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Izuku stood at the edge of the roof looking down. He had a bottle of Vodka in his hands, his brain fuzzy from his intoxication, giggling as he burped. He swayed at the edge, letting himself get closer and closer to the edge, enjoying the exhilarating feeling of feeling the wind rush by.
“Stop where you are”
Izuku looked around, to where the voice came from. His eyes met the dark figure on the roof opposite.
“Oh Eraserhead! Strange seeing you here tonight” Izuku waved sloppily, giggling.
“Hey Spirit” the pro answered sheepishly, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose, in hope that they would stop the headache the teen was about to give him.
The teenager was well known in the underground hero scene, due to the fact that almost all of them had tried to catch him at some point. He was slippery though, and nobody had had success so-far.
Detective Tsukauchi had asked all of the underground pros to keep an eye out for the cause of his chronic migraines in hope of him being identified, or even caught.
The boy acted reckless, took on fights that seemed to be impossible to win and was an absolute nightmare to talk to because of his sassy nature. On top of those points the child had access to alcoholic beverages, so they didn’t just have a teen who thought he could take law into his own hands, they had a DRUNK TEEN who thought he could take on everyone, everything and their mothers.
“What are you gonna tell me tonight mr fancy hero man?” Izuku called, still giggling, as he let himself sway towards the edge of the roof, keeping the hero tense and on guard. “Do I need to put on my big boy pyjamas and go to bed?” He waved towards the sky.
The hero sighed, already raising his capture weapon. He didn’t trust the kid to not accidentally fall from the roof, especially when he was acting the way he was.
Izuku grinned slyly, taking the last swig from his bottle, before throwing it to the pro. “CATCH”
Using the distraction, he slid down some piping at the edge of the building, and by the time Eraserhead had noticed the trick, the boy as already gone.
“Fuck” the pro hero muttered under his breath, embarrassed, that he had fallen for such a cheap trick.