Trigger happy

by Moethetoe

Summary:

Izuku is tired

Oh and also an assassin working with the League of villains, that's a vigilante in his free time
with a pro hero on his tail.

Or Izuku is an assassin/vigilante struggling to stay afloat when Eraserhead come's along.

Chapter 1: Trigger happy

Summary:

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Bang!

 

Danger 12%

 

He tries to ignore the smell of iron in the air as he opens the top of box and its-

 

...

Trigger happy: Ready to react violently, especially by shooting, on the slightest provocation.

 

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Izuku is tired

Giran had needed someone for a potential drug deal happening in Hosu and apparently the big bad boss was dealing something from the shie hassaikai and it needed to be taken down immediately.

And of course that someone was izuku.

So here he was perched on top of a building like a bird waiting for these fuckheads so he can sleep-

Footsteps.

Danger 55%

“So when are they getting here i thought we agreed on three” says a man with an anxious scratchy voice and what looks to be a cigarette in his mouth.

“I told you they're probably having a delay with the truck, you should feel lucky I even brought you along” another man with bright pink hair and tusks coming from his mouth. Mutation quirk then.

Normally when he gets a job it's simple aim and shoot sometimes they put up a fight sometimes they don't, but of course Giran wanted whatever it is these guys are dealing so izuku scales down the wall with his steel toed boots.

When Giran had first told him about the job he had been hesitant he didn't have...the best relationship with the shie hassaikai he had killed a few of their men and they've been keeping an eye on him since.

A van pulls up to the edge of the alleyway Izuku aims his gun and-

Out steps Toya Setsuno and Deidoro Sakaki two of the eight bullets of the Shie Hassaikai

not good.

Deidoro Sakaki quirk Sloshed his quirk allows him to subject nearby people to severe dizziness and inhibit their sense of balance putting them in a state similar to being drunk, As well as being a expert knife thrower.

Great idea Sakaki bringing a knife to a gun fight.

Toya setsuno quirk Larceny his Quirk allows him to instantly relocate an object from someone else's possession to his own hands. He needs to be able to see his target and there is a limit to the size of what he can steal.

Danger 70%

Izuku grips his gun. Definitely not good.

The pink haired man walks up to the van where Toya and Deidoro are waiting impatiently with a small red box. The package.

Izuku needed that box and apparently that means taking down two of the eight bullets of the shie hassaikai This is gonna come back and bite me in the ass. He steps out of his hiding spot behind a old dumpster.

“Hey man are you sure about this it seems a little w-” the cigarette holding man couldn't finish before-

bang!

Thud.

And the pig looking man is on the ground unmoving not breathing caused by the bullet that was shoot directly into his right lung.

Izuku adjusts his face mask before sprinting to the end of the alleyway gun in hand. The cigarette man freezes probably from fear, maybe with shock most likely from both. The two bullets are taking out their weapons, He needed to get this done before any of them decided to use their quirks.

“You.” Toya says a look of rage takes over his face.

Awesome at least one of them recognises me!

“You are the one that killed Hojo, you will pay for what you have done to the shie hassaikai!” he screams running towards him.

“Sorry i cant stay and chat." Izukus voice sounds almost inhuman from the voice changer he’s sporting deep and raspy "but i'm gonna need that box” he starts walking faster aiming his gun aim for the head, shoot, fir-

Gone.

His gun is gone.

Toya setsuno quirk Larceny his Quirk allows him to instantly relocate an object from someone else's possession to his own hands-

Shit.

How could he forget that?

"No gun little man, what now?” Toya hisses as he dissolves into a fit of frankly irritating manic laughter before throwing Izukus gun to the side.

“Aim without a gun! Really- I really expected more!” He laughs throwing his head back still laughing like a idiot.

"Just hand me the box." He doesn't notice as izuku ever so slowly puts his hand behind his back.

Toya laughs harder this time wiping tears from the corners of his eyes mockingly. “You really expect me to do that?”

He also doesn't notice as izuku grabs the only knife from his utility belt and throws-

 

It lands in Toya Setsuno’s left shoulder effectively severing the brachial artery. Izuku grins despite the fact no one can even see behind his mask. He’ll be unconscious in less than fifteen seconds.

 

"You brat!” Toya lurch's forward attempting and failing to tackle Izuku but no instead he falls to ground bleeding out onto the grimy alley ground while babbling and slurring his words like a infant.

Izuku looks around the alley, the cigarette holding man is long gone by now, no need to worry about him running off to the police or some hero. What's he gonna say? A guy murdered his friend when he was trying to do a drug deal with the Yakuza? Real smart.

That Just leaves Deidoro who is currently holding a bottle of booze and swaying on his own two feet.

 

Of course he is.

 

Before Deidro can react -Which he didn't expect him to in first place considering the state he's in- Izuku is walking up to Toya’s body taking his gun and the little red box without care.

“Hey..thats the Yak-kuzas!-”

Bang!

Danger 10%

He tries to ignore the smell of iron in the air as he opens the top of box and its-

 

Bullets..?

Why would Giran need bullets?.

He stuffs them into his belt anyway before he checks to see if there are any more on any of the bodies. Two stray bullets fall out of Deidoros vest their small and red not unsimilar to the colour of the box they came in, with a thin needle like point on the end. Before he can think twice he pockets the spares ‘Im sure Giran wont mind’.

Izuku looks over the bodies once more people once breathing, walking, now still. The iron smell entraps itself in his clothes blood stains his hands he can't seem to get used to the death that follows his path.

Police sirens.

He makes his way back to the bar.

 

...

"Look who finally decided to show up." Shigaraki's voice rang out throughout the bar as he looks up from the video game he's playing and of fucking course its Minecraft Izuku walked in the smell of iron following as he entered.

Red eyes landed on Izuku.

"Clean yourself up a little its gross."Shigaraki hisses referring to the blood he was currently soaked in.

"I told you I had a job." Izuku's voice was still deep and gravelly, he realised he still has his mask on. he slips it off as he does the same with his hoodie slipping off his shoe's, stepping over the railing-

"Its not my fault they were being difficult." Izuku lay's down on the couch he's claimed as his since he partnered with Shigraki and the league, his voice is back to its normal state just as gravelly but significantly less deep.

"Whatever, don't let it happen again Aim."

Aim his villain, vigilante, hero- whatever he was name.

"Give this to Giran dickfuck, he's the one that wanted me on this stupid job."

He takes the red box out of his utility belt throwing well trying to throw it on to the bar counter.

Just for it to fall miserably next to a stool.

Izuku is tired.

Chapter 2: Shoot to kill

Summary:

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“You're the new vigilante right?” Eraser responds slowly, lifting his hands up to the air, he doesn't blink at the fatal weapon pointed at him “You took out the Yakuza in Hosu”.

 

Izuku wants to pull his hair, scratch at his skin, instead he grits his teeth. ‘This wasn't supposed to happen’.
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TW: self-harm and suicide attempts

Shoot to kill: Shooting with the specific intention of causing fatal injury.

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Shota Is tired.

He was just about to finally get some sleep when he got the call from Tsukauchi.

 

It was nearly four in the morning, He’d just gotten back from patrol, unravelling his scarf laying it in his wardrobe taking off his boots when-

Ring Ring!

His phone? Who the hell would be calling him right now?

He snatches his phone out of his pocket and checks the caller ID.

Tsukauchi Naomasa. He groans before he begrudgingly answers the phone.

“Eraser-

“I just got back from patrol Tsukauchi.”

“I know and I'll make it up to you but this looks bad.”

Eraser pauses for a moment. He's known the detective for a long time maybe a little too long but he knows Tsukauchi has seen his fair share of crime so If Tsukauchi says it's bad, well he supposes his late night nap will have to be put on hold. Eraser sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I'm on my way, what's the location?”

 

He arrives at the alleyway just outside of Hosu, He lands in the back of the grimy cold alley with a soft thud of his boots before he spots Tsukauchi is talking with a few police officers at further up ahead the entry of the alleyway.

He makes his way towards them and he adjusts his goggles as light spills into the alley clearing his vision of the surrounding area.

And there is blood everywhere.

It stinks of iron and gunpowder, the smell of death lingers in the air a scent he is all too familiar with yet never can seem to get used to.

“What have we got?”

“Three bodies all deceased. Two have been identified so far one Toya Setsuno and one Deidoro Sakaki, both Yakuza. All killed by single gunshot wounds except Toya. He had a stab wound to the right shoulder severed his artery. So that looks like there was either a third party a rival gang maybe or-” he interrupts Tsukauchi.

“Another vigilante.”

And a violent one by the looks of it.

Eraser sighs. Again.

 

Walking up the flight of stairs getting to the door it's unlocked, he steps out into the cold air ‘it's better i'm doing this at night, if nobody sees this, wouldn't wanna give them any trauma he continues walking to the very edge of the rails and- Wow, that's high.

Of course it's high Izuku It's a nine story building! he takes in a breath. His last breath. He shrugs off his bright yellow bag that Kacchan hadn't stopped teasing him about since he got it and he pulls out the note he left for Kacchan and his mo- his mom did he really want to leave his mom?

She put up with him being a waste of space since he was four when they finally found out how much of a useless piece of trash he is. She would miss him-No he was doing this, mom would get over him eventually, it might hurt for a while but she’ll get over it.

He slips offs his shoes and climbs over the railing the only thing keeping him and the ground apart the the cold wind whips at his face his grip loosens on the outside of the rails

And he lets go-

Izuku wakes up gasping for air It's like his lungs suddenly forgot how to do there job and fucking breath. He's currently hyperventilating in his room If you can call it that on the dingy bed the league had in the bar because he may or may not have accidentally exploded his kitchen and needed a place to stay.

Izuku sits up from his bed and tries to calm his breathing but his lungs wont fucking work!-

He’s fine no one is here he’s not middle school anymore Izuku get a grip.

The taste of iron interrupts his thought.

He’d bitten his lip so hard it would surely leave a scar but he didn't have time to think about that as blood was running down his face

“Fucking shit.” He mumbles unsteadily standing up from the bed and wandering over to the bathroom.

Izuku opened the door to the very small and only bathroom in the bar, rummaging through the draws and cabinets to find something anything to patch up his lip.

Toothpaste, burn cream, syringes fucking toga- his breath stills.

Razorblades.

No no no he’s not in middle school he doesn't need that any more.

Izukus gripping onto the edge of the sink, he’s surprised it hasn't cracked.

He tries not to look down at the scars on his arms.

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“Stupid Deku!”

Izukus grabbing at his hair and tugging.

“You can’t be a hero.”

Fingernails planting themselves in his scalp.

Take a swan dive of the roof of the buildin-

Smash!

His fist comes down on to the mirror above the sink, its small shards embedding themselves in his now bleeding knuckles.

Izukus resisting the urge to scream his fucking lungs out not because of the stinging pain radiating in his hand but because he now has to buy the league a new bathroom mirror.

The mirror is completely demolished Izukus blood splattered all over it and a Izuku fist shaped hole in it like a fucked up piece of modern art huh maybe he should have about doing that instead being a idiot and joining the league.

His breathing is heavy and his chest is heaving and- and Izuku does not want to deal with whatever this was right now so he takes a roll of bandages from the cabinet and saunters back to his room.

He’s in the middle of wrapping up his hand when a loud noise starts coming from his pocket.

Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

Izuku doesn't have to check the caller ID to know who's calling him, he sighs and begrudgingly digs his phone out of his pocket and picks up.

“Hey kid! I got another job for ya, it's a big one!”

Giran always had a job for him rain or shine day or night. Izuku didn't mind that much, he likes to keep busy.

“It's just some low level thug, but he's willing to pay 20 million yen!”

Izuku does a double take at that. Did he hear that right? 20 million yen!?
He ignores the pain in his hand he’s been injured on the job before, this was no different. He could do this.

“Who do they want me to take out?”

“Hawks".

The number two hero.

He's about to assassinate the number two hero.

Izuku doesn't have anything against Hawks he's somewhat egotistical and cocky but he also knew Hawks caught the attention of the hero public safety commission at the young age of six and the HPSC bribed his mother to let them take him away to endure physical and mental abuse as apart of their training.

But a job is a job he repeats in his head like a mantra, he cracks his knuckles pulling down his gloves in the process.

He always has the gloves on, they’re black and fingerless with brass knuckles. The only time izuku takes them off is when he's sleeping.

So basically never.

Izuku is crouched down on top of the roof of some office building waiting for Hawks to walk out of his expensive apartment complex Giran had said he had a meeting with the HPSC scheduled in 6 minutes.

He has his pistol trained on the doors of the apartments, Izuku doesn't carry around a sniper he much prefers pistols and with his quirk he didn't exactly need one-

There

Hawks is walking out the doors phone in hand in full hero costume minus his jacket, Izukus about 100 ft away from him he rests his arms on the ledge of the building and takes off the safety, the barrel of Izukus pistol is aimed at Keigo Tamaki’s head.

His thumb rests lightly on the trigger.

Shoot to kill.

He presses down-

Footsteps.

Danger 90%

Izuku spins around just as a man dressed in all black was about to throw his strangely long scarf at Izuku.

Now instead of Hawks staring down the barrel of his gun.

“Eraserhead”

“You're the new vigilante right?” Eraser responds slowly, lifting his hands up to the air, he doesn't blink at the fatal weapon pointed at him. “You took out the Yakuza in Hosu.” Izuku wants to pull his hair, scratch at his skin, instead he grits his teeth. This wasn't supposed to happen.

“Put down the gun.” Eraser is making small discrete steps towards him,Izukus grip hardens and he stills “Sorry Eraser but i can't do that, guns are kinda my thing” His snarky tone seeps into his voice his mask is hiding the sly smirk on his face despite his internal panic.

Eraserhead looked over him clearly trying to see if Izuku had any more weapons on his person, but his eyes landed on his partially exposed arms and his face dropped.

He forgot to pull his gloves back up.

“Your arms-”

its like every alarm bell goes of in his head at Eraser's words and he bares his teeth in a snarl like an animal “I think your gonna have to get going you don't want to keep your husband waiting” he says almost like a threat as he softly walks backwards to the edge of the building his pistol not moving from where its aimed at the underground hero in front of him.

That got a reaction out of Eraser, his expression turning deathly serious seemingly forgetting any previous thought about the oh so many scars gracing his arms “You're gonna have to come with me”. He says voice low and gruff as he wraps his arm around his scarf and swings at Izuku. He's fast but Izuku's faster.

Bang!

A bullet goes straight through Eraserheads arm rendering it useless for the time being, Izuku didn't need to kill him. He came here to do a job, he didn't need any unnecessary problems. The last thing Izuku hears is a strangled yelp before jumping off the roof into a stray dumpster.

 

After a very awkward bus ride and a short walk he makes it back to the bar, he opens the door and looks ove-’fucking Minecraft again-’

“God Aim do you have to come in here smelling like shit every time!?” Shigiraki says voice raspy and annoying as usual his eyes glued to the rundown TV he’s playing on.

Izukus already walking past him but before he goes into the bathroom to wash the the scent of absolute garbage off of him-“Says the ball sack looking mother fucker!” he yells as he enters the bathroom.

“What did you say!? You littl-

The door clicks shut, izuku rotates the lock, turns around and-

The smashed bloodied mirror from earlier was on full display. He’d forgotten about that.

Shit.

 

 

Aizawa isn't a particularly angry person he prides himself on his stoic demeanour but when the vigilante mentioned Hizashi he lost his cool leaving him injured and letting the vigilante get away. .

From what he could see behind the mask the vigilante was young he couldn't be any older than eighteen and he obviously has skill with firearms guns are kinda my thing he recalls the vigilante saying which is concerning to say the least.

But the most concerning thing was his arms. Scars layered over scars old and new in all different directions going up as far as Aizawa could see with the vigilante’s gloves pulled partially down.

He needs to track this vigilante? assassin? down.

But that might be a little hard without a name

He sighs.

Shota is tired.

Notes:

Thank you all so much for the support! i would love some feedback on this fic! this chapter's longer than the first one and took me a very long to complete! I'll try to upload at least one a week :))

Chapter 3: Not a new chapter

Hey guys this isn't a new chapter just wanted to talk a little about the future of this fic and updates and all that. First of all this fic isn't abandoned! I know I haven't been uploading for the past few months but I promise there's chapters in the works i'll try my best to upload at least once a month from now on and I don't plan on stopping this fic anytime soon. Second of all people can follow my Twitter if your interested in updates polls answering beta reads and all that jazz my Twitter @Moetheetoe. lastly thank you all so much for the support and interest I have gotten for this fic this is my first time writing and I greatly appreciate it :) love, Moethetoe.

Chapter 4: Off the rails

Summary:

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So alas he slips his gloves on and jumps through one of the broken windows down onto the rusty fire escape into the alleyway and starts walking.

 

 

He tries to ignore the feeling of eyes watching him.

 

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Off the rails: To lose control and start to behave in a uncontrolled or unacceptable manner.

Izuku is tired.

It's his day off wooo! He's getting ready to go run a couple of errands but for the first time in a while he was going out in public not as Aim but himself. As Izuku.

And well… he may be avoiding the leagues base for now after his little…meltdown so he’s currently staying in the abandoned Musutafu mall it’s covered in growing greenery and it isn't stable to say the least but the best thing of all was that a few of the abandoned stores are still stocked, clothes, books and-

The liquor store.

Okay so maybe he’s picked up a bad habit or two but he’s fine! Completely absolutely totally fine! Sometimes he has a drink every now and then so what? Sure he has the lung capacity of a asthmatic chihuahua from the abundance but the alcohol helps calm him down and that is one thing izuku definitely is not right now calm because he was almost caught by Eraserhead and his hands ache and oh my God Eraser saw his scars-

Anyway.

He has to take a quick trip to Jwa’s convenience store y'know errands and stuff.

So alas he slips his gloves on and jumps through one of the broken windows down onto the rusty fire escape into the alleyway and starts walking.

He tries to ignore the feeling of eyes watching him.

 

Danger 93%

 

The bell rings as He walks through the sliding doors of the convenience store before he makes a beeline for the front counter.

Behind said counter is in fact not Jwa like usual but a teenager that looks around Izuku's age he has bright purple hair and eye bags that could even rival his own Jeez this kid needs some melatonin.

“Marlboros. Please.”

He mumbles and he’s almost startled by the sound of his own voice god does his voice really sound like that? Raspy and tired which he guesses makes sense with the smoke and his constant lack of sleep mainly to do with his super legal vigilantism and all but it's odd to not hear his usual deep modulated voice from his mask. Now that he’s out in public just as himself but it doesn't sound like him at least not who he used to be he's not in middle school anymore he's not weak anymore he-

“Aren't you a bit young to be buying these?” His train of thought is suddenly cut off by the cashier speaking. Speaking to him. He looks Izuku up and down with shameless suspicion in his eyes. He obviously thinks Izuku's too young to be buying something like cigarettes which he is. But you see Izuku always comes prepared. He flashes his very fake ID that says he’s definitely old enough and doesn't have the name of a young boy presumed dead a year ago.

“I'm nineteen.”

Izuku lies through his teeth looking up at the cashier-Shinsou-his brain supplies as his eyes flicker down to the name tag on the teenagers shirt as said cashier leans closer to get a good look at Izuku’s ID.

Shinsou scoffs looking down at him an exasperated expression on his face if looks could kill he would be stone cold dead right now. He still looks over Izuku's ID one last time then back up at him before eventually sighing and turning to the locked cabinet behind him to get this very clearly underage kid his smokes.

Success.

“2800 yen.”

Shinsou chucks them onto the counter carelessly and Izuku paid without another word. He didn't bother thanking the cashier before heading out the doors he stuffs the pack into his pocket and starts to walk once again this time heading to the direction of the warehouse He still had a few errands to run yet.

 

He arrives back at the mall covered in blood.

Again.

But hey this time it's his own!...though he's not sure that's much better.

He grips his shoulder in pain as he stumbles his way back into the mall through the shattered window It isn't often Izuku gets injured on a mission but he slipped up like some amateur today and nearly got himself killed, some low level thugs were trying to rob a bank and when he was distracted and bang! He's pretty sure they nicked an artery because there is blood everywhere and a lot of it. It's almost funny Aim getting shot. He thinks to himself before accidently knocking his shoulder on a musty column.

Almost.

He groans in pain at the impact but despite the growing urge to take a nice spontaneous pain free nap on the floor right now he slowly makes his way to the deserted comic book store where he’s been sleeping for the past few days its stacked with empty vodka bottles and notebooks he has proudly claimed the place as his own. But he stops in his tracks when he sees a tuft of purple hair out of the corner of his eye. A very recognisable very familiar tuft of purple hair.

Izuku moves closer to the store swaying at every step, his footsteps getting slower clumsier and that's when he suddenly he hears a very spooked yelp as the comic store comes into full view.

There sits the cashier from earlier which he just can’t remember the name of maybe that's the blood loss but that doesn't matter right now anyway said cashier…teen…boy whatever his name is is sitting in Izuku’s spot a look of what can only be described of absolute panic at his sudden bloody appearance on the kids face and as Izuku stands there dazed and in pain it feels like his head is getting lighter and his eyes are getting heavier and-

“What the fuck-!?”

Thud.

There's that nap Izuku was talking about.

Izuku is tired.

Notes:

Hi everyone so sorry I've been gone so long! I've been dealing with a lot of personal stuff but I'll try and post more though it probably won't be consistent sorry this chapter a little short hope you enjoy they'll be more to come! This is a late night post so I'll be doing some slight editing through out the day just to tweak some things with the format but just enjoy the new chapter for now:-)

Notes:

Hi everyone this is my first fic and its probably not great but i'll try to update as regularly as i can :)

 

Izuku Midoriya:
VIgilante name: Aim
Quirk: Trigger happy: The higher his adrenaline the better his precision/Aim!. This also gives him the ability Danger Sense. his quirk also doesn't just apply to guns it can work on knives, bows, darts etc.