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Shigaraki played games.

Izuku considered what he did…more of a sport.

“You are such a little shit!” Kacchan yelled, using his Quirk to blast away from the window Izuku had just leapt from. He smashed into the wall just above Izuku’s head, grabbing the fire escape to keep from falling and immediately dashed up the steps after him. “I am going to break your legs!”

Because when Kacchan got involved it wasn’t just a playdate for two, it was entertainment for everyone within two blocks of their clash. He wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if there were team flags made up from the people of the city who could expect a match like clockwork once a month.

Izuku slammed his hands onto the top ledge of the building and pushed up, vaulting himself over the edge. He felt the heat of Kacchan’s explosions on his back as his feet hit the roof. The hydraulics of his newest toy moved his limbs fluidly from the squat into a sprint. The lightweight leg braces did most of the work, putting him in at a top speed of thirty-three miles per hour, which was leagues above his usual twenty-two.

Kacchan clocked in at thirty-nine once at the height of his training, but after chasing after Izuku around town for close to thirty minutes, he was struggling to keep up and it showed with every other curse that came out of his mouth as his chest heaved.

Support Gear was the best.

Izuku dreaded when it broke, since he had stolen it in the first place and had no one to repair it, but for now he’d enjoy the extra fun.

Kacchan launched himself with his Quirk, abandoning his legs to shoot himself past and to the front. Izuku slid as he turned, throwing himself out of the way. He rolled and got back up to keep running. At the edge of the roof, he threw himself over, grabbing the nearest light pole along the way.

His backpack jostled as he spun down toward the ground, rattling his latest catch in the bag. Izuku almost stopped to adjust it and make sure the fragile contents wouldn’t break, but Kacchan slammed into the concrete to his left, eyes burning and teeth clenched so tightly his lip curled more than usual.

“You’re not getting away this time, Deku!” Kacchan roared, using Izuku’s slight moment of hesitation to propel himself forward with his Quirk. He threw a punch and Izuku dodged from muscle memory alone. Kacchan’s fist clipped his hair and the momentum brought their faces close enough together that Izuku could see his pupils: Kacchan was really mad this time. He yelled, “Get over here!”

Izuku had to block Kacchan’s grab, wincing from the force of it. The fury came from him more than usual and Izuku had to think as he grappled with Kacchan, who’d forgone using his Quirk now that they were in close combat. Whatever was in his backpack, Kacchan must have really wanted to keep in one piece.

But what was it this time that had him so angry?

They had a routine: Izuku stole something, making sure to pick Kacchan’s patrol night so he’d be the first on call, they’d have their match and Izuku would try out his newest toy to fight the Pro Hero. When Kacchan got the item back, he was usually in a good mood the next month. When he lost it, he was aggravated, but usually he just tried harder to catch Izuku.

Or gave up entirely and destroyed the stolen goods in question trying to get Izuku, which the young thief considered to be a draw since neither of them got what they wanted.

He’d won the last time, though, so this current level of anger seemed out of place.

“Considering all I stole this time was a bunch of mass market jewelry from a chain store,” Izuku said, using Kacchan’s next swipe to twist his arm around and get him in a hold. He slammed Kacchan against the wall, both of their muscles straining. “You seem a little overly furious. What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“You’re out here robbing stores and making me play tag instead of visiting your mother on her birthday, nerd! Why do you think I’m angry?” Kacchan hissed in his face, jerking his arm in Izuku’s hold. “Because your mom is going to whine to mine and I’m going to hear about this for the rest of the year!”

Izuku pouted. “Kacchan, I think I know when my mother’s birthday is.”

He’d half considered giving her something in the bag he’d stolen tonight as a present since most of it was identical to fifty other pieces that looked just like it in the various chain stores around the country. Assuming he won tonight’s match, of course.

Kacchan relaxed in Izuku’s hold, looking more exasperated than angry. “What day do you think it is?”

“The third,” Izuku said, glancing at a street clock. A few people took pictures of them on their phone as they stood there “locked in a draw” as he was sure the news would report later. “There’s still like ten minutes before her birthday and I’m not visiting her in the middle of the night.”

“It’s the fourth, you idiot,” Kacchan said. He shifted, twisting his arm so Izuku could see the flat, digital watch under his gauntlet glove. “Her birthday is over in ten minutes.”

“Oh,” Izuku said, wincing.

“Yeah, ‘Oh’,” Kacchan said back.

“Yeah, you win tonight,” Izuku said. He kicked Kacchan in the stomach and threw his backpack at his face before sprinting down the road. Izuku yelled over his shoulder, “I’ll get you next time, Ground Zero!” for the crowds before hightailing it to the nearest train station.

There were some things you just didn’t play games with.

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The best way to keep a secret, was to make sure that you didn’t tell anyone else and actually kept the secret, a secret. That became especially difficult when you needed to juggle a secret between more than one person, however.

A shared secret might as well not have been a secret at all.

Because you only needed one person to crack.

“It’s come to my attention that there is some dissatisfaction in a certain sect of people in our lovely establishment,” Izuku said, tapping the edge of his riding crop on the side of his calf. He scratched the back of his nape before cracking his head back and forth. “And that there may be enough dissonance to have them talking about mutiny, which, well—I’ll be honest. I don’t really have proof of it.”

His audience sat in the chair, trembling enough that the wooden seat rattled through the restraints that held him there.

Izuku watched the man’s face and the swell of his throat as it tightened. He hit his calf again with the crop; saw the twitch. “But what I do know, is that many little things have added up. You see, a single paper missing isn’t a big deal. Neither is a chair moved from it’s spot the day before, or noticing a stapler is now full when it’d been empty before. That’s just, the way people move around an establishment.

“But when it’s that same chair at that same desk that continues to be in a different spot from when it was left, or that same docket of papers and plans that are suddenly shuffled the wrong way, or when there’s just one too many copies when there shouldn’t be on the copier—That starts adding up.

“And that brings us to you,” Izuku said. He swung his arm, slapping the end of the crop across the man’s face. The resounding smack echoed in the small work room. “Who happened to be around for when those pages were moved every time.”

The man whimpered.

Izuku propped his chin up with the crop and sighed. “Now, don’t feel bad. It’s my job to pay attention to these things and I’m very good at that. So don’t think of yourself as sloppy, but you did get caught.”

The man whimpered again and Izuku tapped the crop end back and forth against his two cheeks. “I do also have a suspicion, that you don’t actually know what’s going on behind the scenes. You seem like a gofer to me. Are you a gofer?”

The man didn’t answer verbally, but his eyes said “Yes.”

“I thought so,” Izuku said. He walked away from the chair and set his crop on the table. He pulled over a small packet and walked back to the chair. He dragged over a small TV tray and put the box on it. “And gofers have to deliver things.

Izuku reached over and unlatched the man’s hand from the chair arm and pulled it over to set on the television tray, shaking the legs. He pulled out a piece of medical tape and taped down his wrist. Izuku pulled a knife out of his packet and smiled. “You don’t know anything, but I bet the man you deliver things to does.

“So I’d appreciated it if you told me who you’re conspiring with before I run out of fingers.” He set the knife blade on the first joint of his index finger. “And then I can start doing some real work.”

Izuku got his answer before the blade snapped down.

He loved it when the idiots cooperated.

But, now there were two people who knew a secret and that just wouldn’t do, now would it?

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Starting over was a rough process. Many people found it too difficult to completely cut themselves off from their old lives to truly reinvent themselves. Becoming a new life in the world was beyond most people’s reach.

Which is why Izuku was more than happy to help Kacchan out.

The world didn’t deserve him.

“Where the hell am I?” Kacchan asked, grunting into the mattress as he tried to lift his head. His sluggish movements reflected the weights of the cuffs keeping his Quirk in check and the drugs in his system to keep him from being too coordinated. Cloudy eyes focused on Izuku as he typed at his desk and the confusion broke through the light sedative. “Deku?”

“Morning, Kacchan,” Izuku said, continuing to type. His fingers worked on autopilot as he used his source’s program to make sure to delete the correct files. “Did you sleep well?”

“You’re dead,” Kacchan mumbled, the confused look on his face growing. “I went to your funeral.”

“I do apologize for that,” Izuku lied. He’d been giddy that Kacchan had been upset at his death. The poor thing cried as hard as Izuku’s mother. “But it was necessary for our next life. I’m still working on yours, but don’t worry, it’ll be just as complete.”

Even more so.

Kacchan’s new life had to be utterly detached from the old. Izuku would be the only one who knew him or had the right to know him from now on.

“I’m almost done deleting all of your records now,” Izuku said, clicking through. “I’ve already erased all traces of you from the government databases, though I still need to go through and sneak in for the hard copies.”


“And then of course I need to clean up your social media and computer traces,” Izuku said. “But I already took care of your apartment. It burned rather nicely, taking all those nasty attachments with them.”

Kacchan blinked, his owlish gaze still unfocused. Izuku almost cooed at how cute he looked. He wheezed and asked again, “What?”

Izuku continued typing, “The tough part, is going to be getting rid of the human factor. I don’t need you to just die to the world, I need you erased from it.

“No one gets to have you but me,” Izuku said, again, fingers typing harder. “And you did not make that part easy, did you?”

Kacchan continued staring, breath heavy through the drugs.

“You’re famous!” Izuku said, spinning around in his chair. He got up from his desk, storming across the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, petting Kacchan’s hair and sorting out the loose strands. “That’s so many people I need to eliminate.”

Kacchan continued staring. He swallowed and said, “You’re dead.”

“I might have given you too much,” Izuku said, chuckling under his breath. “We’ll try this again later. Go back to sleep.”

He turned up the dial on the IV line and Kacchan went back to sleep.

That would be better anyway. Kacchan wasn’t ready for commitment yet. But after Izuku was finished, he wouldn’t have much of a choice.

Izuku would be the only one left who still knew his name.

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“You can do that?” Izuku asked, clutching the strap of his backpack. The high collar of his middle school uniform felt tighter as he swallowed; his nerves suffocating him. “For me?”

“Yup,” the teenager said, poking Izuku’s cheek. His dry skin dug deep into the growing bruise, sending a wince worth of pain across his face. He dragged the finger down the bruise and tapped Izuku on the chin. “Or at least I know someone who can.”

“What’s the catch?” Izuku asked, biting his lip. He tasted the blood from the split down the center and stopped chewing. Izuku avoided looking at the other teen’s chapped lips and wrinkles. “Because even if you’re telling the truth and that’s real, that sounds like something I can’t afford.”

“It’s free,” the teen said again, mouth stretching into a grin and exposing the cracks in his lips further. “Who can’t afford that?”

“Then there’s a catch,” Izuku stressed again. He took a step back, sneakers knocking into a loose can. Izuku stopped, staring at the ground. “There’s always a catch.”

“The catch is it might not work,” the teen said, shrugging. “That’s all.”

“But why offer then if you don’t get anything out of it?” Izuku asked again.

“The thing about Quirks,” the teen said. He walked behind Izuku and picked up the loose can. He tossed it up and down, moving his fingers in various ways, never quite holding the entire thing at one time. He tossed it up again and caught it, clenching it in his fist. “Is you want to use it.”

The can disintegrated; Izuku dropped his backpack.

“I know someone whose Quirk is to give people Quirks,” the boy said. He looked back to Izuku, grinning through white curls. “It doesn’t work so well if the person he’s giving it to already has one. So Quirkless people are the best.”

Izuku swallowed. “It still seems too good to be true.”

“What do you have to lose?” the other teen said. He reached up and scratched his neck, knocking off flakes of dry skin. “Your little friends can’t pick on you so much if you have a Quirk, now can they?”

“They were not my friends,” Izuku said again, voice firm.

Izuku had exactly one friend and Kacchan hadn’t been there today. He’d gone home early with a cold after the teacher kicked him out of class to go to the nurse.

Not that Kacchan wouldn’t have helped when he was there, but the point stood that he was the only one Izuku considered a friend.

If anything it’d been worse because Kacchan hadn’t been there. Usually if he was around, the others left Izuku alone because there was an unspoken agreement not to step on his “turf” when he was around.

Either way, Izuku had already been beaten up once today. He didn’t need to humor some older teen who wanted to play cruel pranks.

“I appreciate the offer, but this sounds like a trick,” Izuku said. He headed toward the end of the alley and kept walking. “Sorry.”

“You really want to risk losing this?” The teen asked. “Because I’m only offering this one time. Do you really want to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if it was true?’”

Izuku paused.

“If it’s a trick, nothing happens,” the other said, the laugh sending a tremor in his voice. “But if it does, you get a Quirk—what do you really have to lose?”

“I think a lot can happen if I go someplace private with a random stranger, don’t you?” Izuku mumbled, taking a step closer to the mouth of the alley. “Not all of it good. I could lose a lot.”

“Smart,” the teen said. “But also very stupid. Because you don’t have anything to lose.”

Izuku frowned.

The teen got closer and leaned into his space. “You’re Quirkless. Worthless to everyone around you. No one would care if you disappeared and fell off the face of the planet.”

“That’s not true,” Izuku said. His mother would definitely miss him. And so would Kacchan, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. “You’re a liar and this isn’t worth the risk. I don’t even know why you’re pushing so hard when you can just find some other sap. I’m leaving.”

“You could have any Quirk you wanted.”

Izuku kept walking.

“Something that made those explosions from your friend’s Quirk look like a sparkler.”

Izuku stopped.

“His Quirk is really cool, isn’t it?” The teen said, smug. “I imagine the only thing better than being born with an amazing Quirk, is picking out one yourself.”

“How do you know about Kacchan?” Izuku asked.

“I’ve been watching you,” the teen said. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “You’re smart. You’re attentive. You’re made of potential that no one seems to notice but me and maybe that explosive friend of yours.

“He tries awfully hard to keep your self esteem low, doesn’t he?” the teen asked. “He’s threatened by a Quirkless boy and for good reason.

“Imagine how much you’d scare him if you were smart and had a Quirk.”

Izuku could. He didn’t want to. But he could: Kacchan looking at him with awe and maybe a hint of jealousy.

“You could have everything you’ve ever wanted,” the teen continued, whispering in his ear. “All you need is a Quirk.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I trust my instincts,” the teen said. He reached up and tugged on Izuku’s curl. “And you’re going to change the world.”

A black circle of mist opened behind the other teen. He nodded at the Warp and smiled, wrinkling his face again. “It only takes one step. Follow if you want it.”

The boy disappeared through the warp and Izuku stared at the blackness.

He did want it.

Izuku went through.

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“Izuku, baby! Your rival’s on TV!” Toga shouted, waving the remote over her head. Shigaraki and Midoriya looked up from their work table. True enough, on the news was Ground Zero, wearing his mask and headgear, but the rest of his costume had been replaced with a suit. “Oh, he looks good! Are you sure he’s off limits, baby?”

“Yes, Toga,” Midoriya said, tugging his glasses down as he left the table and walked over for a better look. He squinted at the screen and mumbled, “What are you doing, Kacchan?”

Shigaraki grunted, sitting his chin on his hand as he watched the screen past Midoriya and Toga’s shoulders.

Ground Zero stood behind a podium, face solemn. He sucked in a breath and exhaled. “A few days ago, I insulted one of my coworkers. I called Phantom Thief ‘Unfit to work in the field and a total asshole.’”

He paused and jerked his head to the side. He rubbed the side of his hear and frowned before he said, “A thing that I should not have repeated on live television again. Which brings me back to why we’re here:

“I was wrong to say such a thing about my coworker,” Ground Zero said. He swallowed and tapped the podium. “It was unfit of my position as a Pro Hero, and as a person, and I apologize for my actions. Thank you.”

Ground Zero stepped off the podium, and walked down the steps as the news conference continued, switching to the Phantom Thief with a smug expression and a “Of course I accept his apology!”

Shigaraki frowned at the television, ignoring Toga’s giggling in the background. Ground Zero’s voice had been stilted, he’d looked uncomfortable in the suit, and everything screamed “Someone put me up to this.” Clearly he didn’t mean a word he said.

“That’s a trap if I’ve ever seen one, don’t you think so Midoriya?” Shigaraki asked, smirking at the TV.

He didn’t receive an answer.

Shigaraki looked down, seeing Toga by herself. “Midoriya?”

“Izuku already left,” Toga said, hopping up on a bar stool. “Baby went sprinting out of here somewhere around when he said ‘apologize.’ Like a lightning blast! Boom!”

Shigaraki sighed deeply, sinking his head to fall on the work table.

Izuku was a “behind the scenes” sort of guy.

He helped Shigaraki plan and worked out strategies. Sure, All for One had given him an impossibly powerful Quirk that could level mountains, but he often chosen to hold back and let others take the spotlight.

Izuku enjoyed being in the background.

But every once in a while, something called for him to step out of the shadows and come to life.

Ground Zero apologizing on television—humbling himself. Embarrassing himself! Was cause for Izuku’s vengeance. His rival was not to be so.

Kacchan owned everything that he did and this should be no exception. He was not a man who regretted his actions and therefore any apology he gave was a lie and Kacchan was not a liar. Someone had made Kacchan lie and Izuku would not stand for it.

He broke down the door to Kacchan’s agency, stomping toward the PR department with all the fury his powers could muster.

Izuku would level the entire building and make the man who put Kacchan up to that stunt be the one who was really sorry.

“Alright, where are—”

The Quirk Nullifying bullet smacked him straight in the shoulder upon the door opening. Before he could even register the pain of the shot, he was wrapped in blue thread, constricting tightly and yanking him back out of the office and into the main hall.

He stared down, shoulder aching as a swarm of Pro Heroes surrounded him with police officers at the ready to restrain and arrest.

And right there in the center—Kacchan, staring at Izuku with a frustrated expression.

“I can not believe that worked,” Kacchan said, looking disappointed of all things. He cursed to the side and stomped his food. “I'm angry that worked.”

“I told you it was a good plan,” Todoroki said, putting his hand on Kacchan’s shoulder. “I knew that Midoriya’s obsession with you as you are, an asshole, would have him crawling out of the woodworks if you were to try and change.”

“You set me up!?” Izuku yelled, kicking his legs back and forth, but it did nothing to fight Best Jeanist’s hold. “Kacchan!”

“It was not my idea,” Kacchan said.

“It was mine,” Todoroki said, holding up his hand.

“I’m going to kill all of you!” Izuku screamed. He paused and said, “Except for you, Kacchan. But I am going to break your legs for this.”

“You wish you could do that,” Kacchan answered.

Seeing him with his proper attitude did nothing to lift Izuku’s mood as he was ushered into the police van.

Shigaraki accompanied Kurogiri on his way to break Midoriya out of jail. He stared at his companion in his ill fitted prison uniform. “What have we learned?”

“Don’t bother with trying to let someone know what they did wrong and just blow up the building from a distance,” Midoriya said, glaring.

“Good boy.”

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Izuku didn’t have many free days.

Typically his schedule was busy with either concocting his own schemes, going head to head with his favorite hero in combat, or playing nice with the other Villains in the area. There was nothing more fun than a team up when you were feeling bored.

But at the moment, he was feeling a bit of a block when it came to nefarious schemes and all of his favorite playdates were busy. Toga was free, but she usually ended up stabbing someone and Izuku was in the mood to relax and enjoy civilian life today.

Izuku sipped from an iced coffee as he walked down the path of the mall. Hanging out by himself wasn’t the best way to spend his free time, but he wasn’t sure what else to do with himself that didn’t involve causing trouble.

Up ahead though, he found something that might be of interest: A large crowd.

Izuku sipped his drink and walked slower toward the group. As he approached he saw the large sign above that read “Ground Zero Meet & Greet!”

He laughed under his breath, picturing poor Kacchan forced to put up with the same PR appearances and stunts as every other Pro Hero. Izuku had to admit, as much as he’d seen Kacchan over the years, he’d never seen him working one-on-one with the public. That had to be a sight.

Pulling off his sunglasses, Izuku sauntered over, not getting line, but close enough that he could watch from the sidelines.

Kacchan shook hands and signed autographs, all with a forced smile that looked painful to the cheeks. Every time it fell into his usual scowl, the PR agent next to him would jab him in the ribs with a pen and he’d put the smile back on his face.

Izuku had to laugh at the latest jab, a bit too loud however as Kacchan whipped his head up and said, “Who thought that was funny?”

He stopped snarling though when he saw him and went, “Deku?”

Izuku almost dropped his drink. He hadn’t…he hadn’t actually thought Kacchan would recognize him. They hadn’t seen each other since middle school, which was well over seven years ago. That was plenty of time to forget the childhood friend that used to follow him around from a distance.

Kacchan turned to his PR agent and said, “I’m taking ten” without any room for argument. The next person in the autograph line frowned, but stayed quiet as Kacchan jumped over the security rope to trot over to Izuku.


This wasn’t going how Izuku wanted it to.

“Deku, what’re you doing here?” Kacchan asked. “I thought you were working overseas. Your mom talks about you all the time.”

“You see my mom?” Deku asked, voice high. He had a made up life he fed to his mom every time he called her every week, but she never talked about Kacchan back to him. “I’m surprised she didn’t mention that.”

“It’s only once a month with my parents,” Kacchan said. He frowned. “She know you’re in town?”

No, but that wasn’t the point.

“Not yet,” Izuku said. He licked his lip. “Um, it’s good to see you, though. It’s been a while, right?”

Technically, it’d been two days but Kacchan didn’t know that.

He hoped.

If Kacchan had guessed that the Super Villain he fought on a near monthly basis was his old childhood friend, he sure had kept his mouth shut during their witty banter.

“Yeah, since middle school right?” Ground Zero said, crossing his arms. He looked off to the side and huffed. “Man, that was a while ago. Time flies.”

“Sure does,” Izuku said, shifting awkwardly. This small talk was fine and dandy and awkward, alright. “I’d ask how you’ve been but you know, you’re a Pro Hero now. I can just watch it on the news.”

And he already knew.

He knocked out one of Kacchan’s teeth the other night and new he had spent the past couple days in and out of the dentist trying to get it fixed.

Izuku had regretted that a tad. Kacchan had a nice smile when he was looking ferocious.

“You still there?” Kacchan asked, staring at Izuku’s face.

He jerked upright, realizing that he’d zoned out for a minute reminiscing of the other night. “Yeah! Just. Distracted.”

“Sure,” Kacchan said.

“Yup,” Izuku said back, clutching his cup. As amused as he was to see Kacchan out of costume—well, Izuku being out of costume and the safety of his face mask—this was a little too weird. They were acting too much like legit strangers than true arch enemies. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work.”

Kacchan reached over and grabbed his arm. “Hey, I’m going to be done in like an hour if you want to do something. Are you free?”

Technically, he was. All day. Izuku could absolutely go with Kacchan to do “something” whatever that “something” might be.

But did Izuku Midoriya really want to get to know Ground Zero when his alter ego already knew the Hero so well? Was that playing with fire? “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t,” Kacchan said. He leaned forward and whispered in Izuku’s ear. “Besides, this is the first time I’ve seen you without that stupid mask and villain thing you’ve been doing in seven years. Let’s catch up.”

Izuku almost dropped his drink but caught it. “You knew!?”

Kacchan snorted and let go of his arm. “Deku, you don’t even hide your hair. It was a little obvious.”

“Then why didn’t you bring me in?” Izuku asked.

“Because your mom asked me not to,” Kacchan said, frowning. “Out of costume anyway. She said if I beat you fair and square while we’re both in costume I could arrest you, but that hasn't happened yet.”

“My mom knows!” Izuku yelled, voice cracking.

“Our fights make the news, Deku,” Kacchan said.

“Why didn’t either of you say anything!?” Izuku said, crushing his cup.

“I was really curious how long you’d make it before you just flat out told me yourself when I ‘didn’t recognize you’ time after time,” Kacchan said, licking the side of his lip. “You’ve got the patience of a saint.”

Izuku glared. “So you’ve been laughing at me for seven years.”

Kacchan smiled, stupidly gorgeous and smug. “Maybe.”

Izuku threw the dredges of his drink, ice and all, into Kacchan’s face.