Guess who is finally doing something besides the pity cases that the trash heroes like Death Arms can't solve?

It's me! I can finally use my vast knowledge! Like, the cases Nezu kept throwing at me takes less brain knowledge than walking. I stand beside Mirio, in my Nezu cosplay that I tried to get out of but Nezu forced me back in it, in front of Sir Nighteye's agency.

"Oh, Izuku! If you want to make a good impression, make Sir laugh." Mirio informs me before we enter. I stop and look at him. Sir Nighteye, one of the most serious heroes I know, likes to laugh? I thought you would have to force that upon him.

"Uh, I can't make Shouta laugh. Unless Sir secretly has my sense of humor, I don't think I can make him laugh." For once, I am realistic. Be proud.

"As long as you don't do your usual gig, you should be good!"

"My usual gig?"

"Causing trouble."

"What is considered trouble?"

"Anything that makes Aizawa-sensei angry."

"...he gets angry with anything that comes out of my mouth. Actually, any action makes him angry somehow."

"Not true! He likes it when you are working on cases or when you are with the other teachers! More specifically, the more responsible teachers."

"How encouraging! Let's go before I lose my sanity."

"Got it, Problem Child!" I think Shouta paid Mirio to call me that. However, if Shouta didn't, then Mirio is naive. He is smart but innocent, so it makes sense.

Mirio leads me through the complicated building until he opens the door to reveal a particular site: a blue girl, Bubble Girl, chained to a board while Sir Nighteye is looking at her. It doesn't help that he towers over her.

I feel obligated to interrupt, "Hey, do you need us to give you two some privacy?" Where did you expect me to take it?

Sir Nighteye unclips her from the board. He doesn't even bother to look at me when he speaks, "I don't even have to look to know that it is you, Midoriya."

"Oh, so I have a reputation without trying? Yippee! Wait, good or bad? With my goals, I kind of have to stick on the positive side of the scale."

Sir Nighteye finally faces me and suddenly approaches. You know he is going fast when my brain is already planning an attack. I skim him over for any details. He towers over me and wears a typical white business suit that probably has weapons hidden in it. His green and yellow hair is nicely slicked back. He wears glass though I don't know if it's for his quirk or if he has shitty eyesight.

Wait, quirk. How is Sir's quirk (foresight) activated? Nobody knows that but him and maybe some people in his agency. My theory always was that his quirk requires him to look at his victim because he has the same look in his eye as Shouta, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe it's multiple things? It wouldn't surprise me because, if I am correct, his quirk only works once a day on one person for one hour. That's not something you want to be accidentally using. I think it is useless to use it now, but I'm not going to underestimate the man's intelligence. He has to know something.

I step back, smirk, and state, "You're trying to use your quirk on me, aren't you?" Sir's expression doesn't change, but he does stop.

"What gave me away?" I was right?! I was laying out a pretty thick presumption there!

"I don't know the prerequisites of your quirk besides that is has something to do with your eyes. It wouldn't surprise me if it required multiple objectives. With how you were approaching me, you have to be a specific distance or have physical contact. This is all based on theory, so correct me if I am wrong. The only reason I was able to come up with that was that I thought the man before me was going to attack, so I just looked over you, and that idea popped up." When I talked about him attacking me, I made sure to use sarcasm because god damn it! I wasn't planning on being attacked on the first day!

Sir nods," So you do live up to some expectations, at least. You are correct on your theory; I need to have eye contact and physical touch for my quirk to activate. You never explained how you came up with the eye part of the conclusion."

"Simple! You have a staring problem! Wait, that's the wrong way to describe it. Um, they have a certain look to them. I see it all the time in Eraserhead because of his quirk involving his eyes as well. I plan on doing research to see if that is true with some quirks that involve eyes. So far, it's true. It's all about quirk behavior, but it is controversial research."

For anyone curious as of why it is controversial, it's because it relies so much on guessing. After all, there are so many different quirks. It would take a lot to prove it for that specific.

Let's take Bakugo, for example, because I know him, and I was able to prove him.

For anyone blissfully unaware of his quirk, it is Explosion. It allows him to have two permanent bombs in his hands. How this works is his palms sweat Nitroglycerin that he can activate whenever he wants. The central aspect we are going to focus on is his sweating.

Disgusting, I know, but bear with me.

Humans naturally can sweat to cool themselves off. However, humans can also sweat if they are emotional, whether it be of fear or other strong emotions. Who happens to always be very angry?

Bakugo. Yes, his anger is benefitting his quirk by allowing him to sweat more. More sweat means more explosions. A person's personality adapts to the quirk, so they don't traumatize themselves, but it can also adapt to benefit strength-wise. I was able to prove with him because we know quirkless human anatomy. However, with most quirks, it's not that easy.

Sir smiles?

Huh, I didn't know it did that.

Sir Nighteye takes a moment before speaking again, "You proved yourself. Come on. Mirio, go start training."

He walks off, and I have to speed up to walk beside him. When I arrive at his office...oh, boy. It has All Might merchandise all over the place. It's no ordinary merchandise either, but rather the limited edition shit. The only reason I know that is because I had a few as a kid. They are now boxed away in top-condition in case I need to sell them. Either way, that's going to take some getting used to. Sir goes behind his desk to pull out paperwork.

"I am going to assume that you know what this is." Sir Nighteye sets down the paperwork needed to sign to become part of his agency, "You will be paid for your work as a detective as those skills are more valuable, but you will be doing hero work as well. I just need you to sign." Like I am going to sign without reading over it. It takes a minute, but as everything looks good, I sign it. He picks up the papers and puts them away. Then, he pulls out a file. He sets it on the table, and I don't even need to think twice to know what that is.

"Straight to it?" I ask as I open that file of the Yakuza case. Seeing all the information is the same, I close it.

"I was hoping you would look over it while I inform you of other aspects that were not in the contract."

"The detective provided me the case, and the information is the same. You have my full attention. It better not be some bullshit that will rip me off, or I will sue for not including it in the contract." Despite it usually being a joke, it isn't one this time! Sir frowns.

"I thought you would have the audacity to limit your language." Now that has me laughing. I can barely get my line out because it is that funny!

"The day that happens is the day God or Satan picks me up from my mortal baby-sitters!" Sir sighs. His attitude kind of reminds me of Shouta's, and I am going to have fun with it.

"Look, I don't care if you do it around here. However, if you do it in public, I will not hesitate to reprimand you. Understood?"

"Can't I make it part of my public image? I mean, it works for Endeavor, and he's currently the number one hero somehow."

"You would have to pull it off while still having a good reputation with the goals you have. Do you want to risk that?"

"Did you see the Sport's Festival?"

"Yes...fine. Don't overdo it. I'm not afraid to remove you from my agency. Can I talk now?"

"I hope so." Sir sighs once more.

"Someone warned me about you before I offered. I'm glad they did. Your work-study is unlike any other. Usually, I would have someone always watch you to make sure you don't cause trouble. After looking through your files, I will not be doing that. I will be setting you as a partner rather than a sidekick, so you can make decisions without interference. You work fast. You haven't messed up once. You're critical with your information; therefore, I'm willing to trust you.

I am going to warn you: I am risking my agency by accepting you. The moment the media learns about this, they will attack us. I invited you because I believe you would be a better benefit with your abilities. If you mess up once, expect to be removed. Do I make myself clear?" Sir Nighteye glares me down. It's not it is benefitting him any because I'm so used to it from Shouta. The height difference doesn't affect me anymore!

It's taking me a moment because I didn't expect him to make me his partner. That's flipping amazing!

"Not literally, but figuratively, yes. I got this, Sunflower!" I flash him a signature smile, but he looks confused.

"Sunflower?"

"Your hair reminds me of a sunflower. Oh, and you're really tall like one too!" For anyone curious, he is 6'7" (200 cm). I'm only 5'3" (160 cm). Sir Nighteye towers over me!

Shocking my simple little mind, the man genuinely chuckles! Not full laughter, but I think that counts!

"That's the most...unique...thing someone has said about me ever."

"You're welcome!"

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After that, Sir Nighteye and I discussed the Shie Hassaikai in hopes that our discussion will come up with new conclusions. It does, but it's all guessing at the moment.

However, Sir got tired of my shit and sent me on patrol with Lemillion, AKA Mirio! I'm in my public costume with CAT beside me in Scout mode with the four little balls following me. Above me, Patchy flies with the camera on that shows on the right side of my visor. As they say, you keep to the skies and below!

We interrupt this show to bring you a message: I should mention that in public costume, I go by Midoriya or Izuku or something. We can't have the public knowing my underground name now, can we?! Alright, back to your daily show.

However, do we have a patrol without a problem?

NO! NO, WE DON'T!

We were minding our business when a little girl runs into my leg and tumbles to the ground.

I'm just going to warn you now: I'm horrible with kids.

I turn around to see a small, pale girl with long white hair and red eyes. She wears an ugly gown with bandages wrapping her arms and legs. The prominent feature is a small horn protruding from the right side of her head. Overall, she looks like she comes from a trash family.

I notice she is trembling, but Mirio seems to catch my drift that I can't take care of kids at all. He bends down to the girl's height and offers his sunshine smile, " You okay? That was quite the fall there!" Mirio helps her up, but we both see her flinch. She clings to Mirio, but a voice interrupts the scene.

"I see you are causing trouble again, Eri." I look up, and...

Why does this happen to me? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO LITERALLY MEET THE LEADER OF THE GROUP WE ARE AFTER?! I mutter softly for CAT to start recording.

Oh, I guess I should introduce the leader. His name is Overhaul, or Kai Chisaki if we are going under real names. He has short brown hair, gold eyes, and a bird mask covering his face. He wears all black except a white tie, shoes, gloves, and this green jacket with purple fur around the hood. His quirk is Overhaul, which allows him to reassemble matter around him.

Yeah, that's OP.

I'm quick to take over, "Hey mate, you slaying in that jacket!" That catches his attention, but he straightens up immediately the moment he sees me. Please don't tell me that he knows me.

"I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but are you Midoriya?" Of course. Of fucking course. Mirio looks at me with concern, but I keep my face how I usually am.

"Of course! Hey, you happen to know this girl?" As much as I don't want to send her to you, but if I take her, it will fuck up the case, and other shit happens and yada yada yada.

"Yes. Eri is my daughter. May I talk to you, Midoriya? Just you?"

"Sure! Go on ahead, Lemillion! I'll meet up with you later!" Mirio gives me a strange look, but Eri won't let go of him. I watch Chisaki tug at his glove, and that seems to trigger something because she immediately let's go of Mirio and goes to his side.

"I see you are done with your temper tantrum. This way, Midoriya. I don't want anybody overhearing us." Overhaul and Eri enter this suspicious-ass alleyway and expect me to follow. I mean, his assumption isn't wrong. Mirio gives me one last look before continuing his patrol.

I enter the alleyway like I'm about to enter hell. He continues walking with Eri by his side, so I continue to follow like an idiot. Any information I can get out of this guy is useful for the case. However, I can't push him too far. After rolling through many ideas in my head, I start a conversation.

"Why does your daughter look like a partial mummy?" I am still a hero. I can't go straight to him. Heroes typically focus on the victim first, thus why I chose Eri to start with. Overhaul stops.

"Ah, she's just clumsy. She plays rough a lot. However, that's not what I am here to talk about. You're quirkless, aren't you?" Oh great, this.

"Yeah, why?"

"That means you are one of the few untainted in this world," What? " The quirkless don't have the disease."

"When you mean disease, are you talking about quirks?"

"Yes. Quirks are diseases that need to be gotten rid of with heroes and villains." Yet, you have and use one? Hypocritical if you ask me, but whatever. Right now, I'm betting my money that he is a germaphobic like me.

That is really bold to say to someone like me. Overhaul has to be after something.

"Um, cool. Why are you telling me this?"

"I noticed how the media constantly gives you a bad reputation. Specifically, if someone quirkless should be a hero. Even though you haven't messed up yet, people are against you. I want to offer a proposition to you. With your position, you can be our undercover agent. You can inform us when about the information on us, and in exchange, you will be wanted. You will have a use, and you won't be judged. What do you say?"

Add sociopath on the list then.

That does open an opportunity for us. I could get constant information, and everything would work out if I didn't know one of the people in the group has a quirk that forces you to tell the truth. That's too risky. I could be forced to disclose everything I know, and that would compromise me on the mission. Sir would have to hide information from me.

It isn't worth it.

"I will have to decline. It would be too much of a risk for both of us. This is too suspicious as it is, and it wouldn't surprise me if I'm questioned when I get back. I wish you luck, though!" That should lead his suspicions off of me.

Overhaul is quiet for a moment before he says, "Let's go, Eri." They start walking off, and I can still see her trembling from here. I whisper for one of the Scouts to follow and leave that way too suspicious of an alleyway.

We are back at Sir Nighteye's agency, and I start filling new information in the file as I inform to Sir.

"Overhaul has a daughter named Eri who has long white hair, red eyes, and a horn on the right side of her forehead. Bandages were wrapping her arms and legs, indicating some sort of abuse. She also had a nervous persona.

Overhaul is a germaphobe from his actions and clothing choices. I'm also willing to bet my Walmart stock money (which is a lot) that he is a sociopath based on how he was talking to me.

We learned that their goal is to eradicate quirks, but we have no idea how.

Finally, we found a location they entered, which we need the building layout for. We also need to figure out if that is the base or not. Oh, and the footage that we should look over."

I finish writing and slide the file back over to Sir, who reads it. After a moment, he says, "That's more than I expected. Thank you, Midoriya. I will send you two home for now, and I would like you to come back tomorrow to discuss more possibilities."

"Works with me. See you later, sunflower!" Sir sighs, and Mirio gives him a confused look.

"Sunflower?" He asks.

"Oh, his hair and height remind me of one!"

"I like it! See you later, Sir!"

I swear I hear Sir Nighteye mutter something about 'at least one of you use my name.'