Bakugo narrowed his eyes at Nighteye. The man was mocking him which did nothing to quell his fury. Nighteye stood like he was totally expecting him to lose, which made him grit his teeth. The man didn't know what he was thinking about. Nighteye's Quirk or not, he was gonna do the task.

"I give you three minutes. Start now."

He didn't rush forward like he usually did and kicked Nighteye's table. The man's eyes widened ever so slightly as he threw it at him. He wasn't sure of his control over his new Quirk, so he would have to resort to dirty tricks, as much as he hated it.

As Nighteye dodged the table, he shot for his hand, but Nighteye moved it away at the last moment. Gritting his teeth in irritation that his first surprise attack hadn't worked, he jumped back, giving the All Might merchandise a look before a thought crafted itself into his head.

Nighteye's eyes widened and he shifted his stance, giving Bakugo the opportunity to throw a figurine off the shelf at him. It felt rather like a disrespect to him considering his current situation, but at the moment white hot rage made him think only about his current goal.

To wipe that damned smug look off that bastard's face.

He went for his legs as he threw another figurine and Nighteye was a little late to dodge. He stumbled and Bakugo kicked at his hand. He moved it away just at the last moment, but the kick glanced off his shoulder and he stumbled ever so slightly, and Bakugo yanked at the man's suit, using his weight against him and throwing him onto the floor.

With a triumphant grin, he moved to take the stamp but Nighteye jerked and threw his foot off, moving to stand up again.

/Not so fast, fucker/

Using a move Aizawa had taught him, he locked his opponent's hands behind his back and pried the stamp off his fingers and stamped said form.

The look Nighteye gave him was priceless, just before he nearly shouted.

"Get out of here, we will discuss your work studies here later."

With a smug grin, Bakugo walked out, giving a thumbs up to Shinso, who immediately knew that he had totally done something that he shouldn't, because that was the only thing that made him smile like that.

He was right, because moments after he reached Nighteye's absolutely wrecked office. The man barked off a command at a sidekick who was rearranging everything.

Despite the feeling of gloom settling in him at his own interview, Shinso couldn't help but smile a little at the mud on Nighteye's white suit.

Aizawa liked to consider himself a rather rational man. He worked by cold hard logic alone, and it was by that same logic he had chosen his profession, which he never once regretted.

However, today as he chased a seemingly random villain into a deserted part of the town, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was totally wrong. He bound the villain up and took out his phone to call the cops, only to see that there was no network connectivity. Gritting his teeth in irritation, he resigned himself to dragging the villain out, when someone stepped out of the shadows.

A rather specific someone who sported a distinctive mess of green curls.

Izuku smiled at him, even as Aizawa reached out for his capture weapon.

"Believe me, Eraserhead, there was a million ways to kill you while leading you here and if killing you had been our goal, you would have been dead several times already."

Despite his calm words, Aizawa stayed on guard, warily observing Izuku's casual movements.

"And ah, I am sorry for the cell phone reception, I used my device to break all connections in this area. Don't worry, it will return when you leave this place."

"What do you want?" Aizawa said, tiredly.

"Help," Izuku replied flatly, green eyes glinting.

Aizawa was thrown off track with these words. He knew of Midoriya's previous association with Bakugo and Shinso, and the boy didn't exactly have a pleasant life. But he was still a deadly threat with a kill count of over fifty. But..., Aizawa looked at the villa—kid in front of him. He was the age of his own students, and he definitely wouldn't have killed people that easily of his own volition.

"Help in what?"

"A rescue mission to save this child from a really abusive place where they are slitting her arms to turn her skin and blood to weapons. They would take mine too, but that's beside the point. This girl has some sort of time reversal Quirk, but it only works on living creatures. And considering her circumstances, she isn't that much in control of her Quirk. Giving her Quirk Suppressors isn't the best way to deal with this and if I use my Quirk, she is likely to go into a coma. Your Quirk, Erasure is perfect for this situation and for her rehabilitation. So, I, villain Izuku Midoriya, am kindly asking for you help. I would say that I am not a villain out of free will but giving the context just kinda gives me panic attacks."

Aizawa absorbed all this and tried to wrap his head, which was spinning, to get a better handle of what Izuku was saying.

"And....you assume that I will jump into action just because a wanted villain said so?" he asks, dubiously.

Izuku shrugs.

"You have been involved in the case of the Trigger drugs, right? The organisation I am talking about is manufacturing that as well. I figured that this might make you listen. The leader of the organisation is Overhaul, whose actual name is Kai Chisaki."

Aizawa takes a deep breath to sort out all this. He will think upon it later.

"And why are you giving me all this information? What's the catch?"

When Izuku answers, he almost sounds exhausted.

"None. I just don't wish the childhood Tomura, Shoto and I had to endure upon anyone else. Really, Eraserhead, you are our last fucking hope."

Aizawa stopped short and sighed. They were kids, and from what he could see, Izuku looked too thin to be healthy, almost skin and bones. From the quick glances he had caught of the other two he was talking about, they looked pretty much the same. Normal kids don't turn into villainy over some childhood spite. Bakugo had been horribly guilty, but he doubted that it was just because of him.

"Kid," he began in a tired voice that matched Izuku's, "I will help you in this. But I think I will need the full story out of you. 'Cause if I am gonna help, I would rather not leave the work incomplete."

He observed how Izuku's eyes widened in shock as he comprehended his words, before settling back into chilly disinterest.

"Well, technically, there is no harm in that, I suppose, because our backstories won't give you any hints to put us in a torturous prison, anyways."

Izuku didn't know why he did it. He had planned to eventually tell Eraserhead, because he was the most sensible man at hand, but he hadn't expected him to ask him just like that.

And thus with a deep breath, he started speaking.