Izuku the Radio Demon MHAXHAZBINHOTEL

Chapter 3: Unexpected feedback

As Izuku, in his 'Alastor' form as he calls it, strolled through the streets of Mustafu, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonderful entertainment that emerged thanks to his actions. While calmly strolling with an air of bloodlust around him, he noticed an unexpected amount of robberies and other illegal activities taking place. People were stealing cars and driving recklessly, some teenagers were breaking windows of a nearby shop, and a pair of strong villains were engaged in a fierce fight. And this was only a small amount of the chaos happening around him. It seemed that he had indeed inspired someone to take action.

With his disturbing smile widening as he saw acts of cruelty around him continue, he couldn't help but think.

(And now everything is as it should be! No longer hiding under some false sense of normality, free people walk around showing their true passion!) Making entertainment all around for him and others to watch. As chaos reigned around, Alastor felt like he was in his element. Robbery there, a healthy bit of violence was littered literally everywhere!

Just when he was about to go a bit forward, his eyes narrowed and his sensitive, deer-like ears picked up something entertaining. And he suddenly made a sharp turn, miraculously dodging a stray shot of energy, probably from a quirk. But Alastor didn't pay it any mind; he already knew nobody did this actually on purpose, knowing the chaos that was ensuing all around. He already heard shouts coming from the alley he was going to, and just when he rounded the corner, a knife sailed past millimeters from his neck as he dodged on pure instinct.

This time it was intentional. Normally, he would be very offended (and probably the offender would end up with their insides exposed outside their body as they would be dying in agony for long hours beside some well-known place).

But he knew that he found himself in a situation where much simpler minds than his would react rather rashly, so he quickly forgave them for this misstep (but he never forgets). There were four thugs surrounding a girl with ash blonde twin messy buns. She looked like she was having a good time, inferring from her perpetual blush and crazed look on her face, but deep inside Alastor knew that she was standing on her last legs and she had picked a lot tougher prey than she could chew.

Why did he know she was seeking prey? He recognized the expression on her face, the look of a predator on the prowl. She wasn't fighting for amusement, revenge, or any other motive. It was a hunt, and he could sense it. (Well, well, well, what do we have here?) he pondered silently. (The longer I stay, the more entertaining it becomes. And from what I can observe, there is an opportunity to gain in this bloodied mess.) His grin widened, and his teeth aligned, creating a glitching light radio effect with his radio dial eyes.

As he watched fighting unfold he was greatly disappointed that nobody noticed him. (Beside our cute little predator. Honestly she is adorable! I want to keep her as a pet and ongoing entertainment for myself!)

One of the guys was super skinny and had a speedster quirk that made his body lighter and faster. With his seasoned quirk analyst look, he could feel that if he received one hit from anyone here, he would turn into a bloodied pulp. Due to the nature of his quirk, which was a transformation type, it was not something to be taken lightly. However, it was quite handicapping when he used it. He was only taking advantage of the openings his friends provided him to make a hit at a girl with his handcrafted mace. (Well, I suspected nothing less from an intellectual imbecile and a primitive caveman who ideally pictures his entire character. His choice of tool only proves my point, but I would say he is more of a paper tiger than a real threat.)

As he was calmly analizing everybody around him he didn't noticed they all were observed from a far as well.

"How fuck are you even alive you old-timey prick?"