Naomasa Tsukauchi was dead tired, and it was no surprise that he was sleeping on his desk over files on the recent fighting ring they raided.

He was in the middle of dreaming about a certain r-rated heroine, but the door to his office swung open with such force, that his whole office shook and he was startled awake.

The last thing he was expecting was a panting underground hero scavenging through the files that he was previously sleeping on.

"W-What the-"

"I need to see all the interview statements, from both ex-heroes and villains." he ignored the flustered detective.

"Uh, why? Not that I don't appreciate the help right now, but is there a reason why you decided to storm in my office at-" The detective looked down at his watch and paled and saw that it was just about to hit midnight.

"It's already this late!?"

The underground hero just rolled his eyes as he ignored the frustrated detective. "Do you have video or audio recordings of the interrogations?" Aizawa flicked through the paper files quickly. Naomasa noticed that despite it being the prime time that Eraserhead does patrol; it seemed the constantly tired hero looked eerily alert and erratic.

"Are you on speed?" he accidentally questioned out loud.

For which he got a glowering red glare. "No. I think our informant Kage participated as a fighter at the ring to get more intel."

That was something that Naomasa did not expect, but at the same time he wanted to pull his hair out in frustration. It was known that anyone with a close relationship with the tired hero that the informant Kage was always top of his list.

In his opinion, Naomasa would rather leave the hacker alone. Though it dawned on the detective that if kage was a fighter, then kage was quirkless.

"Shit." This just opened a whole can of worms.

Aizawa didn't give a response other than to continually look through the files.

The detective just sighed as he went to brew another pot of coffee as it was going to be a long night.

It was early morning and the sun has yet to rise. The only ones awake so early were street cleaners and store owners setting up business for the day.

Oh, and also a spiky haired blonde carrying a backpack that weighs fifty pounds, running through the streets of Musutafu.

He was only on his third round through his morning workout run, and he was already panting from the new extra weight on his shoulders.

"Damn. Huff…..huff…. Didn't think fifty pounds was a lot till now." he gruffed to himself as he tried to keep his pace steady.

'If you can young bakugou. I would advise you to start a light running with extra weight attached to you. Start small and keep adding every week. You never know when you have to carry another for a long distance.'

He took the advice to heart and started right away. Though he didn't start small as he felt fifty pounds is easy weight. Boy was he wrong.

Ignoring any outside noise as he had his music blasting, hoping it would spur him on to keep moving at a pace to the beat. He wasn't prepared to bump into someone as they walked out of the corner of a back alley.

It was so sudden as he only saw a head of brown below his chin and the impact. He braced to catch himself from hurting the dummy with his full weight plus the 50 pounds.

He was confused as his hands had yet to hit the ground and he felt like his body was going through vertigo as he couldn't tell between up and down and he seemed to be spinning.

When the spinning seemed to stop, he squinted his eyes open in confusion.

They blew open as everything seemed to be upside down. He looked above him and he realized he was staring at the ground.

"W-What the fuck!" he flailed around for a second till he realized that something was attached to his chest.

He looked down to his chest and was met with meek wide brown eyes. "I-I'm so sorry! I just didn't want us to fall on the ground and get hurt. I'm sorry for using my quirk on you." she apologized quickly.

"Well can you use your damn quirk to get us the fuck down!?" he yelled.

"Uh- yeah sure, um but I think it's better if we are right side up. I don't want you to land on your head." she spun her finger around to indicate they should try to move around to get right side up.

"Hmph! Whatever." he growled as he used his quirk to blast them up right while in the air.

"Wow! That's a really handy quirk. Does it hurt though when you use it?" she asked while totally oblivious that they were still floating.

"Any day would be nice round face." He grumbled.

"Ah! Oh yeah! Release!" she tapped her finger together.

Bakugou was ready for the impact, but it seemed the girl looked sick and stumbled into his chest.

"Don't you dare puke on me." He threatened as he tried to back away from her, but she had a firm grip on his shirt for him to run.

"Sorry. I get a little sick if I use my quirk too much. I just finished practicing earlier and I think I overworked it from our bump in." she took deep breaths to quell her nausea.

"So, you were practicing how to float? At five in the morning? In a dark alley?" he raised his brow in disbelief.

"N-No! I was testing it out to see about getting from roof to roof. I can't do that during the day because it's not allowed." She pouted childishly.

"Whatever, next time don't go walking out of dark alleys." He shook his head as he was going to continue on his run, but the tug on the back of his shirt stopped him from continuing.

Today was not his day as he turned around and let his quirk spark to warn the girl to back off. Though the sight of her crying scared face made him stumble and for once in his life, bakugou seemed really out of his element as he didn't know how to respond to that.

"I-I'm lost actually. C-could you help me please?" she asked teary eyed.

"…Uh…What?..." he looked around for some help as he didn't really want to deal with a crying girl. Alas, as it was so early in the morning, there was no one else in sight.

"Please." She pleaded again.

He slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Fuck it! Fine!"

Just like that, her tears disappeared, and she started jumping up and down in joy. "Yay! Thank you! Thank you so much! I was so scared that I was going have to beg for food or I would have gotten stolen by folk lore alley demon." She shuddered at the last thought.

He really wanted to face palm. 'what did I get myself into?' he thought. So, where do you live round face?" he crossed his arms.

"First Mr. Sparky. My name is Uraraka Ochacko. And I um, it's the Hosu area or close to it, I think. I just moved here so I don't really know my way around here." She blushed in embarrassment.

A vein popped in his forehead. "You live that far?! And don't call me sparky!" He made his palms spark to get his point across as he gestured to follow him towards the nearest train station.

"Then don't call me round-face." She smiled as she wasn't even fazed by his threatening act.

"Whatever." He grumbled as didn't turn to see if she followed or cared if she kept up to his pace.

He never realized that he was going to acquire a friend that day, that was going to stick with him through thick and thin in the near future.

October 31,

( play Nightcore - Don't wanna go home)

"You sure that they will let us in Himiko?" Izuku looked skeptically at the impending doors where he could hear loud thumping music.

"Zu-zu. This place doesn't card. More patrons that way, so stop worrying and let's have some fun." she giggled as she eyed him seductively.

"Fine." He sighed as he adjusted his glasses from his costume that Himiko went all out for him to wear. He was joking about matching costumes, but she took it seriously and bought him a strange mad doctor costume. He wore a bloody hospital mask and square glasses, along with a lab coat that was slightly torn and also bloody.

Himiko saw this as an opportunity for Izuku to let loose from all the stress of his job, and from over stressing at covering his tracks from the last phone call he had. Despite the confident words he thought that reassured her, he decided to not take chance and make a fake background for his old life just in case.

Not to mention she really needed a drink herself. Things have been slightly rumbling in the underground, but she couldn't get anything concrete to follow on. She turned to look at her fidgeting boyfriend and giggled as she tried to get him to stop by quickly pinching him in the ass. He jumped in surprise, but he chuckled as he realized that Himiko was just trying to help in her own perverted way.

He was still on edge as they got closer to the doors, but he only sighed in relief when no one was there to stop them. They had to tread down a hall then down a winding staircase. The noise was deafening but he had to admit it looked a lot bigger on the inside than the outside.

Private table areas lined the walls, and everything was glowing from the black lights and neon splatter paint on the ceiling. He saw two bar areas and he was shocked that this place would still serve liquor to under aged kids. He had to admit though it looked damn cool to him.

"Come on zu-zu! Let's forget our worries!" she hollered as she started dragging him to the closest bar area. He just chuckled fondly at her, but he did raise an eyebrow when he heard her ordering 4 shots of tequila and the 2 shots of the club 'Special'. Whatever that was.

"Himiko? That's a lot of alcohol." He could only comment.

"Drink!" She ignored his concern. He looked adamant but she started chanting 'drink' and some other drunk patrons started joining her. It was embarrassing, but he gave in. His brow was knitted as he started swinging each tequila shot in quick succession and quickly did the same to the special two. At first disgusting but he quickly got used to it, and the burn felt pretty good.

The chanting immediately stopped, and he looked around and Himiko along with the eavesdropping patron looked at him in mild shock.

He was going to question what he did wrong, but he was startled when they all yelled in celebrations at his crazy move.

"W-what?" he looked at Himiko for clarification but she was holding her stomach in laughter. "Zu-zu. I meant one drink. You didn't have to drink all six. How are you still standing!" she laughed.

He was confused but he started to feel very warm and giddy to really care. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him as he gripped her waist firmly. "Cause you're the only person who can make me fall Himiko." he grinned cheekily at her. Guess he's flirty when drunk too.

"Oh-ho. Alright big guy, let's see how long you can stand when it comes to dancing." She smiled as she quickly took a shot that she ordered after her laughing fit.

The alcohol started to really kick in when they were dancing as he was losing his inhibition when it came to touching his girlfriend provocatively.

It went the same way for Himiko, and she was thankful that this club wasn't a stickler for PDA as she returned the gestures in kind. Eventually they took a break from the dance floor and she gestured that she had to use the restroom. He nodded his head in understanding and leaned against the wall to support his drunken self.

"Rough night man?" Izuku turned his attention to the voice and had to slightly look up as the man was taller than him. He noticed that he had many burns on his body, but they all seemed to be symmetrical in a way to his features. His hair was black and spiky, and his eyes were turquoise, and they had a bored tired look.

Izuku just shrugged, "My girlfriend wanted to pop my 'party life' cherry or something. Been fun so far." As he quickly grabbed a shot tube that a waitress was handing out on her tray.

"Ballsy drinking that much for a first timer." The older man snickered.

"Meh, I'm just getting out of my comfort zone. I've been a good boy all my life, it feels kind of good to let go." He chuckled as he leaned his head back to take swallow the burning liquid.

The older man was quiet for a second, but he chuckled as he took out a pack of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth for a drag. "I know how you feel kid, just don't fall too far down the rabbit hole. Or you might want to stay in Wonderland forever." he offered his pack to Izuku who looked at him confused.

"You say don't fall down the rabbit hole, yet you offer an addictive substance?" Izuku couldn't help but chuckle.

"I didn't offer you ecstasy or cocaine. At least this you can wean off eventually." (Lie)

Izuku in his sober mind would not hesitate to turn away from the offer but he was drunk and, on an adrenaline, high. He shrugged his shoulders and took a cigarette from the pack and looked at the man for a lighter.

He was caught off guard when the man lit his own cigarette with his finger and gestured for Izuku to let him do the same.

Izuku didn't really know what to expect when he took his first drag, so it came as a surprise when he felt a burn down his throat, though this time painful. He started coughing enough to make his eyes water, at the same time he could hear the man laughing at him.

"Takes getting used to kid."

"Hack!- Well thanks for the fucking warning." Izuku finally got his breathing back. He debated whether to throw the cigarette away, but he didn't want to be rude and let it go to waste so he took another drag but being mindful this time. It still burned but he just took it slow.

"There we go. Got a name kid?" the man chuckled.

Izuku was hesitant as he never really thought he would be interacting with someone so he picked the only name that he knew that couldn't be followed. "Names Dai. You?"

"Dabi." The older man smiled.

Izuku was going to ask about his quirk but was interrupted by a lecherous blonde squeezing his rear. "Babe ready for another dance round?" Himiko giggled but she noticed the person who was talking to her boyfriend immediately.

"Dabi? How's it going torch?" she smiled.

"Ah Himiko? This your man or toy?" he smirked.

She smirked back at him. "My man, and I don't easily share dabi?"

Izuku was a bit confused on the conversation but just shrugged as it might be some underground stuff that Himiko knows about.

"Well hard is fun, just keep your options open Himiko. He's entertaining and sharing is caring." Izuku raised his brow now in understanding. 'Shit the dude was flirting with me?' he thought in embarrassment.

"Hmph! In your dreams." She looked away to grab shot tube from a different waitress walking around.

"Well we better go babe. The night is still young-wait are you smoking?! Dabi you live to corrupt, don't you?" She mock glared at him.

"Guilty, but hey I could have given him ecstasy, but I didn't." he shrugged his shoulders as he turned to walk away.

Himiko now turned to Izuku who looked really mellowed out and still giddy from the alcohol. He finished his cigarette when dabi left, and now he was left with an amused girlfriend who just shook her head. "Whatever lets party till we drop zu-zu." she pulled his arm to the dance floor.

The rest of the night became a blur for the hacker but come tomorrow morning he was going to know the pain of his very first hangover, and have many questions when he wakes up to find the latest motorcycle in the market in his living room.

Hello my freaky darlings!

I'm sorry I've been away from fanfiction. I was not in a good place for awhile and sadly it was affecting my will to keep writing. But have no fear! I'm back and I am here! I also wanted to keep a promise to reader darashiko. I said Sunday and I had to deliver.

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I'm super excited to be putting out more chapters for all of my stories. Oh, a side note. I have another new story out called No filter. Got have some humor in life, am I right?

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-M