#civillian!reader

he walks through the neighbourhood, carefully avoiding sleeping children and homes built of scrap metal and tarp. the grief stricken faces of countless families stare back it him with strained mixtures of curiosity and disdain.

did the other pros know about this?

the conditions of the community were poor, and it doesn't take a genius to realise pro heroes weren't called to patrol here. flickering embers decorate the streets, their flames dangerously dancing near the bare feet of the neighbourhood's residents. the seemingly endless sounds of breaking glass and splintering wood overwhelm Izuku's senses. he was one hero, how could he could he be everywhere in these streets at once?

why was he sent here for a petty thief?

prohero!izuku who finally recognises someone matching the description of who he was sent to capture, but finding them tending to a queue of people with supplies labeled Musutafu Private Hospital, along with a few support gear items he was sent to retrieve.

prohero!izuku who smiles warmly at you when you meet his eyes, barely faltering when your expression turns to one of resentment. he watches you return to bandaging a small boy's leg after barely acknowledging his presence.

prohero!izuku who slips away without a word, vowing to make things right.

you wake up the next day to see a pile of medical equipment, food, and materials sitting neatly at your doorstep, a note placed carefully on top.

reach out if you ever need anything,

- Deku.

accompanied by a neatly written set of numbers.