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"Hey Kid!" Deku doesn't even blink when the man calls for him, continuing to study the results of the chemical composition on the monitor, "Get over here!"
He just shakes his head, "I'm busy."
"Now, you little shit."
The boy sighs, closing his eyes before pushing the chair to stand, careful to avoid spilling the toxic chemicals on the wire rack next to his desk.
The man was in his twenties, maybe thirties at the oldest, but the drug use aged him like he was fifty. Presently, his strung out eyes told Izuku he was high out of his mind, "What do you want?"
"Mmm," the man hums, "for some sweet ass on my dick."
The guy was a handsy pervert, who Izuku had to resist punching every day of his life, "No."
The man grumbles something to himself, fidgeting at what seems like nothing, "What did you take?"
Stumbling to his feet the man tries to swing at the boy, but misses and instead falls on top of Deku who can just barely hold his dead weight, "Mother fucker..."
He lowers him to the ground, grabbing on to his wrists to drag him outside, "Youre going to kill us all if you work in this condition," he barely manages to say between his heavy breaths.
"Mmm, Deku," the bastard can't even keep his eyes open, "I'll treat ya to a... to a nice dinner..."
Deku uses his hip to open the door, though quickly remembers he doesn't have his key. He lets the door fall onto the man when he's only halfway through so he can maneuver himself over, back inside, to push him the rest of the way.
However, he freezes when he looks up, and sees several flashes and eyes glowing back at him. He straightens up slowly as a hero whispers, "Take it easy kid."
His heart pounding loudly in his ears, he slams his hand against the red emergency button, sirens erupting from the speakers of the warehouse, "Goddammit!"
A police officer pulls him from the building, knocking him to the ground so the heroes can enter to apprehend the dozen or so chemists and engineers who try to evacuate, "Get off of me!" the boy shouts before the man knocks the wind from him.
While he's choking on air, he feels cuffs cut into his wrists, "How many exits are in there?"
"Go fuck yourself," the boy hisses as the officer drags him to his feet.
He keeps demanding answers, but before he can call him a pig a man has the cop by his collar, "Take it easy! He's just a kid."
Said kid narrows his eyes. Present Mic, voice quirk. Apparently he could make peoples ears bleed and ring for days. His best attacks come from a distance, though he has decent hand-to-hand combat skills. Primarily works in drug busts and special team-up recon units.
The cop grumbles something, putting him in the back of a cruiser at the hero's request. Still the boy can't move due to the quirk suppressant cuffs that chain him to a steel bar on the roof. He kicks the seat in front of him, "Damn it!"
He flinches when he hears the sounds of crashing coming from inside. He's spent the better part of three months on that project and he refuses to start again. Deku can just watch as the hero's and police officers bring out the rest of his coworkers, each specializing in the development of illegal drugs and weapons for various yakuza. Just opening up a case could land you in prison for twenty years.
But Deku was different.
Izuku Midoriya is fifteen years old, though he hasn't gone by that name in many years. He'd grown up on the streets of Musutafu after his single father gambled a bit too hard and fell into debt to the Dragon yakuza.
The boy was born without a quirk. His father was able to contact All for One, who took his quirk to give the son one at his disposal. Being quirkless in the yakuza was a death sentence, and Izuku was left alone at only five years old, inheriting his father's debt.
The exchange was short, and the trauma didn't allow Izuku to remember too many specifics. All the creature had said was, "The greatest weakness is your name. Get rid of it, and you'll be undefeatable."
Hisashi Midoriya locked him in a room for three months. He never heard his name from his father's mouth again. The two would practice using Izuku's new quirk, his father bringing him targets. He killed two birds, a rabbit, a dog, and three people over the course of those three months. The only time he spoke to anyone was in his victims dreams.
Every meal, he thought his name to himself, even if he could never speak it outloud- he was not going to forget who he was.
His father died only a week after his release, but his abuser was only replaced with the older members of the yakuza. No one remembered his name, no one knew about his quirk. He was just a kid who was too young to work to pay off his debt.
He started running off when he was ten, a year after they started using him for sex. He'd spend hours in the library every day he could, learning how to read. He was there so much the librarian bought him a few student workbooks so he could learn mathematics. The public building was a sanctuary from the cold winters and the hot summer days, but soon Izuku learned that they weren't looking out for him either- his father had taught him how to sniff out a social worker a mile away.
In the end, he'd always end up back with the yakuza. If he was gone long enough to notice, they'd beat him. But they'd give him food after. And he was always hungry.
Eventually his self-education had progressed to chemistry and engineering. He was only 11 when he started volunteering to help out around the different labs, using their discarded products and studying blueprints. He began to develop his own ideas, and when he executed them nearly perfectly at just twelve years old, they began to train him.
He learned that as he got older, people outside of the Dragon would pay to have sex with him. He didn't have a choice with them, they housed him, fed him, and gave him a chance to pay back his debt. So, every few months when he attempted to leave, he'd last a few weeks rather than days.
He had just crawled back to them, swallowing his pride and accepting the punishments. Three months later, he's watching the men who trained him, who beat him, who raped him- being loaded into large security vans. It was honestly cathartic.
Time to figure out how he's going to get out of this one.
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The officer brings the food into the station, handing it off to Eraser as he's heading that way. Aizawa meets his husband and the police officer on the other side. He hands the three pizza boxes to his husband, the two grocery bags with snacks and drinks Tsukauchi's job. He pours himself some lukewarm coffee, "So, what's up?" He narrows his eyes at the kid sprawled out on the couch.
"This kid was in the warehouse during the raid. We want to get the cuffs off him so he's more at ease."
Aizawa raises an eyebrow at his husband, "Really? He can't be older than twelve. Do kids get that level of security clearance in a drug production facility?"
Yamada places his ear piece, "Can you put those paper plates on top of the boxes?"
"You really called me at three in the morning for this?"
Tsukauchi smiles as the blonde apologizes, "We really appreciate it."
Aizawa rolls his eyes, grabbing a seat, "Whatever. You're the one who's gonna apologize to Tamaki and Togata." He thinks of the groggy boys he had woken up to look after Eri.
The boy sits up when the detective opens the door, his mouth watering at the scent as he stands. They place the food on the table, and as the hero begins to unpack the bag of takeout, the detective approaches, "I'm Detective Tsukauchi. Present Mic and I need to ask you a few questions, and we'd like to get those cuffs off you."
He doesn't know if he's ever seen that much food in his entire life. He hesitates to take his eyes off of it for even a moment, but he does grin as he spares the man a glance, "So, I talk to you guys and I get food? Done."
Once the cuffs are off, he greedily grabs three slices of pizza, stacking them on top of each other and taking a bite as he takes the entire takeout container of noodles. The hero hands him a plate, "Slow down, the food's not going anywhere."
Deku doesn't care enough to glare, but he at least sets his pizza on his plate before snatching a pack of cookies, "So, first thing's first, your full name and your birthday."
The two men don't miss how the boy pauses before slurping the largest portion of noodles in history. He takes a smaller bite of pizza, half covering his mouth as he answers, "Most people call me Kid or Deku. I was born in the summer, July 2006 or 2007."
Tsukauchi nods, "I'm sorry, but we need the name and date on your birth certificate."
He rests his elbows on the table, ripping into the cookies before grabbing the water, "I... I don't know, sir. I've never seen it," he looks at them nervously, "I've gone by Kid ever since I can remember, people started calling me Deku within the last few years."
Aizawa sits back, the chair creaking sounding like how his body feels. He didn't like this approach of using food as a tool to make him talk, "I don't have one," he answers regarding his quirk.
Izuku tries to eat as fast as he can, and the dark haired man can only watch. He notices that the more answers he doesn't give the faster he eats, "'Zashi, tell him that you won't take the food away, even if he doesn't have answers. At this rate he's gonna be sick."
"Alright, Kid, you're going to throw up if you eat that fast. I promise, we're not gonna take it from you, even if you don't answer. Just take it easy."
The green haired teenager takes another large bite, but that's his last one before he slows down. The last thing he wanted to do was vomit and waste all of it. He grabs another package of cookies and two more slices of pizza just in case, but he puts them on his plate to be eaten calmly.
When he's done with his triple stacked pizza, he responds to the question, "I've never been to school, primary or middle school. I learned how to read in public libraries, and then I found books on science and engineering and taught myself those concepts."
Aizawa really takes the boy in when Tsukauchi asks which libraries, and he grabs a pen and pad of paper to take notes.
The green curly hair was weighed down by grease, reaching the boys chin. His skin was pale, but dirty with splotches of mud from being thrown to the ground. Only one soulmate mark was visible on his wrist, but black, indicating he had yet to find his soulmate.
His clothes have holes, duct tape holds together his sneakers. He has a paper thin hoodie about two sizes two small, and his pants were about three sizes too big. His frame was far too small for a fifteen year old boy, looks to be due to malnourishment.
He's protective of his food, avoids questions regarding his identity, very polite thus far. Says his dad raised him but won't go into detail.
Shota raises his eyebrows at the next answer, immediately telling his husband to have him repeat it.
"I'm sorry, can you elaborate on that?" Hizashi asks for his husband.
Izuku tilts his head, biting into a string cheese, "I help develop weapons with various versions of outputs. I don't have much say in the chemical parts, but I engineer the instrument used to disperse the chemical components so I have to make sure that-" Deku begins to mutter to himself before the police detective interrupts.
"So you're responsible for the wave of guns with quirk effectors that have been spreading?"
The boy chuckles, one of his first genuine smiles of the night, "You're giving me a bit too much credit. For firearms of any kind to be mass produced, the development would have started nearly two years ago. I've been working on the same project for three months, and before that I was consulting with another yakuza for eight months," he wipes the grease off his face with his sleeve, "I wouldn't have had the time."
"So you are an active member of the Shie Hassaikai?" Present Mic asks in the most serious tone of the night.
"Ah, not quite, sir. That's where I was sent to consult."
The blonde man just hums as the detective moves on, "Have you ever been held against your will, neglected, or assaulted by the Shie Hassaikai or any other yakuza?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but that's a question I will not answer." He holds the box of noodles in a death grip, "I won't give any statements that can be used to prosecute any yakuza member."
The detective sighs, rubbing his face with his hands, "Do you recognize that if you refuse to cooperate, a plea bargain will be off the table? You'll spend the rest of your childhood in a juvenile detention center, and that will go into your permanent record."
Deku blinks twice, slurping up the final noodles before setting the takeout box on the table, "They'll give me three meals a day, right? A roof, hell a mattress," he closes his eyes, imagining the bliss, "Heat in the winter, air conditioning in the summer. That already sounds a whole lot better than the childhood I've had so far."
Aizawa grits his teeth, but his husband speaks exactly what he was thinking, "This won't be some vacation, Kid. People aren't kind to those without quirks. You'll either be put in isolation for your protection, or be used in inappropriate manners."
The kid was clearly tired. He'd taken Adderall two days before so he hadn't slept since. So he opens his pack of cookies, "I like being alone, and at least I'll get to have sex with someone under thirty."
Hizashi has to make a conscious effort to not vomit at such a casual comment. Both him and Tsukauchi hear Aizawa in their ear, telling them the ADA just arrived.
The two men excuse themselves, telling the kid they'd be right back.
The attorney was clearly exhausted and as soon as the doors shut she gets straight to the point as Eraser had filled her in, "He's admitted to working for the yakuza, and won't tell you his name. Book him."
Hizashis eyes narrow, "We're talking to him as a witness, not a suspect. He doesn't have parents so the second we begin to question him about his crimes the guardian ad. litem has to be called." (Guardian ad. litem = court appointed lawyer for minors to represent their best interests)
"I want him charged as an adult."
Aizawa laughs in disbelief, and demands she take a look at the kid sitting behind the glass. He had gone back to scarfing down the food, "Hes a victim, ma'am. We can't send him to detention or prison, that's all it will take for him to realize that the system is working against him. He can turn his life around if we just give him a chance."
The attorney sighs. The boy looked so little as he reached for the second pizza. The fluorescent lighting was giving her a headache, so she closes her eyes and as she's rubbing her temples she says, "He can't be dumped into a foster or group home. He's a danger to the community and if he runs away and falls back into old habits- it's on me."
Shotas mid argument when Tsukauchi interrupts, "So, take him out of the community. Send him to UA."
Hizashi looks past his husband to the kid, "Yeah. He can stay with me and Shota. We can keep an eye on him."