Dark as night (BNHA fanfiction) Discontinued

Chapter twenty: Way more social interaction

Running. That was how Izuku started his day. "Leave me alone!" He screeched, leaping across another roof. "GET BACK HERE!" The chaser yelled, close behind. Keeping silent, the teen carried on, not giving so much as a second for his follower to catch up. He had been at this for a few minutes now. The few bystanders that were out this early glanced up occasionally, double taking at the scene. A few were filming the peculiar sight. Izuku was in his vigilante outfit already. He had been caught short after apprehending a horned theif. Out of seemingly nowhere shot out a thin white appendage. Izuku tripped on said appendage and fell flat on his masked face. 

"GODDAMN IT, AIZAWA!" He whined. He struggled against the capture weapon, shaking and turning. Both figures swore that they could hear 'I want to break free' playing. In fact, they could. A terribly covered version sung from the building's open window below. Forgetting the current predicament, the son and father peered over the edge, thanking the singer for leaving his curtains open. Izuku gaped. "Kami-Chan?!" The singing thankfully stopped. A strangled squeak came from Denki's throat. His eyes widened and he slowly made his way to the window. Poking his head out, he quickly retracted it as a finger was placed on his nose. "Boop!" Denki crossed his eyes, trying to see the spot that had been booped. He failed. "You know this kid?" Aizawa butted in, looking at the greenette who was currently leaning upside down in front of the window, a few floors up. "AIZAWA-SENSEI?!" Denki was shocked. Not only was a well known vigilante hanging outside his window and calling him the nickname a classmate and friend did, but his teacher was with him. (Keep in mind that only Kirishima, Bakugo, Asui, the rat and Aizawa heard Tomura make his accusation) Izuku looked up at his teacher, then back to Denki. "Can we come in? I have a tiny bit of explaining to do.." Denki nodded slowly and stepped back. The window was thankfully wide enough for both of them to fit through. Brushing off his shirt, Izuku sighed through his mask. "Well then," He took off his hood. "Uh, surprise?"

Denki would say he's pretty chill. He doesn't like any of that icky stuff that others crave and get urges for, he doesn't really care what he eats, he is quite calm about most things. Finding out that a friend you made a few weeks ago is a famous vigilante is not one of those things. Yeah, he fainted. Izuku was quick to catch him. He turned to Aizawa. "You should probably get out and come through the door. It's slightly less suspicious." Groaning about how 'You are way more suspicious than me, Midoriya.' And how 'coming with me would make more sense', he hopped down carefully and knocked on the door.

After explaining that he was the boy's teacher and not a homeless hobo, he was let in.

Izuku was frantically trying to wake the boy up before his parents got up. He had no idea what he had been thinking at all. Finally, Denki shot up and turned to face him. An obvious look of confusion look over his face. "WhAt ArE yOu DoInG iN mY sWaMp?" Izuku tumbled back and shuffled to the wall. He placed a finger over his mouth as steps came from outside. Denki got the message and draped a blanket over him before sitting back down. Three sharp knocks came from his door, Izuku flinching at them all. Denki stood up and opened it, light flooding the room. He greeted his parents with a smile they both returned. Izuku just sat unmoving in his miniature blanket fort. Aizawa stepped in and Denki's parents left, the door shut behind. The greenette flung the blanket off and let out a delayed sigh. It was hard to breathe under a blanket and a mask. Who would've thought? Denki was struggling to comprehend what was going on. "Okay, so I guess you have a few questions." Denki choked on his asexuality. "A few?!" Izuku shrugged. He was bad with people and it was a miracle that he had actually made friends. "Well, here we go." Izuku took off his hood. Denki may have not heard about 'Kyuno' being Mizu Neko, but he did know about the green hair. Denki facepalmed. "How was I so stupid! Of course! You're Izuku Midoriya!" Now it as Izuku's turn to choke. "How do you know him?" Denki rolled his golden eyes.

 "Tsukauchi, of course." Denki had choked, then Izuku. Aizawa's time had finally come. The teens ignored him. "Although, Midoriya, you should have chosen a better fake name than that. 'Come to the water', seriously?" Izuku blushed slightly. "I thought it sounded cool..." He muttered, crossing his arms. Aizawa was still processing what the boy had said. "You know Naomasa?" Denki shrugged. "I had a run in with him and Sansa a while back and we hit it off. Didn't he mention it to you? He talks about you a lot." Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "May ask what you were doing before you decided to come into my house?" Izuku looked down. "Aizawa was trying to stop me and Nezu from bringing down Endeavour." Denki laughed. "I thought for sure that it was about Hizashi! But bringing down Endeavour... Are you sure you want to stop that?" Aizawa looked at Izuku, then back at Denki. He hauled up one end of his capture weapon. "Time to find out." Izuku yote himself through the window, somehow getting back onto the roof and ran away. Denki let out a laugh. "You know he won't stop until you do, right?" Aizawa hoisted himself up to the window frame. "Or he sees a crime, see you monday, kid." Aizawa climbed onto the roof with little struggle. Denki just shook his head knowingly. 

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"Twenty four." Izuku stared at him. "Twenty four calls. All made by one person. All today. All to me." Izuku shrugged, a weak smile plastered on his face. "That's Bakugo for you.. hehe" He scratched the back of his head. Aizawa lightly hit him on the head. "I can't believe you've done this." He grumbled, rubbing the sore spot. "How the heck does he even know you?" Izuku huffed. "We were friends before he moved school when I was four. He came to my house sometimes, but nothing more." Aizawa rolled his eyes and passed her the phone. "Try not to break it or burn it and keep it down." Izuku crossed his arms and walked away. "One time!! One!!" He cried as he entered another room. Aizawa's house, shared with Hizashi, was rather large, contradicting what many students thought. It was surprisingly spacious. 

I dialed the number that had pestered my guardian for way too long and waited. Well, I say waited, but less than a second later, the boy picked up. 

"FINALLY, YOU DAMNED TEACHER!" Izuku smirked. "That's no way to address your childhood friend now is it?" With each word the teen uttered, he moved the phone further and further away from his ear, prepared for the backlash that would cause permanent damage. A small inhale was heard at the other end. "W-where were you?" Izuku shrugged, momentarily forgetting that this was a phone call and not face to face. "House got crushed. Fucking police - don't kill them - didn't even bother to pick up Inko's body and left her for me to find when I woke up. Lived by myself 'cause they thought I was dead. Became a vigilante. Beat up bad guys. Hacked a few things for fun and income. Got injured a few times (Read: way too many). And here we are." 

Bakugo- no, Katsuki sighed. "So, you got a quirk." A floorboard creaked. "Nah, always had it but  I didn't know anything about it, plus the doctor told us to keep that shit quiet for safety reasons. Of course that failed." Izuku - And Aizawa, who totally was not listening in- could almost hear the confusion. "What do you mean?" Izuku sighed. "Uh, it turns out that the guy Hisashi was fighting was an assassin, a bad one at that. He was hired to kill my family. Got arrested after though. Didn't even finish the job. That's the reason I usually wear a mask." This was way more social interaction than Izuku was used to. (Not saying much) Even through the door, Aizawa could hear Katsuki curse. The two carried on talking like the teens they are, occasionally acting like the children that they never could be. Aizawa couldn't help but smile at the anatics of the friends. 

Izuku was panicking. Understandably really, when most of the class now knew about his identity. Nezu had decided that he would reintroduce himself as his actual self and a vigilante. He might even be able to trust his classmates now they knew the real him. Just maybe.

A/N: Greetings, fishlings! How are you? Hope you've enjoyed spamming my notifications! (✿◡‿◡) Stay safe and sayonara, fishlings!!