I'm Not the One Who Decides

Disclaimer: I own none of these properties if I did there would have been some changes.

My Hero Academia

"Hi there" normal Speech

'Hi there' Internal thought

"Listen, well team." Monster, Quirk, All Might form voice or Electrical voice.

"Heroes Save City" Titles of Books, Articles, Names on Signs, etc.

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Chapter 1: The Flames

It was another cold night in Musutafu, Japan. It was time for the entrance exam for the U.A., the #1 ranked high school for heroics and is considered the top Hero Academy in Japan. This is not about someone who was going into these exams, this is about some thugs who ran into the wrong person on this night. Up on top of a building overlooking a street in the district were two heroes. The first was the man who wore an acorn helmet a wooden belt, wooden knee pads, and wooden shoes. A small rose veil hangs from the left side of his belt. This is the hero Kamui Woods is quirk was Arbor. Next to him is a curvaceous woman with long black hair and blue eyes. Her outfit is very similar to one of a traditional dominatrix. She wears a black breastless leotard over a white bodysuit, which emphasizes her breasts, body, and legs along with translucent black thigh-high stockings and black knee-boots. She has a small mask outlining her eyes, a handcuff on each wrist, and a utility belt around her hips. She sports a red domino mask. This is 18+ Only Hero: Midnight or just Midnight for short, her quirk was Somnambulist.

"I still don't know why you brought me here Kamui, I am not the stealthy type. I am more of the stop on them till they give up. Besides this is so boring," started the female hero with a long effuses on the so.

"I asked you to come along because Death Arms is out of town and Mt. Lady cannot be exactly stealthy is a situation like this and let's be honest you were doing lesson plans," Kamui stated shortly, he wasn't in the mood to answer one million questions there have been reports of the gangs in the city being hit by an unknown. Bodies were being burned beyond recognition. The leaders were some of the worst he has ever seen some beaten to death, some burnt to a crisp that they literally were partially ash, some were left a driveling pile of mess and drool, the worst were the ones that had chains going through them in multiple parts of their body. They would usually be hanging from chains like a warning.

Kamui gave slight shiver at those thoughts. In his peripheral, he could see Midnight literally fuming and giving him a dark look. She was about to tell him off when an all too familiar sound went off into the night, gunfire and then the sound of a crash. "Good thing you brought me then, huh?" Both heroes leaped from the building trying to follow the noises of commotion. It kept twisting and turning down on the streets, so it was hard for them to track. It was when they heard a crash that they could pinpoint where the sound was coming from.

Arriving onto the scene Kamui Woods and Midnight kept hidden in the shadow of an ally to see what was going on. Thankfully or not the street the crash happens it was empty of people, the only thing that was populated the street were cars and other vehicles. The road had a three-way stop, and the street lights glowed brightly. A pick-up truck was flipped over and crashed into a smaller car that was parked. The pick-up was leaking gasoline and other oils onto the ground as a small amount of smoke was floating into the air. There was one person already out armed with an automatic rifle looking to cover another person who was trying to pull another out from the wreck.

When both men were done with the wreck, the pulled out weapons from a crate that was next to the already armed man and taking a position at the three-way intersection as if they were waiting for something. It was this action that the heroes made their move.

"Stop and put the weapons down!" commanded Kamui Woods as he made a small shield of bark form on his arm to protect both him and Midnight.

"Oh please boys be good and stop what is you are doing," said Midnight in a sultry voice as she pulled out a red whip. She was starting to reach for the fabric of her costume to use her quirk to put these gunmen to sleep when the strangest thing happened, the men looked at them and looked relieved.

"Oh my god! Heroes!" one of them told a blonde guy that was built like a truck.

"Please for the love of God, you have to save us!" another one said a skinner guy with dark hair and was the youngest of the group was practically begging.

"Please, please you have to get us out of here!" said the one who was looking from his point in the intersection and began to practically run towards the heroes.

"Woah! Woah! Drop the weapon first!" yelled Kamui Woods in a confused tone as the man came running at him and his friends looking on in the hope of being saved. The man dropped the gun and dove to their feet putting his hands up as if looking to be arrested "Alright pal, what stunt are you trying to pull?" questioned Kamui Woods as he silently gave a command to Midnight not to gas the guy.

"Just arrest me already! Arrest all of us! Just get us out of here!" The man was begging at this point to be taken away. His voice was laced with fear, and he was shaking from whatever happened to him.

Midnight and Kamui Woods could only think one thing 'What the hell happened to these guys?'

"Alright, all of you put down the guns, and we will get you boys out of here," Midnight commanded to the two remaining guys who were still guarding their respective roadways.

"No way in hell! I am going to wait right here with this in hand until you get more heroes here!" shouted the youngest of the three and he shakenly stared down his road.

"That's right. I am not leaving till I know you can get us out of here and away from him!" yelled the bulkiest of the three.

"Who do you want to get away from!?" yelled Midnight as she was starting to get frustrated now. First, they were glad to see them, they wanted out of here, but not before more heroes showed up, just what had these guys so scared?

"Listen," said the thug closest to them said as he quickly picked up the gun he had discarded earlier and held it close to cheek ready to shot. That was when they heard the roar of a car engine. Both heroes looked up and saw a black 1969 Dodge Charger coming around the corner and drive slowly, so it was facing the road where the three armed men were.

"He's here! He's here!" The youngest one screamed as he opened fire onto the car. The car was riddled with bullets, but the car never moved as bullets pierced through the glass of the windshield and embedded themselves into the grill and bumper. Then the blond hair one opened fired as well letting out a scream as he emptied his clip into the car along with his partner. They ceased their firing when they ran out of bullets and reloaded.

Even after unloading full clips into the car they didn't take their eyes off the car. Midnight and Kamui looked on in horror as they witness, what was a massacre. Even if it was a villain killing competition or some psycho killing for fun. Then Midnight thought something awful 'We just allowed this to happen! These trigger happy thugs might have killed an innocent bystander' her mind raged. She looked over the Kamui Wood, and he had the same shocked expression. That was when Midnight shredded her outfit and allowed the pink smoke to leave her skin to knock the gunmen out. Kamui used his quirk to lengthen his arms and wrapped it around the closest gunmen, trapping him in wooden bindings. Hearing a commotion behind him one the gunman dashed to the flipped pickup and started looking through it.

"All of you stand down now! You are under arrest for murder and possession of military grade weapons." Kamui Wood ordered as he was growing his tree limbs out readying for the gunmen to turn on them. That was when Midnight flourished her whip to try to intimidate the gunmen. That was when the roar of an engine caught everyone's attention. The car that had just been shot to all hell was now starting to rev its engine. "No way! The driver is still alive!" Kamui Wood was now in a state of shock and relief as the car came back alive meaning the person driving it was very much alive.

"Shit! This fucker won't die!" Yelled the gunmen who fired at the car first opened fire again. The car revved a few more times, and the tires screamed as the car burned rubber down the road.

"Move! Out of the way!" yelled the gunman who was digging through the car. He found what he was looking for in the flipped car. It was a heavy military crate, and he flipped it open. He pulled out a rocket launcher and took aim "Bye-bye, motherfucker."

"Stop now!" yelled Midnight running at the man with the rocket launcher. She reeled back her when the man fired, and the smoke shot back in her face. Her vision was cloudy, she couldn't make out anything.

Kamui Wood did see everything. When Midnight was blasted in the face by the backdraft of the rocket he quickly reached out and grabbed her to get her to safety. The rocket completely escaped his mind when sent to save his fellow hero. He watched as the missile hit just in front of the Charger causing it to go flying up in the air and leaving a crater where the missile exploded. While in the air it flipped showing the underside of the car being on fire mainly near the engine of the car.

The car landed in with a loud thud crash still on fire, the front tires were on fire, and the engine compartment had fire coming up through the exhaust out the back. Kamui Woods looked at the scene wide-eyed, while the three armed men cheered for the death of their pursuer.

"What happened Kamui?" Midnight asked still blinded by the rocket.

"They killed whoever was driving that car. They blew it up with a rocket." Kamui Wood said in a hollow voice as he watches the flaming car continue to burn

"We got to go save them?" Midnight tried to get up her instincts tell her to rush over and save the person who was in the car. She tried to get up but slipped on her foot still too disoriented to properly balance herself

"There is no way anyone survived that explosion and the landing that the car took." Kamui Wood was facing the reality that the car being on fire and the landing the person was dead.

"We can't let them get away." Groaned out Midnight as she tried to focus herself and to help clear her vision.

"Fuck you mother fucker!" The youngest of the men yelled as he stared at the burning car that held their assailant. The one who fired the rocket kissed the launcher and joined in giving a relieved laugh.

"Now boys get me out of this so we can get out of here." Yelled the gunman that was trapped by Kamui Wood. The two heroes now saw what the gunman's plans were now. Kamui Wood forgot to make a call for back up, and now with Midnight out of commission, it was not looking too good for the heroic duo.

"Stop do not move you are all under arrest!" Kamui Wood barked out his order trying to seem like he still in control.

It caused the two free gunmen to look at each other looked at each other than laugh "You think we are afraid of you? Please, we just killed a scarier son of a bitch than you," the youngest one laughed then hefted his rifle up at the hero "Now let our partner out of his bindings. We are walking out of here," then he remembered the helpless heroin that was still stunned crouched next to him "Hand her over, and we will let you walk out of here." He had a lecherous grin on his face staring at the 18+ heroin.

As Kamui Wood raised his arm to make a barrier, it was quickly shot to hell by the gunman, who gave a shit eating grin. Kamui Wood had never been so backed into a corner before, he had to figure a way for both him and Midnight to get out of this situation. He quickly went to his ear "I need back up at…" whatever he was going to say was cut short as a shot rang out and a bullet shot through his arm cleanly. Kamui Wood fell grunting in pain as he grabbed his wound.

"Kamui! Go get out of here! I will be fine," Midnight feared for her fellow hero was going to get killed because of her, and she didn't want to be the reason for him to die tonight. Midnight knew if he left her she wasn't entirely defenseless, she could use her power to make a ring around herself to keep them at bay, but if they just opened fire on her instead well she was a goner, another hero that died in the line of duty. Kamui Wood didn't want to leave her like this, he was the one who called her out tonight.

As Midnight was sacrificing herself so her partner could escape and the gunman was about to fire their weapons into them, the car came back to life. The engine roared again, the fire went out of the blower. As Kamui Wood saw the car start to drive towards the younger gunman he saw where he was going to collide with the shooter and then the downed pickup, the driver was looking to kill the man.

That is precisely what happened the car with flaming tires leaving a faint trail behind as it drove at the gunman. The gunman was not idle either he was shouting as he firing at the car. It didn't help. The car impacted the shooter as he was carried a short distance and then his back impacted the down car killing him instantly. Then fire from the car's flaming engine caused the mixture of gas and chemicals that leaked from the vehicle to catch fire. The fire encircled the second gunmen, but the one trapped in Kamui Wood's watched in horror as he cohorts we stuck in the ring of fire with that demon "Kamui! What the hell is going on?!" Midnight yelled still having trouble seeing clearly. She could feel the heat coming off the circle of fire.

Kamui Wood saw the ring of fire appear "The car came back to life and killed one of the gunmen, then the fire broke out," Even Midnight saw the ring form with her damaged sight. That was when the gunfire was heard followed by a blood-chilling scream and then silence. At the same time to the man still trapped in the bindings managed to get one of his arms free.

When the screams started he began to crawl away towards the two heroes that he planned on killing "Listen you got to get me out of here!" he was inching near them closer, and closer desperation etched onto his face "Come on your heroes. You save people," he gave a nervous smile. Kamui Wood reached out a hand to grab him when chains shot out of the flaming circle again screams started again. The chains burned the man and then the wood bindings that kept him entrapped. The chains began to pull the entrapped gunman into the inferno. The man tried to stop himself but trying to drag his hands against the asphalt. It didn't work. His finger began to bleed, and his fingernails were torn off. He came face to face with the driver of the car. The face was he saw made him scream and scream in a way he had never screamed before. Then he was punched in the face knocking him out. Then he was stuffed in the trunk in the car.

Kamui Wood was able to get a glimpse of what was in the center of the fire and what he saw terrified him. He felt a cold sweat run down the back of his neck. There seemed to be a man with a flaming skull. The man looked at him and Midnight then hopped into his burning car, the engine revved the engine then tail skidded around and then roared down the street which he came. Kamui let out a breath he did not know he was holding "Midnight, count your blessings you didn't see this,"

"What did you see?" Midnight asked slightly scared herself after that blood-chilling scream.

"I saw the devil," Kamui whispered out. The words came out suddenly all the stories he had heard about there being a God, and then the stories of the Devil now seemed to be real.

"Can we finally call for back-up?" whined Midnight.

One Hour Later

Sirens and flashing lights were the sights and sounds that Tsukauchi Naomasacame upon. Naomasa is a tall man with short black hair he is wearing a tan overcoat and matching hat, underneath which he wears a black suit, a green tie at his neck, with matching slacks and dress shoes. As he walked towards the taped off area, he was nearly knocked off his feet by a young officer who rushed behind a car and from the retching sounds, emptied his stomach on the pavement behind one of the many cop cars. Naomasa bent down under the yellow tape and walked towards a group of CSI that was sweeping the area for clues and forensics. He noticed the two white sheets that were laying in the street one by a car and another body by melted asphalt.

He walked over to an ambulance where a medic was applying aid to Midnight's eyes. Next to her, leaning against the car was Kamui Wood, and he looked shaken. Naomasa had seen many things from his time being on the force, but seeing a seasoned veteran hero be so shaken questioned him. Another person was talking to Kamui Wood. Kamui Woods eye shifted from the tall individual to Naomasa. This person he noticed was a huge man with an equally muscular and well-defined physique. He had short blond hair, that swept backwards, with two distinct tufts that stick up above his head, leaning slightly to each side, which cast a dark shadow over his face, hiding everything but his bright blue eyes. His costume was a skin-tight blue bodysuit decorated with a red symbol that somewhat resembles a "Y," designed with a white diamond at its center, with white lines connected to it that trace from his chest to his back shoulders, the lines trimmed with the aforementioned red symbol. The symbol appeared to have wings on the side that ran from the top his torso before ending around his back, over which was a similar red and white design absent of the white diamond. Large white patches lined with red covered each side of his hips before ending at his lower thighs, and he wore a gold belt that had a silver buckle with red eyes. His forearm sleeves were colored in gold that each had white lines covered in blue accents over his wrists, and had spiked fins on the sides of his arms, his feet were covered in shin-length gold boots trimmed with white and red accents.

This was someone Naomasa knew very well, this was the Symbol of Peace, the hero All Might or as Naomasa knew him as Yagi Toshinori. All Might turned towards the detective "Naomasa, good to see you," the hero greeted his friend "I was just talking to Kamui, here about what happened,"

Naomasa nodded at All Might as he stood next to him, Naomasa then looked towards Kamui woods "What happened here?" Kamui woods began to retell the events that led to this moment from when they were patrolling to the shootout, then the injury to Midnight, then the turn of events and then finally to them calling for backup. Naomasa was perplexed, his quirk was Human Lie Detector,he could tell when anyone lied to him, and his quirk was not going off. Everything that Kamui described was real. Naomasa was thinking when All Might chimed in "Kamui did you get a look at the person that did this?"

"It was not a person All Might, it was a monster. Its face was a skull, and the fire was everywhere. It looked like a demon straight out of a nightmare. It was him All Might. It's the guy who's responsible for all those killings," Kamui responded in a hollow voice. All Might was no longer smiling at this remark. All Might had heard the story of a killer who had wiped out local gangs and crime bosses. The killer was also responsible for the murder of an officer and a school teacher. All Might wanted to bring in this killer personally.

"You said there were three armed suspects, but there are only two bodies where is the third?" Naomasa asked the wood themed hero. This wasn't this killer's usual M.O. he never took a person with him from a scene of his crime. He left bodies hanging from ceilings and burnt corpses, he never took someone before. This killer never made an attempt to save hostages or surviving victims, so what was the point of taking a gunman. Naomasa thought of many different scenarios trying to find a clue.

"What did he look like? There had to be something distinguishing about him?" All Might's signature smile was gone from his face as he asked his fellow hero for more details.

"I don't know what I saw. All I saw was fire, and his car drive off. The fire he created was hotter than anything I have ever felt. Even hotter than anything Endeavor could make," Kamui Wood said he breathed out trying to calm his nerves from what he was remembering.

"You said he drove off in a car right? What kind of car was it?" All Might questioned.

"I have no idea, it was one of those classic cars that were made years ago," Kamui Wood stated.

"So a classic car huh? Could you possibly describe it?" All Might asked looking for any clue as to find the identity of the mystery killer. It was at this point that Naomasa came up with a plan

"The car is the key," Naomasa interrupted the conversation as he walked up to the two heroes "The car is damaged correct? So he will need to repair it. I say we contact all the local auto body nearby. It will take time, but it was the best possible lead they had. Naomasa turned and began to walk towards one of the white canvases. He pulled it up and saw the skeletal remains of the body. The eyes were gone, nothing but empty black sockets. The skull's mouth was open looking like the skeleton was screaming. The hands were placed up defensively on top of the rib cage. The flesh was charred black and was barely sticking to the body. The scene made the detective nearly lose his lunch. The smell was enough to make his stomach turn "We have to find him and fast. No one deserves to die like this,"

"I couldn't agree with you more." All Might said as he looked over his friend's shoulder.

Unknown Location

A black 1969 Dodge Charger came to a stop inside a garage. A young man standing five foot five inches came out of the driver seat, keys in hand. He was well built for a sixteen-year-old, even with the jacket on it was apparent this young man had some muscle on him. He had his green hair in a buzz cut. He is wearing a black leather jacket that had white lines that connected when it was zipped, it had the shape of a double-sided blade. He also wore grey jeans, driving gloves that exposed the back of his hand and knuckles and black low cut shoes. He had a defining mark, two actually, he had bright green eyes and freckles. If you saw his face as you walked by him on the sidewalk, no one would have thought a face as innocent as his would do something wrong.

The look on his face right now was not innocent, it was a contempt rage. He walked along the car, but as he did the car began to repair itself, bullet holes began to disappear, glass began to fix itself, and the car started to straighten itself out. He walked around to the back of the car and used the keys in his hand to unlock the trunk. When he did, his guest with a large socket wrench in his hand swung at his head. The young man grabbed the wrench without looking away from the man in the trunk. He jerked the wrench out of his victim's hand and swung it back down, hitting the man in the face. The young man threw the wrench to side, causing it to crash into a toolbox that was in the garage.

The young man then violently ripped the man out of the trunk by his now broken face and dragged to the front of the car where he then began to chain him to the wall that the car was facing. The garage itself was messy in the sense that it had been used. There were two red tool chests up against the right side of the wall. Next to tool chest was a tool rack with multiple different wrenches, ratchets, and hammers. On the left wall of the garage was a workbench with an assortment of tools, a floor jack, and three-ton capacity shop crane.

The young man then punched the captive in the face causing the man's vision to become unfocused. The young man snapped his fingers in front of the dazed man's face "Hey you listening? I hate repeating myself,"

The hostage's eyes focused on back up to the guy who took him, beat him and stuffed him in the trunk, so when he was finally able to get a good look at him, if he wasn't worried about missing a few more teeth he would have laughed "You gotta be fucking kidding me! You!" he laughed a little "You are the guy people are shitting themselves over. Why they don't meet at night anymore?" this time he was full blown laughing "Alright come on, where is the guy with the skull?"

The young man was not laughing at all, he just stared at the man in front of him "You don't want to meet him right now. If he were, you would be dead right now." The young man then hit him in the face "Now I am going to ask you something, and you answer. Nod if you understand," the man nodded "I want to know where the Yakuza wannabe boss Overhaul is,"

This time the man almost swallowed one of his loose teeth "Why the hell you want to know where he is? You got a death wish?"

"Why I want to see him is my business. Now, do you know where he is?"

"Kid, I tell you anything I am a dead man,"

"I am the one you should be worrying about," The man didn't expect to be hit in the face again, the pain caused his eyes to water as he tried to not show the pain. Next thing he knew the young man took a oil and grease covered rag from the workbench next to them and stuffed it into his mouth "Think about what I asked," the young man walked towards the garage door and opened it. As he stepped outside he looked over his shoulder "Scream and make as much noise as you want, the garage is soundproof," as he closed the door, he heard the muffled cry of the man before there was only the sounds of nightlife in the city.

Apartment Complex

The young man was climbing up old concrete stairs of an apartment complex. He opened a door that led to a hallway and began to walk down it. On the exterior, other apartments surrounded theirs and power lines out in the front. On the side of the main apartment building, a big "2" is visible. The young man reached a door about halfway down the hall, he took a set of keys out of his pocket, put them in the lock and opened it up. The interior looks to be an average apartment with a table and chairs in the dining area and cabinet where plates, cups, and bowls are stored. The living room included a white sofa with a coffee table in front of the couch. The couch was facing TV and next to a TV was a cabinet with pictures of a happy family covered the shelves. There was a glass sliding door that led out to a balcony that had a small patio set out on a balcony. Next to the door was a small bookcase with books for reading and albums filled with photos. On the bookcase was a small ceramic dish. The young man placed the keys in the bowl and walked down the hall that led to the living room. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

The young man pulled out a plate of katsudon left for him. His mouth watered as he had not eaten since… He couldn't remember, he looked at a clock it was one thirty in the morning. So he hadn't eaten since at least noon of the day before. He pulled off the gloves he left on. He was about to eat with his hands, his stomach taking over his manners.

When he went to grab the cutlet, he saw the blood covered the back of his hand. He turned over, and blood covered his palms as well. He let out a sigh and moved over to the sink to wash his hands. It took a second for the water to get hot, he lathered his hands with soap the top layer of the blood began to blend with the soap. The water was steaming as he put his hands underneath the caked on blood was coming off, the black blood became red again as it went down the drain. He scrubbed fast the blood disappearing the sponge went over his hands.

The sound of a door opening and closing got his attention. He scrubbed faster "Izuku, you home?" a woman in a wheelchair came into view at the entrance of the kitchen. The woman is Inko Midoriya, the mother of Izuku. She was a round woman with her green hair, that was usually in a ponytail, was loose and cascaded down over her shoulders. She had green eyes and was currently wearing a green nightgown "Honey? Why are you home so late?" she yawned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she approached her son. Izuku looked at her and smiled seeing that she tried to stay up for him like she did every night. Inko was a devoted mother that did her best in raising her son since her husband had passed away. She always encouraged him to do something that would benefit him, he was a genius when it came to automotive and mechanical stuff. She wished that her son had stayed in school and went on to do something better with his life, but with her stuck in a wheelchair, she couldn't work anywhere and the money they got from the government was not enough to sustain him. The day he dropped out of school to get a job at the garage, nearly broke her. One part of her hated herself for being a burden on her son, causing him to give up his education for her. Another part of her was proud of him that he made a choice to step up and take care of both of them.

She wheeled closer and saw that there was blood coming from his hands, she was alarmed "Izuku what happened?" She took a dish rag from one of the draws and quickly pulled his hands towards her with her quirk. Her quirk was nothing impressive, it gave her the ability to pull objects towards her, but not much else. Izuku didn't fight her as she continued to dry his hands "Did you get hurt at work again?" When she continued to wipe and saw no cuts on his hands.

She gave him a confused look, she was looking for an explanation "It's not blood. It was just some decal paint. Some guy wanted his car painted, and it got all over my hands," He then took the rag from his hands and threw it back in a draw "Thanks for dinner," he picked up the plate and went to try to eat a piece of katsudon, but his mother swatted his stomach causing to pause just enough for her to swipe the plate from his hands.

"Young man, I didn't raise an animal. Grab a fork and knife go take a seat at the table I'll warm your plate," Inko put the plate on her lap and wheeled over to the part of the counter where the microwave was and warmed the plate of food. Izuku had already gotten a fork and knife and was sitting at the family table waiting for his mother to bring over the meal. When the microwave gave the signal it was done warming the meal, the small sat down to enjoy a meal and each other's company. They talked about their day, Izuku's job and many other little things. There was laughter and chatter filled the small apartment. As the conversation died down and Izuku finished cleaning his plate, it was nearly three in the morning. He turned to tell his mother that it was maybe time to go to bed.

His mother was sound asleep in her wheelchair; all that could be heard were the shallow breaths she was taking. He finished cleaning the plate off and then gently walked over to his mother and gently effortlessly picked her up from her chair and carried her down the hallway to her room. The room was big, with a television on top of a dresser and closet on the far wall of the bed. The bed was king sized, enough to fit two people and it did at one point. He gently laid his mother in bed and pulled the blanket over her. He went back into the kitchen and wheeled her chair back into his mother's room. Before leaving his mother to her dreams, he looked back and smiled at her, but he quickly frowned, not at her but at himself 'I will take care of you mom, it is the least I can do' he thought and softly closed the door. He then turned off all the lights in the small apartment and went to his room.

Izuku's room was very plain compared to what it was like when he was a kid. He stripped everything off throwing his jacket and jeans on the floor and the rest in a laundry basket. He laid back on the bed his head on the pillow. In an instant, his eyes became heavy and was asleep.

Two Days Later

Getting off a bus was a very skinny man with sharp, angular features and long limbs, his neck is long, and he had no eyebrows. This was Yagi Toshinori, All Might in his true form. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt, a pair of brown cargo pants and brown shoes. The reason He possesses a large scar that covers most of the left side of his chest, and it is not uncommon for him to spout blood from his mouth when excited or surprised. He typically wears baggy clothing to accommodate the change in body mass when he transforms into his muscle form.

Toshinori was here to find any leads for the villain that has been killing the gangs and yakuza. The flaming murderer had been quite for a couple of days, but that still let the pro hero unnerved. His experience was telling him that this villain was gathering information and forming a plan. Toshinori pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket it was a list of garages that were his leads to follow 'Next stop on the list Nenshō Gomu garage,' Toshinori began walking towards his destination, as he observed the streets he noticed an air of peace about this section of Musutafu. People were laughing and smiling, even though it was known that this part of the town was shady, to say the least, but there were no broken windows or any signs of vandalism. The people had their guard down, there was no fear here.

As he walked down the road towards the garage, he stopped when he came upon an overpass. The underpass was relatively clean for it being a high traffic area. Toshinori stopped in his tracks and witness a young man tagging the wall of the overpass. Toshinori would have given the young man stern talking to about defacing public property, it was then he noticed what the boy was tagging. The boy was skinny with short brown hair and blue eyes. The boy had stepped back finished wanting to admire his work. It a skull on fire, it had flaming eyes that looked like it could have looked back you. On the head of the skull was the kanji for fire and next to the skull was an accumulation of white crossbones. The background was a red sky and silhouette of the city in black in the background "Hey, kid!" the boy jumped and turned around and saw the skeleton in a skin suit "Who is that?"

The boy grinned at the older male "That is the guardian of this side of town old man," he pointed at the flaming skull "When he started showing up, the criminals in this neighborhood started to be the ones afraid."

"I have heard about this guy. He's a killer," Toshinori stated back. Looking to see if he can get any info on this man from the locals.

"You don't live around here, do you? No hero come this way. Not enough big name villains. Gang and other groups came here and ran this part of town. Police cannot handle all the trouble they cause. Even the vigilantes gave up on this district," Toshinori did want to admit it, but heroes were not active in this area. Most of the heroes mainly worked in areas where villains were most active. Some heroes did fight street-level crime, but they were far and few. Even Toshinori could only think of his friend Aizawa Shōta, also known as Eraser Head, was the biggest name who fought street level criminals and he couldn't be everywhere at once. "Then he showed up, and now they run and hide. We finally get to live and enjoy life around here." The young boy threw the paint can in his bag hefted on his shoulder and turned to walk away.

Toshinori turned back and looked portrait on the wall. The flaming skull unnerved him, the burning eyes penetrated his being and seemed to stare right through him. He shook the feeling and continued on his path. He looked over his shoulder one last and looked at the flaming skull and then left.

Finding Nenshō Gomu garage was not hard, in fact, you would have to be blind to miss it. The sign up was in bright red neon. The sign was flashing, it showed a tire spinning and smoke coming up from behind the tire. The outside of the building was concrete and had tacky red flames painted on the outside of the wall. To the right was an automatic gate. The gate was a chain link fence, with barbwire up top to keep people out. From what Toshinori saw from his point of view he saw that the garage was busy, there were quite a few cars here. From his quick glance, he couldn't see a classic car that Kamui Wood described. As he walked closer, he could hear the sound of loud music playing from inside. As he opened the door, the music then blasted him like Present Mic vocal blast. He saw a man leaning against the counter with a magazine in his hand. The man was old, really old with silver hair and hazel eyes. He wears a red leather jacket, a blue shirt, black gloves, jeans, and a red baseball cap that bears the Nenshō Gomu logo of the burning tire.

The old man looked up from his magazine and then put his pinkie finger in his nostril, just not caring that a potential customer came in the store "What's your problem?" he said in a tired and annoyed voice.

"I am looking for…" Toshinori was about to ask for the information.

"If you are selling something we don't want it. Piss off," the grouchy old man told Toshinori without making eye contact. The old man pulled something out of his nose, looked at it and then flicked it off to the side.

"N…no that is not what I am here to look for something," Toshinori stuttered taken back by the older man's rudeness. The old man was then replaced by a ghostly figure of a much smaller man with much more wrinkles in a yellow outfit. Toshinori then paled and shuttered when he thought back to his teacher.

"What are you here for then?" the older man was getting annoyed with the constant questions.

"I am looking for a classic black car that was extensively damaged? Did you happen to get any in?" Toshinori asked in a severe tone.

"You a cop?" the old man asked. He tensed which was something that Toshinori noticed. Toshinori tried to put the man at ease

"No I am not a cop," the situation went from bad to worse.

"So you are some punk looking to take a ride huh?" the old man pulled a large socket wrench from underneath the counter and laid it across the surface "Want to try it now? Tough guy?"

Toshinori could have transformed and unarmed the older man, but with his condition being a secret he could not take the risk of his true form being released to the public. He started to wave his arms comically in front of him sweating profusely "No, I am not that, I work for the police we are looking into a murder/kidnapping,"

That seemed to simmer down the man as he then rested the wrench on the desk "Looking for a murderer and kidnapper huh? Looking for classic too," the old man rubbed his thumb over his nostrils. He seemed to think for a second then walked over a door that was behind the counter. The man briefly opened the door, and the sounds of power tools entered the room "Hey! Izuku get in here!" the door was then slammed. The older man turned around and stared at the skeleton man in front of him then went back to reading his magazine. Before the Toshinori could even ask who Izuku was the door to the garage opened again. Walking through was a person All Might was least expecting, he was tall, and his hair was a short buzz cut. He was young too to be working 'Shouldn't he be in school?'

"What do you want Cid?" Izuku asked the old man with a tinge of annoyance. He was told to finish fixing this car for a client today, and now he is looking at a bag of bones.

"Don't get mouthy with me boy!" Cid swung around to look at Izuku with the wrench in his hand pointing it directly at Izuku "Did we get any classics in last night?"

"No why?" Izuku fired back, his heartbeat was steady, and he was calm. They were looking for his car. Too bad he doesn't take it here.

"This man here wants to see if one came in the last couple of days. Take him around the yard and garage so he can look," Izuku sighed and nodded at Cid. Izuku gestured the man through the door, he was about to follow when Cid was grabbed Izuku by the shoulder then whispered in his ear "Keep an eye on him kid make sure he doesn't steal anything," then roughly shoved Izuku through the door.

Izuku brought the man around the garage first, seeing other mechanics working and the cars they were currently working on. Izuku looked at the man next to him and saw the disheartened look on his face, he was relieved, the man then asked to see the rest of the property. Izuku showed him the finished cars first, indicating the more modern models that the garage usually worked on. Then he took him along the yard where all the damaged vehicles were out for display.

After an hour had passed and the man was satisfied that the car he was looking for was not at this garage Izuku began to walk him out of the yard. As Toshinori started to he walk to the exit he looked at the young teenager next to him, he was trying to find the courage to ask the boy some personal questions. Izuku seemed to sense the man staring at him intently so exhaling he said in a tired voice "What do want to know?"

Toshinori was impressed by the teen's perception so in a small smile he asked "How old are you? You look too young to be working already?"

"I am fifteen, and you are never too young to work," Izuku replied back.

"What I mean is why are you working? Shouldn't you be in school?" Toshinori asked.

"Dropped out of school. I need to make a living somehow. What business is it of yours?" Izuku fired back.

"I am sorry I am just surprised is all. Working as a mechanic cannot be that great," Toshinori tried to diffuse the situation.

"Only thing I have ever been good at," Izuku replied in an even tone.

"I am sure, you were good at something else," the incognito hero told the young teen.

Izuku stopped walking, put his hand around his chin and pondered for a second "I was good at something else, but you would probably laugh at it," he continued walking. Izuku had no idea why this man was getting him to open up, but he was, and he enjoyed the conversation.

"Come on what was it?" Toshinori asked. Izuku began to wave him off trying to dismiss the conversation, but the hero was no letting up "You probably never see me, again so come on tell me." Toshinori grinned at the boy pressing him for the information.

"Alright, alright. Damn it," Izuku whispered the last part under his breath "I use to analyze heroes," the boy's cheeks turn bright red, and he looks away. "I had maybe thirteen volumes done, they were based on all the top heroes. I study for hours watching heroes and I thought making a book about their strengths and weakness, achievements and maybe seven different ways for them to improve their abilities,"

The hero in disguise gave a hearty chuckle "So, a fanboy huh bet you wanted to be a hero?" with his broad smile.

"Fuck heroes," the tone the teen said those words made Toshinori's eyes widen. He could tell that it was a sensitive subject.

"What do you…" he was abruptly cut off.

"My shift is over," Izuku said and walked towards the door to the storefront of the garage and slammed the door as it closed.

Toshinori stared at the door where the teen abruptly left. Toshinori sighed sadly, he could mark off this place from the list. Toshinori looked down feeling to be anything but the Symbol of Peace "Bring up heroes to the kid?" Toshinori jumped scared and turned around seeing Cid behind him 'How the hell did he get behind me?' Cid had his finger buried in his nose again "Don't worry about it, the kid won't hold it against you. Just a sensitive subject," Cid walked away towards the door that Izuku went through leaving a disheartened Toshinori alone in the yard.

That Evening

"Please, that is all I know I swear. That is all I know," the gunman cried out the second part. His throat was strained and scratchy, dried blood covered his face. His knees were bashed to pieces. His nose was sideways, and his right eye was utterly black-and-blue and swollen shut. He was still chained to the wall of the garage.

Izuku put down the crowbar on the tool chest and walked to the driver side door and got in. Izuku started the car. Izuku sat staring at the man in front of him. Scum like this disgusted him. People like this gun dealer dealt in blood, being the cause for multiple murders either directly or indirectly. These guy were all talk with a gun in their hands, but take that away and hit them in the mouth they crumbled to a heap. Izuku moved the gearshift to drive and pressed his foot on the gas, but kept his other foot on the brake, causing the car to rev.

The man panicked "Please, please! I do not deserve to die," He screamed out trying some way to get this monster to spare his life.

Izuku's eye started to glow orange as if flames were behind the sockets "That's what they all say." Izuku started to yell, but it quickly turned into a monstrous roar, he let his foot off the break, and the car charged at the prisoner attached to the wall. The car smashed the killing him on impact.