The Crow-Izuku Midoriya (Izumomo ver)

I: Pain

People once believed that, when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

Devil's Night. October 30th.

He could smell the fires burning from here, the restless blazes taking down nearby buildings only blocks away, as if the fires had come straight from Hell itself. Yet even those seemed to be nothing compared to the scene pro hero All Might was standing in right now.

He was quickly approaching middle age, his long hair shades lighter than his skin, and his form that of a well-exercised man gone slightly to seed. Beneath the blue, white and red of his hero uniform, which made him look like s relaxed symbol of hope, he was sweating. That perspiration had nothing to do with the hundred-plus fires that were spreading quickly across the inner city, however. Instead, it all had to do with the horrible scene unfolding all around him.

He looked down upon the scene unfolding six stories below where he stood, merely an extension of what was going on behind him – a young man dead on the ground as curious bystanders gathered around the man's body, even while paramedics covered the body up before taking it away. Turning back to the loft apartment, All Might couldn't help but take everything in here as well. The cops were dusting for fingerprints on whatever they could find among the mess the once-beautiful and spacious apartment now was, more cops starting to cradle a woman, her form and face bloody and bruised and only barely managing to breathe steadily.

Among the flotsam and jetsam of destroyed furniture, All Might came across one of the only things that survived relatively unscathed: a wedding invitation on engraved white paper for the two people that had suffered through this horrific scene.

"Hey, All Might?"

"Yeah", All Might answered, turning to the cop that had called for him as said cop pointed to a beautiful, ivory dress that cloaked a dressmaker's mannequin. "Momo Yaoyorozu and Izuku Midoriya. Their date was tomorrow night."

"Who the fuck goes out on a date on Halloween anyhow?"

"Nobody", All Might stated regretfully, focusing his attention to the woman – Momo – as she was being lifted onto a stretcher, an oxygen mask being fitted onto her as two more cops looked on in fear. One of them, a pale young man, looked up at All Might to say, "Sir, we've gotta move her."

With a nod, and knowing he'd have to face hell for it later, All Might simply stated, "Do it." At his words, the paramedics lifted the stretcher on which Momo laid and slowly escorted it downstairs to the ambulance.

"Devil's fuckin' Night", All Might heard one of the officers mutter. "What's the count so far?"

"143 fires", he answered begrudgingly.

"They're slackin' off from last year."

"Well, only three hours to go; they're probably just slow starters." Even as he said these words, All Might knew that it wouldn't take long for the gang responsible for these blazes to make up for their lost time. It seemed everyone in the inner city knew who they were, what they were notorious for.

Judas Priest, for his affinity with bayonets.
Grape, formerly known as Minoru Mineta, from his addiction to sex.
F-Bird, formerly known as Katsuki Bakugo, the main ringleader who always drove the car his nickname came from.
And Kirishima, F-Bird's friend who looked as though he'd killed his family.

As horrible as they were, All Might knew that simply dwelling on what they had done would get no one anywhere fast right now. Following the stretcher downstairs and outside, he defated to to Toshinori Yagi as his want to see Momo be relatively safe became swept to the side when he heard a man with long black hair in a sleeping bag and all black just out on the street.