Izuku Midoriya, aka Deku, was now a vigilante on the run. He was walking along a forest in Tokyo, trying to find a place to sit. It was raining and very gloomy tonight. He felt the presence of someone behind him, but he just couldn’t put his finger on who it was. Was it a villain or was it a hero? He got his blackwhip ready just incase.

“Whos there..?” He muttered out. His mask made his voice seem distorted, like it wasn’t him at all.