Before I start this chapter, I want to inform you all of something.  Is Izuku a badass, yes.  Does he ever use weapons, yes.  He uses his custom made weapons that he got some company to make them to defend himself because of his quirkless status.  Why the specific weapons he got, people won't expect it and he'll take whatever advantage he'll get.

Special prize anyone can guess.  You'll get to make a couple of OC's for the story and decide how many students Aizawa has to deal with.  And because I am all but positive that no one will get the right answer, the closest person wins.  a hint, think outside the box.

Now Without Further adu

(No one POV)

Aizawa started his day grumpily, as he always does.  But after his seventh cup of coffee, and remembering that Hizashi has to grade all everything he gives his students for the next month (Hazishi lost a bet), his mood greatly improved.  It's just too bad that Aizawa only has 10 students this year

Other than the normal stuff he has to put up with because of his students, he didn't think anything out of the ordinary would happen.  He even said as much to his other teachers during lunch.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Because he didn't have to grade papers for a month, Aizawa decided to get his patrol out of the way so he could get more sleep.

It was pretty quiet; until he saw sentient sludge go into in alleyway before hearing screams of pain not long after.

Moving quickly he got to the mouth of the alley.  Only to be greeted by the sight of a five-foot 9in boy with green hair and eyes with blood covering his hand, arms, shoes, and forehead.  The kid was also surrounded by the sludge and a shit ton of bodies.  he could make out some of the closer one's chests rising and falling,  meaning that some of them, and hopefully most or all of them, weren't dead.  But the wounds.  Some of them seemed to be missing fingers, one of them seemed to have their nose completely caved in, and I saw some bones sticking out of some of their arms and legs.

The kid spotted Aizawa looking at him and seemed to tense up. 

"I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said that a bunch of bullies and delinquents hired a bunch of Yakuza and villains to jump me and I was just defending myself, would you?" the kid asked. Though by his tone he already knew what the answer would be.

"No, I would not." Aizawa spoke, with his normal 'I don't care let me die' tone.

"Alright.  Before we fight, I gotta ask." the kid spoke as he moved his hands to his back pockets. "Homeless person, undercover cop, or underground hero?  Cause if you're a hero, I can pretty much kiss whatever future I had good-bye after this."

"Hero."

"*sigh* Figures"

The kid then rushed Aizawa, weapons in hand, though Aizawa couldn't see cause he had to dodge whatever the kid threw right as he took the first step.  And by the time he got his hand on his capture gear,  the kid was on him.  The kid struck first, holding his weapons in a weird way, as though the kid's weapons didn't have a proper handle.  The kid swiped at Aizawa with whatever weapon the kid had, and because the kid was able to get him in a situation to be caught off guard, he couldn't dodge in time.  But Aizawa could parry.  Moving to push the attack wide, he realized too late that it was a faint; mainly because with his other hand, the kid struck like lightning as though going for a jab, and stabbed him in the side.  It wasn't deep, but it was a big wound.  After that, the kid did not let up.  He pressed his advantage and used his palm and weapon to uppercut cut him, leaving Aizawa dazed.

Finally, the kid lets Aizawa ketch his breath.  And Aizawa took this chance to get some answers.

"Hey, kid.  Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"On the streets, in alleyways, and suers."

"Why?"

"To survive."

"Doesn't your family take care of you?"

"My family is all dead."

Aizawa was taken aback by this, but he finally caught sight of the kid's weapons.  And his confusion and surprise took over at the moment.

"Are those"

"Yes, yes they are" the kid interrupted like he knew what Aizawa was going to say.  And given what he was fighting with, he most likely did.

"Why, and where did you get them?" at this point, Aizawa was more confused by how he fought so well with is chosen weapons, and who made them for him.

"How bout this, I tell you if you tell me who I'm fighting, and you beat me.  I do need to go to school tomorrow so I'd appreciate if this didn't take too long."

"Alright kid, the names Eraserhead," Aizawa told the kid.

"Eraserhead?" the kid paused for a second. "If you really are Eraserhead, then I might have a future after this after all.  All I need to do is impress you.  And seeing as the wound I gave you half an hour ago is getting worse, you might want to wrap things up soon.  Which means I need to impress you within the next ten minutes.  My name is Izuku by the way." the kid, no, Izuku rushed Aizawa the same way as last time. 

But Aizawa was ready this time.  Instead of dodging he used is capture gear to block the incoming projectiles.  Okay, maybe Izuku knew enough to know that you cant use the same surprise tactic multiple times with the same person.  And Aizawa, this time ready, tried to use his capture gear to ensnare Izuku, but being the problem child that he is, Izuku was able to maneuver out of the way and close the distance, using his weapon to make a reinforced palm strike against Aizawa's wound.  

And Aizawa, thanking his experience of fighting through pain, was able to grab Izuku's head and knee his nose with as much force as he could muster before his gut told his to jump back.  And after years of being a Pro, Aizawa knows to trust his gut and jumps back.  And is glad he did, because instead of being dazed by the strike, Izuku starts swinging wildly in every direction while moving closer to Aizawa.  Though he is moving in the general direction of Aizawa, not directly at him.

'He's not dazed, but that blow to his nose did temporarily blind him like a blow like that is supposed to. now to subdue him, quickly.'

And he did, Aizawa subdued Izuku quickly, making sure his hands are well away from his pockets to make sure he didn't pull any other weapons on him and called the police and multiple ambulances.

Izuku, realizing that he lost, sat down and waited for the cops to show to take him away.  But he did remember something.  So he said, "Alright Erasure.  You won so I'll tell you why people made these for me."

"Well, I'm listening problem child."

"Well Eraser, I'm quirkless.  And I asked the government for some weapons to defend myself."

"Well, shit. if that true then that means I'm in the wrong here."

"Don't worry Eraserhead.  I'm not gonna press charges.  But I do have to ask.  Was I able to impress you?" Izuku inquires.

"Kid, if you really are quirkless, then you sure did impress me."
"Enough that you'd think that it's possible for a quirkless person to be a hero?"

"Kid, if you really need an answer to that question, then I don't know what to tell you.  You had a seasoned Pro on the ropes and fought evenly with me for over half an hour.  Not to mention your unorthodox weapon."

"Thanks, I saw a blurry picture of you on the internet and found out you use a scarf to fight.  I wanted a weapon just as, if not more unorthodox and surprising than that.  After all, you take whatever advantage you can get in a fight."

"I still can't believe you can fight as well as you do with those!" Aizawa screamed as the ambulances and police arrived.

And the one thing going through Izuku's mind, 'Well, off to prison I guess.  Unless this turns out to be the one time being quirkless helps me.'

And that a wrap.  but seriously, if anyone can actually guess what his weapons are, I'll make a one-shot story on whatever they want.