You’re a vigilante.. Someone who does the dirty work to keep the city clean.

You walked down the alley; your clothes covered in blood. You did what you had to do. No hesitation. No regret. The heroes would call it murder.

“So bad.. So good that I’m so bad..” You softly chuckle to yourself.

—

Izuku Midoriya, the number one hero, was first on the scene, coming across the deceased villain on patrol. He knew who did it, just based on the style. He’d become very familiar with your… ‘work.’ After radioing it in and having police and another hero arrive, he didn’t wait around. He had one priority: find you. He knew where to look, just not how to catch you.

The old diner in the bad part of town was nearly empty, the kind of place where neon flickered and the coffee always tasted bitter. You sat near the back, hood pulled low, a cup of black coffee in front of you.

The bell above the door chimed, and you didn’t need to look up. He knew you were here before he even stepped fully inside.

Izuku slid into the booth across from you, hands resting calmly on the table.

“You keep leaving bodies,” He said quietly, his gaze steady, “And I keep finding them.”