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Aizawa sighs as he looks over the files on the latest vigilante. They always put him on the hardest cases. Tsukauchi walked into his office with a file in one hand and a coffee in the other.
“Another sighting?” Aizawa asks feeling a migraine forming already.
Tsukauchi grimaced and nodded, “Down in Musutafu.”
“What happened this time?”
“They stopped a mugging and walked the kid getting attacked to the police station, but that’s all we know, there could’ve been more.”
Aizawa sighed and took the file, “Alright, I’ll head over there tomorrow night and see if I can find anything.”
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Shoto drops to the ground of the warehouse, footsteps silent from years of having to move quietly. He takes off his mask, costume, and wig. Yep, that’s right, wig. When he was patrolling he dressed up as a girl. While he was planning how he was going to be a kick ass vigilante, he decided that being the son of the #2 hero and all, he was too recognizable. So every night after training with Endeavor, Shoto would sneak out put makeup on, contacts in, and put a light pink wig on. He also puts on what people would consider more girly clothes that he bought with Endeavors credit card. Luckily Shoto learned how to sew and now has hidden pockets filled with anything a vigilante could need.
He walked over to the vanity he placed in the corner. Well, vanity was a strong word for what he has, which is a mirror on top of some boxes. He looked into the mirror and saw that he had a cut near his hairline, he hadn’t noticed. After years of being trained by Endeavor he had built up a pretty high pain tolerance. Luckily the cut was on his right side, where the makeup wasn’t as important. Shoto looked at the cut and thought about how he got it.
“Oh, that’s right.”
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He was running over the rooftops keeping an eye out while listening to the police radio. All of a sudden a scream disrupted the calm night. Shoto turned and bolted towards where the scream came from. When he got there he saw a little girl getting attacked by a guy with a quirk that seemed to make his fingernails knives. He slowly, as to not make any noise, put his hands together letting his quirks intertwine to make mist slowly float down blocking the guys view.
“HUH?! What’s going on?!” the guy screamed lashing out at the mist.
Shoto hopped down and picked the girl up, “Are you alright?” he asked.
The little girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, “Y-yeah thank you for saving me.”
“Of course honey,” just then the guy slashed through the mist and, of course hit Shoto’s face. Not that he noticed, adrenaline pumping through his veins he tightened his hold on the girl. Shoto’s other hand flew out and started to lower the temperature around the guy with knives. Noticing that he was slowing down, the guy looked accusingly at him.
“Stupid little girl! What are you doing!?”
“Beating you.”
Shoto freezes him with only the slightest bit of frost covering his fingers. Luckily he was holding the girl on his left side so she didn’t feel the cold. He walked behind the guy and put zip ties on his wrists which was harder with his limited motion. He walked out of the alleyway and towards the police station.
“What’s your name honey?” he asked the little girl.
“Hinata! Thank you for saving me back there miss!”
“Of course, Hinata. Now I’m going to drop you off at this police station,” he said pointing to the station they had arrived to, “can you tell them what happened for me?”
“Sure!”
“Thank you honey stay safe now,” he started to walk away.
“Wait!”
He turned back to the girl and hummed questioningly.
“What’s your name?”
He smiled, “Fuyuko.”