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It had been 3 months since Aizawa learned that Midoriya Izuku wasn't a force to be messed with.

Despite knowing that the kid was keeping an eye on him, Aizawa has been doing the same. Some things Midoriya can do now that he's stopped pretending to be weak are just concerning.

Teachers have reported to Aizawa that Midoriya has been seen dodging rubber bullets, testing his aim, and parkour. It confused Aizawa to no end but everytime he went to see for himself, Midoriya had left already.

His questions would soon be answered when Midoriya interrupted class. .

"Sensei? I'm sorry to bother but I'm getting an important phone call, may I take it outside?" Izuku asked, embarrassed.

Aizawa paused and nodded, knowing it wasn't like the kid to interupt for no reason.

Midoriya pulled a burner from his shoe and quickly half sprinted to the door, where students could hear the start of "The fuck you want?"

"Jirou" Aizawa spoke up, nodding when she held up a jack.

"I can only hear him and not the phone."

"That's fine"

"He's talking about contracts and deals. The person he's talking to is breaking his part of the deal...now he's asking for a target? I think. Whatever name was given made him laugh and-Shit!" Jirou cursed as she yanked her jack from the floor.

"What's wrong?" Aizawa asked.

"He knows I'm listening, he's playing a dog whistle." She muttered.

"Alright, you tried. I can send you to Recovery Girl once he comes back." Aizawa offered, choosing to just continue the lesson when he received a head shake.
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"No one should be listening now. So talk."

"Listen I know this target is a little out of the shadows. But the boss-"

"I actually don't give any shits about the boss. He signed our deal in blood and so did I. I owe you all nothing.' Izuku cut off.

"Kid, you know that our men are not the best to put it lightly."

"Not the best? Bitch, your men, using that term liberally, couldn't hit a close range target with a scope."

"That's why the boss is requesting you. With Dragon MIA and Serpent unreachable we need your help Snake."

"I'm done with that profession, you can tell your boss to choke." Izuku responded, bored.

"He won't like that, are you sure you can handle what he'll do?"

"If he can get onto campus, then good for him, but he won't make much damage."

Midorya hung up the phone and held back the urge to slam the burner to the floor. Taking a few breaths, Midoriya knocked on the door and waited to be allowed in.

"Everything alright Midoriya?" Aizawa asked as he opened the door to let the boy in.

"Yes sensei, false alarm." Midoriya replied easily.
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2 weeks later and the call had been mostly forgotten.

Aizawa had given a free period and was unsurprisingly sleeping. Not that anyone could fault him, their teacher had only returned from a raid an hour ago and had been healed in less time.

Midoriya was also taking advantage of the free period to nap while Kirishima and Bakugo talked and occasionally ran a hand through the sleeping student's hair.

But fuck if this wasn't the problem class, the loud speakers rang out over the classroom and seemingly school.

"Come out where ever you are Snake! I know you're here!'

Midoriya shifted in his seat as the class quietly processed the information. Momo, surprisingly, was the first to talk.

"Snake? That can't be right, he's been gone for 2 years now." She mused.

"Oh yeah! After Dragon was MIA 6 years back. Serpent becoming unreachable 4 years ago, Snake was the last of that family to go off the radar." Hagakure spoke up.

Aizawa climbed out of his sleeping bag ready to address the class, and question the girls when Midoriya intervened.

"Sit down Sensei you don't have the stamina or energy to fight right now. And ladies? Don't over analyze my family." Izuku said tiredly as he started rifting through his bag, ignoring the gasps from the girls.

"It's my job to protect you students. No matter what." Aizawa responded.

"Not right now it isn't. So sit back down. You can't legally interfere anyway, it's technically Mafia business." Midoriya ordered.

"So we're just sitting ducks?" Aizawa asked, frustrated.

"Only Mafia business can interfere with mafia business. And judging by Sapphire and Chameleon's convo, only the 3 of us can." Midorya grunted as he pulled a small box that had gotten stuck, out of his bag.

"Yes that would make sense. Only a weapons branch member could disappear so easily." Momo mused.

"That's a lot of talk for a Merchant child. The daylight branch isn't all parties either." Toru teased.

"Oh hush. Saph, I need a gun. Chameleon will probably need blades. Can you handle that?" Izuku asked, smirking when he got a scoff in response.

"Let me help Zuku! I can be your shield." Kirishima yelled out.

Izuku turned and affectionately held the redheads face and shook his head. "No, they have a quirk that turns off all quirks in a 50 yard radius. But thank you foxy."

"Your gun, Snake" Momo handed Midoriya a beautifully crafted pistol. A serpent, dragon, and snake were woven together on the weapon in varying shades of metallic green.

"Such a pretty weapon!' Hagakure said as she also admired the gun.

Momo flushed under the attention, "Thank you."

While Momo made weapons, the class and Aizawa watched carefully, no one really knowing what to say.

Midoriya picked up the phone and rang nedzu, "Nedzu-Sensei can you put every classroom except 1-A on lockdown? Windows included."

Midoriya got off the phone and removed his blazer, opening the box on his desk to reveal 2 golden arm bands. Placing both on his upper wrists caught the attention of Momo.

"Are those?" She didn't want to finish.

"Enchantress' last enchanted items? Yes, I got them for my 10th birthday and first mission." Izuku responded as he activated them. Shifting his appearance to black haired red eyes and pale skin.

"Isn't Enchantress a high ranking Villain?" Aizawa asked.

"She's a high ranking assassin but sure." Izuku corrected bitterly.

"Sorry for your loss." Toru whispered quietly.

"My aunt and father knew what they were getting into when they accepted that mission. Nothing to cry over. Anyway, let's go kill some bastards." Midoriya grinned.
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The trio got to work. Taking down all 20 men that had made it to them. Occasionally getting too close to one another and getting blood on eachother.

They knew they were getting closer to the boss as Hagakure began to flicker in and out of visibility. A blue haired girl with a body suit on wielding swords is probably the least concerning thing about today though.

When the group turned the corner to be met with at least 100 more men Izuku groaned out loud.

"I feel like something is off about this. Can you both handle this on your own? I'll look for the boss." Izuku asked, shooting down a few closer men.

"Oh please! Basic training was harder than this." Momo grinned sadistically.

Izuku nodded and turned full on sprint back to the class room, almost passing it when a tall figure caught his eye.
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"Get away from them!" Midoriya yelled.

"Ah, Snake. You've arrived just in time to see what happens to people who disobey me." The boss smirked, pressing a gun into Aizawa’s head, who didn't look like he was processing well.

"Leave civilians out of this. You came to kill me, right? So why bother wasting bullets on scum?" Izuku spoke without care or fear. Like he really didn't care about his life.

The boss seemed to ponder the questions before nodding once. "Alright-" he aimed the gun at Izuku and pulled the trigger, hitting him dead center in the stomach. "-I see your point."

The class gasped horrified, Aizawa covering his mouth as blood seeped through Midoriya's clothing.

Izuku stumbled back into the wall of the locked down class behind him, coughing blood up.

The boss threw Aizawa to the floor and walked to standing in front of izuku. An evil grin graced his features as he reloaded his gun.

"What a lovely story, son of beloved Dragon dies just like his father. At the end of my revolver." The boss pressed his gun into Izuku's mouth while the boy glared at him weakly.

The class couldn't bring themselves to watch. Aizawa had explained that due to a hero arresting a mafia member that had a deal with a high ranking politician, the ability to interfere with Mafia business was stripped from heroes. The mafia member's arrest, costed, said branch of politics, millions that year.

Knowing they couldn't do anything to help, the class just huddled together and covered their eyes. Sobs rang out as the gunshot rang in their ears.

Aizawa was the first to peak and assess the damage. He unashamedly sobbed when he saw Midoriya.

Izuku stood above the boss as the man bled from his leg.

"I was gonna let you live but then you brought up my family." Izuku said unapologetically. Making the class open their eyes and rush to the doorway.

"Hey now, if you kill me in front of your little buddies they'll be terrified of you. Aren't you a hero? They'll never let you graduate now." The boss tried to reason.

Izuku laughed bitterly, "You don't get it do you? I don't care if they're scared of me. I don't care if they'll never speak to me again. God I could be labeled as a villain freakshow for the rest of my life and I wouldn't care as long as they're safe. My life means nothing as long as the people I care about are alive, and you get in the way of that."

"I can give you money-"

Bang.

"Damn asshat." Midoriya muttered as he crouched down by the body.

"Snake! Did you take him...Oh" Toru spoke quietly.

"One of you call a clean up crew." Izuku instructed as he dug around the bullet wound.

"Zuku what are you doing?" Katsuki asked.

"Weird weapons branch thing. Have to give cleaners the bullet that killed the highest ranked to buy silence." Izuku explained.

"Problem child, are you ok?" Aizawa, still a little off from almost seeing a student die, asked.

"I should be asking you that. You had a gun pointed at your head."

"I'm a pro hero. I can handle-"

"While daylight heroes have a less than 1% chance of coming into contact with prequirk weapons, Underground heroes have a 15% chance. Even then you're given warnings to mentally and physically prepare days in advance. So I ask again. Are. You. Ok?"

"You were shot!" Ururaka yelled out.

"Hmm? I was, wasn't I?" Midoriya absentmindedly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled a plastic half filled fake blood bag out, before spitting a piece of plastic on the floor.

"Twas a logical ruse!" Izuku grinned. "I had Momo make me some items last minute. The worst I have to deal with is severe bruising and maybe a fractured rib or 2."

"Snake! Crew is here! Want me to let them in?" Momo shouted from down the hall. Running off when she gets a tired nod.
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Midoriya was shirtless sitting sideways on a nurse bed as recovery girl bandaged and healed him.

"I would be angry but I think this is the first time I've seen you use that big head of yours" she said fondly while tapping his skull with her cane.

"What do you mean by that, ma'am?" Izuku asked, tiredly.

"Polite when you're tired i see." She muttered before finally answering "You used a vest, kid. You've always been ready to accept pain without issue. At least this time you've added a buffer."

"Oh, well if I wasn't wearing the vest I would have been shot in the head too." He muttered bitterly.

Recovery girl didn't respond and pressed a final kiss to his forehead. "There. Now do you want a new shirt to walk across campus?"

Izuku nodded as he leaned down to retrieve his stained button up for the floor. She passed him a slightly too big t-shirt and tutted off to another part of the med Bay.

Just as the green haired boy began to will the strength to stand, Katsuki and Eijirou walked in, catching Izuku's attention.

"Here to break up with me?" Izuku asked jokingly, adding finger guns to hide how hurt the thought made him.

"What! No! No no no, we would never!" Katsuki paused, "I would never." He said quietly.

"Nah, you're stuck with us Bunny. We're just kinda worried." Eijirou huffed.

"Why? You just watched me kill someone? With minimal hesitation?" Izuku questioned.

"When you were 5 you stayed with your dad in America for all of school break. When you came back you were different. You stopped pointing stuff out and shit. Just kinda watched. It freaked me out a bit." Katsuki said.

"Then why'd you-"

"I was worried that my best friend was gone until a week later you saw a fact about all might that was wrong and ranted for 3 hours straight. So I knew you'd be fine" Katsuki finished with a smirk.

"Shut the up fuck" Izuku responded embarrassedly.

"You've obviously done something like this before I dated you. So it's not like I'm dating a different person." Kirishima shrugged, plopping next to the tired teen, who immediately took advantage of his new pillow.

"You owe both of us a sweatshirt." Katsuki threatened weakly, also plopping onto the bed.

"It would fit Kiri like a crop top." Izuku muttered before righting himself. "Actually, how willing are you to wear a mesh crop top?"

"I'm willing, why?" Eijirou chuckled fondly.

"Abs" both Izuku and Katsuki responded sounding dazed.

Eijirou didn't bother to hide his laugh or blush, "Loves, we all have abs."

"Yeah but your abs are the best." Izuku whined with Katsuki nodding firmly.

"Then what's yours and Kat's best?" Eijirou was enjoying this too much.

"Ass and arms? Duh." Katsuki responded, for Izuku.

"Izuku does have a nice ass." Kirishima mused while Izuku tiredly smacked his arm.

"I will violently cry in your direction." Izuku threatened.

"I will violently pout if you do." Kirishima responded easily.

"I will violently puppy eye if either of you even dare." Katsuki mumbled, pressing his face into Izuku's shoulder.

The three sat there enjoying eachother's warmth for a few minutes before Eijirou tapped them on the shoulders.

"Movie night?"

"Movie night." The others responded easily.