He was pretty much as well known as All Might by this point.

The green haired boy.

Midori they called him.

He was at all hero fights, taking notes, cheering them on and watching them with awe. He'd even tune into Present Mic's radio show and offered up analysis on the fights from days or even hours before, all with insightful knowledge not befitting a young middle schooler, but they were impressed.

But they never had the chance to speak to him, since he always vanished into the crowd and left without a trace.

Some were skeptical and wanted to know what was in those notebooks, and Eraserhead was one of those who took action to find out. He'd snuck into the boy's room, impressed at the sheer number of hero merch, top ground and underground and grabbed one of 11 notebooks that spoke about heroes. At least he assumed.

The kid wrote in fucking code and for the life of him he couldn't crack it. So he took some photos and went to Nezu with it, placing everything back in its place before leaving.

Be it as it may, the dog, mouse, bear thing was impressed and was unable to decipher the code, coming to the conclusion that the boy made it up himself and that he was the only one who could read it. So Eraserhead went back to get either the mother or boy's info when he felt fear coursed through him. On the boys desk was one of the older books with the note

'You can take this one to look at. This is when I first began to develop my code. I like heroes, so that's why I write in code; just in case. I hope you find this one imfortative! Have a nice day Eraserhead!'

It was cutesy and had bunnies on it, and he knew that the underground hero was the one to grab it the first time. Looking around he cursed when he saw a small camera and then realized of course the kid would have one, those notebooks were like his freaking Bible. Opening the book he balked at an Eraserhead entry and saw in newly written ink 'Eraserhead Analysis 1.0'.

Does that mean the newer ones are better, updated versions?

Then where were they?

Looking around he opened the closet and gaped at the safe their and moved to open it before seeing the brand.

Damn...how much had the kid spent on it? Those notebooks must be really important then…

Looking closer he noticed more locked manually drilled into the door of the safe, at least three others.

Holy shit…

"These are so good! And it's only 1.0," Present Mic screeched, the others ignoring him in favor of reading their own entries. They had called all the heroes who was in the book the boy offered, ranging from Nighteye to Fat Gum.

Hawks had joined, the 19 year old having seen the green head multiple times and attempting to talk to him; but he'd been evaded every single time.

"This kid is so smart," Tensei, or the Turbo Hero-Ingenium gushed. "I remember seeing him and then being pounced on by Edgeshot," the hero in question glaring at the other before going back to his own papers, "on if I managed to speak to him. Kid's like a cryptid or something!"

"Impressive, and the state of the writing leads me to believe that he was around 6 or 7," Nighteye sighed as he placed the book down, the analysis having been rewritten due to the messy kanji. "I may have seen him a few times as well.

"He's one smart cookie," Selkie smiled, Gang Orca looking down at the paper contemplative. "And I tried to speak to him once, but he was either distracted or more interested in the conch shell he found.."

"He had good ideas on techniques for utilizing my quirk," Best Jeanist observed, leaning back as he looked through that section. "Even I couldn't think this stuff up...He's how old now?"

"He's going to be a first year middle schooler."

"He might need specialized schooling," Nezu offered, a bit miffed he didn't have an entry, but with how many he attempted to fit into one jounral-it was safe to assume he did have one in another journal. Somewhere. "He's far too intelligent if he wrote this at 7."

"You going to tutor him," Eraserhead asked, looking down from his own analysis. He will say that he had seen the boy once or twice at the beginning of his patrol, the kid waving at him from the ground as he rested on the top of buildings. "He's perceptive. Hiding a camera directed not into his whole room but at his desk where the notebooks are. Only a few are out at a time. I saw he had a safe, and the keys were missing."

"He is one prepared kid," Hawks gaped. "And he's so cute!"

Snipe came in with a knock, looking a bit sheepish as one can get from a masked hero.

"We..um...we got a problem," he coughed as more heroes came in.

"You have Midori's notebook," was the the main statement yelled as they came into the rather large meeting room.

Did you talk to him, was second.

"Did you get the email," Nezu asked Eraserhead calmly.

"His mother's or his?"

"Both, but I would prefer the boy's," Nezu smiled and the room became deathly quiet as all eyes turned to them.

"Here," he handed the principle a slip of paper.

"Good, I'll contact him now and hopefully he'll be here sometime this week to take an IQ test before the school year starts."

That was code for-

Clear up your schedule for next week, now was the time to finally meet the kid who was the cryptid of the hero community.

Nezu was impressed at how fast each whipped out their phones to call the government or other heroes who'd seen the boy.

"By the way," the newbie who was rising fast in popularity, Kaumi Woods, began. "What is his name?"

Everyone became silent once more and turned to Eraserhead. Even Nezu didn't know his name.

"Midoriya," he said, many gaping as they realized their nickname wasn't too far off from his real name. "Midoriya Izuku."

Izuku…

For days on end the heroes mulled over the name, unsure if they call him out or go out looking for him.

Not that they needed to in all, all they really needed to do was go to a hero fight and look around. Chances are they would find him, nose stuffed in that notebook, writing notes down on their quirks and the villains with the same amount of enthusiasm as ever.

But they managed to refrain from doing that...but it was hard.

They finally had a name to the face they all knew and desperately wanted to speak to him, Present Mic nearly sent them all into cardiac when he nearly called Midoriya, who called himself Mi-kun, his name on his show.

Needless to say that ass kicking he got was enough to make he cancel his show until Midoriya took his test. He had responded nearly 30 minutes later, Nezu posing as a college professor who had seen Midoriya's test scores, and the boy was so sweet even through EMail!

Unfortunately, if Nezu wanted to fully take him out of school he'd need to take a physical to see if he was qualified in that aspect.

So...they cleared up the day he was supposed to come in and waited for the day they could watch him and make a training regiment in exchange for tips on their quirks.

Best Jeanist was the only one to have a special little experience two days before Izuku was scheduled to be there for his test.

Or horrific.

You can decide.

It was nothing more than a routine patrol with his newest sidekick by his side. Both conversing on Izuku, as the sidekick had seen him in three fight the last 2 days and wanted to ask his mentor about the kid.

Tsuganu assured him that you get used to the green haired fluff ball at hero fights and come to expect him, and if he's not at yours chances are he's at another.

They had been walking when an explosion went off as a man with an oil quirk and another with a flicker quirk began to blow up vendors stalls. Best Jeanist cursed as he used is fibers to pull the people back, calling out for some other heroes to get on the scene as his sidekick used illusions to distract him.

It was just his luck that Endeavor of all people showed up.

Don't get him wrong, the second best hero is good and all for fighting, but this man had a fucking oil quirk. Unless this was a different world, Fire and Oil make an even bigger BOOM.

His sidekick yelped as Endeavor rushed to the villains, screeching in pain as the flames burned away at his costume and into his flesh-he'd need to go to the burn unit for sure-and his suit caught on fire.

"Stop, drop and roll," Jeanist yelled as the flames grew, his sidekick in fear and pain as fire obscured his vision.

"Ah! Here!" That voice.

Suddenly his sidekick was drenched with water as Midoriya Izuku threw a bucket of it on him, managing to put out the flames. The other nodded as he fell to his knees and gasped in both shock and panic.

"Thank you," Jeanist gasped, coming to kneel beside the burned hero. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah-KID WATCH IT," he screamed as a column of flames shot toward the young boy, Endeavor's punch being redirected. The Hero merely huffing before heading back out to fight.

Izuku, as any child, froze in pure fear at the fire came hurling at him, Best Jeanist wasting no time in unleashing his quirk and pulling him into his embrace, uncaring of the tear stains on his shirt.

"You can cry...it's alright," he swallowed. "I've got you…."

The fight was ended pretty quickly after that, Jeanist-in no mood to have it drag out longer-focused all his energy in manipulating the clothes of both of them, making them stumble to the ground right before the police.

He ignored Endeavor's yelling as the paramedics came and hauled his burned, but smiling side kick away. When Jeanist raised a brow, the other merely pointed to a shaking Izuku and gave another smile.

"Are you hurt," Jeanist asked, kneeling down to be face to face with him.

"My...my skin feels warm...but I wasn't burned…" he shyly admitted.

"Let's get some cooling pads on the area," he sighed, leading the boy that way. "And thank you for putting out Hiro-kun. I was unable to do anything and...well he did as anyone else would while being burned alive…"

"Thet bucket was right there and he was screaming so loud ...I needed to do something," he murmured, Jeanist before sighing and ruffling his hair and marveling at its softness.

"Thank you once more."

"O..of course," Izuku nodded, Tsuganu resisting the urge to hug the boy once more. "C...can I get your autograph?"

"Of-"

"JEANIST!"

Oh...him…

"Yes, Endeavor," he sighed. "And mind keeping the flames off. You almost burned both my sidekick and this boy," he snarled.

"They shouldn't have been in my way," he snapped.

"They weren't. You couldn't contain those villains and your fire went out of control again," he hissed, pushing Izuku gently behind him. It wouldn't do him well to have Endeavor recognize him; because he has made his displeasure of the No. 2's actions well known and it was by sheer luck that Naomasa managed to stop him from getting the boy's address. "Stop making excuses."

"You-"

"Why am I not surprised," Naomasa sighed as he came forward. "Endeavor, most of this damage is your fault and…"

"Can you get home," he turned to Izuku; the boy nodding before smiling and handing his book. Jeanist took it with a huff before signing his name with a flourish. "Be careful."

"Thank you Best Jeanist sir!"

"Of course…" he bit his tongue to not say Izuku's name.

He watched as the boy left, already thinking about how he would gloat to the others.

And gloat he did.

A week later, Edgeshot and Eraserhead stood side by side as they looked at the school where sources said that Izuku Midoriya was often at.

They still had yet to tell the boy one who would be picking him up and where his IQ test actually was...but semantics. They also learned the only reason he actually accepted the IQ test was out of curiosity; but said he had no ride as his mom worked the evening shift on the day he was free. Many heroes where quick to offer up services, wanting to finally speak with the kid, but Edgeshot and Eraseread where chosen.

One because of their calm demeanor and two because Izuku already saw Eraserhead.

There was only about a month left in school before they would have some time off and then begin their new experience in middle school.

School was let out an hour ago and three boys were waiting at the gate, presumably for Izuku as they spoke of him.

"At least he walks home with friends," Edgeshot sighed, smiling as the young kids talked about some heroes that they loved, All Might being very prominent.

Though, for whatever reason the ever stoic and logical heroes could not explain the clenching in their gut as they watched a blonde with red eyes. His sneer made them tense up and his flexing fingers had Eraserhead reaching for his capture weapon, waiting for him to explode.

The sound of footsteps had him looking up from his gaze on the blonde.

"Look," Eraserhead pointed, the boy, Izuku; coming up with a depressed gate and a limp.

"His face," Edgeshot immediately got up. "And...and his arm…"

The boy's left side was swollen and turning a purplish color, his was limping and his arm was covered in bandages. The three boys noticed him and went to him, the two heroes believing them to comfort the boy until they heard the words exchanged.

"Oi Deku," the blonde, the leader it seemed, sneered as he went to Izuku.

Deku?

"Y...yes Kacchan," he whimpered. "I...is there something you need?"

"Seems like the nurse couldn't heal a useless wimp like you," he laughed. "Or wouldn't considering that would mean touching a quirkless freak like you!"

Oh no.

"We make our way slowly," Eraserhead murmured, nodding.

"T..that's not true," Izuku sniffed, stepping back as the other slammed a fist into his hand and an explosion went off. "I just didn't want to take up too much of her time!"

"Sure," the boy laughed, the other two mocking Izuku. "Sure you did. Just admit no one wants you and give up that stupid fuckin dream of being a quirkless hero! Cause Imma be No.1"

"I won't! I have to have hope Kacchan," the other sounded more impassioned and the two heroes believed him. After all, they relied on their brains, Eraserhead more so; but Edgeshot was actually trained in the ways of the shinobi. "I will be a symbol! Just like All Might! I will be the symbol of hope!"

The two heroes actually smiled at that.

"What your saying is really...," the other panted, his hands flexing. That was the heroes only warning.

But they weren't fast enough.

"...IS REALLY FUCKING PISSING ME OFF! YOU SHITTY DEKU!"He roared, punching Izuku on the right side of his face with an explosion going off. They froze for a single moment, fear making their hearts clench as Izuku, the boy in which cheered them on and talked about them so lovingly...was sent flying.

They could see his right side was reddening and his right lip busted open, both pros flinched at the crack his body made as it hit the wall of the school gate and tensed at his choked gasp of pain.

His eyes killed them.

They were like prisoner of war eyes, one that was resigned to their treatment and the fact that it was now their life. Eyes of a broken man whose pride had been stripped and he had nothing to live for.

It was not a look for a child, not a look for Izuku, to have in their eyes.

The heroes wasted little time in wrapping up the boys and rushing to Izuku.

"You three are never going to get close to a Hero Course," Eraserhead snarled. "Much less be No. 1," he mocked to the blonde, the boy's eyes widening as they saw Edgeshot pick up the dazed and nearly unconscious Izuku.

"Izuku," the hero murmured, the boy's eyes unfocused and far away. "Izuku I need you to stay awake. Can you do that? Izuku?"

"I...I...yeah," he nodded. "T..this isn't as bad as the other times...I'll be fine in an hour…" he murmured, both heroes hearing his confession. "W...who are you…."

"Get him to Recovery Girl and then tell Nezu what happened," Eraserhead tightened his grip on the boys and used his quirk on the other. "I'll stay until Naomasa gets here."

"Very well," Edgeshot nodded, before rushing off. "I am going to be moving fast ...but trust me...okay?"

"Your a hero," he sounded so happy, head lolling against the others chest.

"Yes...Yes I am a hero."

He could only hope the boy wouldn't have a freak out once he realized where he was…

And that the others wouldn't have a heart attack about his condition.

Honestly...I just wanted to explore this path. Comment on what you think and Check out my series, Agency A-1 for you Academia fans!