Crash

There once was a young vigilante called stable, they were the elusive shadow at night, striking down villains and avoiding heroes everywhere. They had become a legend on the streets, the black cloaked figure with a bovine skull mask. They were nicknamed the reaper of the streets as all it took was them being there for villains to cower in fear and heroes to finish their jobs.

But the heroes grew continually more concerned with stables appearances as a informant clued them in on the vigilantes age at the time. Eight. The vigilante was eight.

"Come back here!" The number two hero shot off after the vigilante as they slid down an ally. Their sidekicks had already been KO'ed by whatever their quirk was but Endeavor wasn't about to let the child out of their sight.

The police force did everything they could to try and stop or discover who the child was and at one point tried sending a hostage negotiator to try and convince them to come with them to the station. When that didn't work they sent a theripast. That attempt, even though it granted them some new information, ended badly. They found out the child was an orphan, but that the rest of their family was either already or working towards being a pro hero.

"You can't hide forever!" The black clad vigilante slipped through another side ally and back into the deserted streets towards the other side of the road, doing their best to evade the fiery faced hero.

A few of the bigger name heroes decided that they would personally capture the child themselves.

The vigilante suddenly let out a small cry of surprise as they went tumbling after tripping over something, crashing into a line of trashcans. Another black clad figure dropped from the roof tops and landed lightly next to them, carefully waiting for an oncoming attack a they paused in their own quirk usage.

Some of the more 'extra' heroes however had plans for the child, some wanting to recruit them right off the bat or adopt them as some political stunt.

The attack never came and the black clad hero paused, Endeavor would no doubt be there soon and would not care that the vigilante was only a child of eight years old. So Aizawa approached the vigilante and crouched down to remove the mask.

The younger hero nearly dropped the bone mask as he recognized the pale, round face, and pastel hair color. Instead he poked the child in the cheek to wake them. Bright blue eyes snapped open and a small hand grabbed Aizawas wrist.

"What do you want?" The girl hissed.

The hero paused before answering, a solution forming in his head. "To take you home with me."

But one day they dissapeared. There were no real leads as to where they could have gone but there were thousands of rumors to keep the critics busy. The largest and most supported one however was that a hero must have made them 'disappear' as some would put it.

"If you could just sign this last form mr. Aizawa we'll have the adoption process all finished for you."

The young vigilante eventually faded into the background, only their myth and the older villains keeping their memory alive as the years passed. Some small time villains were scared to do anything to big unless it somehow called 'the reaper of the streets' back to them and ruined them all, but others had no such qualms. Some even wanted to bring the famed Stable back. And then the USJ incident took place.

"She's been sitting there for hours, just sitting."

"Oh cut her some slack, don't you know that's basically her dad? This must be the nightmare scenario for them."

The two doctors glanced back at the young blond haired girl sitting next to the UA teachers bed, back to the door and black walking stick rested across their lap. There was a calming, quiet air to them that not many could pull off but somehow she did. What they didn't see however was the gray box also sitting in the girls lap. The gray box that held a bovine skull mask and spite enough to paralyze an army.

And then the black cloaked figure appeared in a way no one could have noticed.

"Good morning principal, this is my daughter Nana, you've met before. She's now insisting that she follow me around."

"Oh that's a wonderful idea!" The rodent man slipped out of his chair and practically ran to the pair "it's so nice to see you again Nana, I'm glad to have you here on campus, but how are you going to keep up to your father?"

The fifteen year old smiled softly at the concerned hero "I may be blind now but I'm not helpless sir." The dullness to her eyes did not stop the shimmering blue that filled the girls irises, but rather accentuated them to a higher degree, and her small bit warm smile filled the room with warmth as her quirk naturally brought peace to those nearby.

"My apologies, I do hope you'll interact with the students this year, you always have such a wonderful impact on whatever year you stay with." The principal looked to Aizawa "you really should bring her by more often."

"That may not be the best idea," the teacher said flatly "you know how some of the others can get." The mouse man nodded sadly as the pair eventually got themselves out of the office and headed towards the classroom. A few moments later Aizawa spoke "so you really are going to follow me around now?"

The light sweeping of the black cane was the only noise made by the girl for a moment "I will stay nearby until your at least mostly out of your bandages." The black clad teacher simply grunted in response, something the girl had learned to be a voice of acceptance or indifference to whatever she was doing at the time. And thus they entered class A1.