The cold night air whipped through [Name]'s hair as she jumped across each roof. It had been years since she first started living off the streets and causing mayhem. To think that the same kid who had grown up pressured to be her parents ended up running across rooftops with a can of spray paint, after defacing Endeavor's offices. It was almost funny to her to think of heros, assholes put onto a pedestal pretending to be perfect- sure they might have been good people once but she'd seen what the world of hero's turned her parents into. They turned into monsters fueled by social standing and public image. She liked the idea of heros but rarely the execution, once upon a time she may have wanted to be a hero but there were a few problems with the idea as a whole.

[Name] wanted anonymity, to be a name, not a face- sure she could go out and save people every day legally if she were a hero but while she was alone and attempting to be normal the pressure of the world knowing you were that person who would save the day she wouldn't have room to breathe. That and [Name] within the past five years had become an agent of chaos, unrestricted by laws and the police- even if they still tried. In a fit of pure stupidity five years ago she gave up on watching the world burn and began to take things into her own hands, with a flimsy face mask she began to steal jobs from pro's under the title of a vigilante, which had now landed her with more than enough warrants. 

Following through with her previous law of "If you can piss of Endeavor do it with no regret." she had found herself in a chase with a pro. [Name] was sprinting down twisting alleys and barely lit rooves to once again escape arrest, eyes trained behind her leaving her unaware of the wall just in front of her. 

[Name] rebounded with force as she hit the wall falling backwards onto the unforgiving pavement. Tears sprung to her eyes, rubbing her nose and shifting her mask back to cover her features. Taking a few short breaths she shakily stood herself up, assessing her surroundings. There was a very obvious wall and no water visible. [Name] inwardly groaned as she attempted to grab her flask containing her remaining water only to find it missing, so using either quirk was crossed off her option list so with a final look upwards she ran towards a ladder.

***

[Name] sat on the ledge staring down at the blaring, open police vehicle and confused police attempting to figure how she got out of her restraints- and to say the least, it was amusing. An annoyed Tsukauchi glared up at her as she gave him a wave. Heavy footsteps began to approach, stretching as they came to a stop. [Name] jumped up narrowly avoiding a bandage that came flying towards her. A grin spread across her face as she turned to a groaning hero "Eraserhead! Buddy, didn't expect to see you assigned to my case, did I just become too troublesome for some of the other pro's or what? Actually, you know what I don't need an answer for that one- I think it's a given." [Name] laughed.

Another bandage came flying at her mouth, ducking away she stepped away from Eraser Head. Hands behind her head she decided she might as well start her own interrogation. "So is this for personal gain or just assigned to finish up a job no one wanted?"

"What difference would it make if I were assigned or gained something, It wouldn't matter as long as I assisted with the capture of a nuisance." he deadpanned as she choked back a laugh.

"You do flatter me you know! But really, I just want to know if you seeking to hunt me down because you think I'm a bad guy or you just were tasked to do something as odd as chasing me so hopelessly just because you could?" [Name] shifted her weight from heel to her toes in a rocking motion waiting in silence for a response, a smile stiff on her face. 

"Hopelessly?" Eraser Head shot her a look as she began to step backwards, panic crossed his face as [Name] continued backwards.

"You know, maybe you might do better next time! So goodbye for now and..." [Name] paused blowing him a kiss and stepped off, "better luck next time fuckboi!" she shouted as she plummeted, which had given her enough time to escape his eyesight and activate her quirk. In a slight panic, she began to pull water from the air in an attempt to slow her fall. Sadly it wasn't quick enough as the fall still landed her with a twisted ankle and bleeding wounds, but she'd been through worse. It's going to be great trying to get out of this, at least I know how to get to my apartment from here... 

[Name] followed through her routine, sprinting through alleys, twisting, turning, sliding under or climbing over anything that was in her way. [Name] just remember it's only a few blocks away if you double back. [Name] continued running impatiently waiting for anyone to come at her and as expected Eraserhead soon appeared. 

"You are a hell of an idiot to risk your own life just to escape and still get stuck in a corner Siren." [Name] could feel his glare from beneath his goggles. 

"Already knew that Eraser, but can I ask you something else, if I break a few laws, and have pro's at my throat would that make me a villain?" [Name] leaned against the wall her hands gripped onto something behind her back, her demeanour calm and any teasing dropped from her voice

"I don't know, are you a villain?" [Name] lowered her head as Eraserhead charged at her and swiped his legs with a trident, effectively slamming him to the ground.

"You might want to rephrase your words Eraser Sir, since though I don't mind villains I sure hate being grouped in with them"

"What is that Siren?" [Name] gave him a slight smile as she slammed the end of her trident into a pressure point. His body grew tense and left him effectively paralysed.

"It's my trident, good sir! I'm sorry that I couldn't play longer but I have a very busy week coming up and I really need to study from my exam!" [Name] gave a small wave before running off into the night leaving Eraserhead alone in the alley completely confused. 

***

[Name] after silently unlocking her apartment, collapsed onto her bed in a silent panic, she had dealt with minor hero's before yes, but never anyone skilled in capturing vigilantes. What if my usual tricks didn't work, what if he followed me, what if he figures me out, I CAN'T DO THIS!  All those thoughts were rushing through her head flooding her with anxiety. [Name] began crying into her pillow, she still needed to calm down, change and destress. Tomorrow she would attempt the U.A. entrance exam, in all honesty, she just wanted to see what would happen if she tried to follow rules for at least a few seconds and it would be the best place to learn to do her job legally.

[Name] wanted to feel like there wasn't a target painted on her back even when she was out of her vigilante character, and to have interaction with people her age without thinking they would turn her in without a second thought. [Name] had chosen to stop attending school the day she left, leaving her to only to ever educate herself either online or through the library. Which might have caused [Name] has slightly diminished social skills and panic when anyone tried to talk to her.

[Name] wiped away her tears and quickly took off the shells from her hair, slipped off her suit, carefully removing the fins placed behind her ears. Finally, she hesitated before removing the black cloth covering her eyes. She smiled softly at the cloth, she hated that she'd gotten so attached to it after an incident with her friend, resulted in her reluctantly using it to bind her wounds when she was still a dumb kid.  Silently she wrapped it around her arm and left for the bathroom, this was who she was now, not a freak but a hero in her own eyes. With a jittery sigh, she did so and slumped onto her bed with the echo of memories lulling her to sleep.

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*Edited 6/06/20*