He'd done this before in different loops, but that was when he already had adrenaline coursing through his veins. The adrenaline was there now, but it hadn't been before and, it almost messed him up. He would have to worry about getting better at roof hopping later and instead relied on his burst of energy to finish hopping the rest of his rooftops when Izuku's attention grabbed when a yell reached his ears from a different alleyway.
Hopping from roof to roof, he knelt at the rooftop while pressing the record on his camera and positioning it over the edge, whipping out his untraceable phone with one hand and dialing the police. He made sure that one earbud was in while one earbud was out, and he moved the mic to his mouth when an officer picked up.
"Musutafu Police." The tired voice came over the line, and Midorya spoke lowly into the mic. "I'm reporting what appears to be a mugging down near the '24/7' gas station. There are two people, one smaller man, and one larger man. The larger male looks to have a weapon, please, hurry." He hung up a little bit after speaking, recording the interaction still.
When police cars pulled up, Izuku stopped recording and quickly began to roof hop back to his apartment building, almost stumbling when he landed on his roof, taking a deep breath and sighing. "I need to work out more often with cardio..." He looked at his surroundings before dropping over the edge of the roof, swinging through his open window with ease, landing on his feet.
Izuku stripped himself of his new vigilante outfit while almost falling over when he lost his footing. He stuck it in his bottom drawer of his desk, pulling up a false wooden board and sticking it in there, the outfit snugly fitting as he put the board over it, followed quickly by his notebooks and some loose papers. He sat down in his chair in front of his desk, plugging in the camera to his laptop and transferring it over.
"Let's see if my training paid off..."
Officer Sansa, after the aggressor was put into the police car with cuffs on, looked at his phone when it dinged, and he blinked curiously. He always put his phone on vibrate when he went out on jobs. He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, seeing that it had been in to vibrate mode, and opened the device, looking at his notifications.
Greenbean: Hello Officer Sansa, here is video evidence of the mugging, in case the aggressor doesn't want to talk to you guys. Keep up the excellent work. [FIGHT_CLUB.mp4]
Sansa: Who is this?? And why is that labeled as FIGHT CLUB?
Greenbean: I thought it would be a small hint of humor to the evidence....?
Sansa: You didn't answer the other question.
Greenbean: Oh, hey, would you look at the time it's time for me to have an existential crisis.
When the sun rose that morning, Izuku was laying diagonally across his mattress, his head handing off of it. He was sleeping rather well until he rolled over, smacking onto his floor with an ungraceful thump.
The air got knocked out of him, and he harshly wheezed, peeling his eyes open to look at the ceiling. Izuku raised a hand to rub at his eyes sleepily and reached around, patting the floor and the air a few times until he found his bed, and pulled himself up to his face, groaning and looking around, picking up his phone to check the time.
"9 AM? I thought I'd be sleeping in until at least 11 with how many roofs I was hopping..." He mumbled, still half asleep as he shuffled out of his bedroom and into the kitchen in his apartment. He grabbed a coffee pod and stuck it in the filter, filling the container with water before turning it to the 'extra strong' setting, leaning against the counter. Izuku ran a hand down his face, and he peeked through his fingers to look at the phone that was still in his hands.
When he opened his phone, he was not expecting to see new messages on his main social media app, Discord.
1 Friend Request from 'Tsalty.'
"I feel like ill regret this..." He muttered and decided to click on 'accept' to message the person.
Greenbean: Hello, sorry I didn't get to you earlier, who is this?
When his coffee pot beeped and told him finished, Izuku poured a tall cup of coffee, deciding to add nothing and instead take a sip, swallowing it despite the burn that followed very quickly. He set the device down for a moment to briefly look through his cupboards, grimacing when Izuku realized that he needed to go shopping, and the sinking feeling grew when Izuku realized he was running tight on money. He'd have to fix that problem later, though.
Humming a small, tired tune, Izuku took a sip of coffee and checked his Discord messages, clicking on his newly added DM.
Tsalty: Hello, my name is Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, and I have beliefs that you are the person that sent video footage of last night's mugging.
Choking on his coffee, he set the phone down and focused on getting the bean juice out of his airway. Izuku gasped for air when he managed to clear his lungs and coughed a bit more, looking at the text to make sure that it was real.
"Oh, I am so boned." He said, chuckling and shaking his head before picking the phone up. "Might as well play to it."
Greenbean: This be them, whaddup?
Tsalty: How did you get Officer Sansa's Discord account?
Greenbean: Magic~!
Tsalty: Hilarious. You are aware that I can arrest you?
Greenbean: May I inquire why you are allowed to put me in custody, Detective Tsalty?
Tsalty: Hacking into an officer's profile, not to mention the video showed you were on top of a rooftop. So I can get you for illegal quirk usage as well.
Greenbean: 1. I didn't hack into the profile Detective, merely looked up his Discord. 2. I got onto the rooftop by roof hopping. Not a single quirk, I helped you guys because you wouldn't have been able to nail the guy without evidence of the conversation and fight. I'm also the one that called in the brawl from the rooftop. So you're welcome. However, when you have something of interest to say, hmu.
With that, Izuku decided that their conversation was over and looked over a newspaper he picked up on his way home earlier. "This is either going to go fantastic or terrible, and I feel like it'll go the way I don't want it. Now, let's see how mad Tsalty gets when I leave him unread."