Chapitre 11: Underworld and Discoveries
In my free time I familiarized myself with a few people in the crime world, they were not really criminals themselves, just people that made a buck from them. I travelled to a few cities for them.
One thing that made me excited was getting to meet Giran, he was one of the best brokers in the underworld.
He worked for anyone that paid him, so he was a lot more trustworthy than a random nobody. I actually managed to do some business with him, in the beginning, he helped me get in contact with the person that made my cape.
Now I just bought burner phones and other gadgets from his sources. To him, it didn't matter much that I was a vigilante. I was just another customer. He was a connection that would prove useful later.
I was lowkey pretending to look into All for One's location, I already knew it of course. But I was trying to catch his attention, I was not afraid of him. It was under the pretence of meeting a legend.
Childish sure, but that was the whole point of it. All for One should be able to find my identity too. Getting him interested in my quirk was necessary for my plan.
Now, realizing that I couldn't use my favourite training spot anymore made me somewhat sad, Izuku was about to start cleaning up the place in a while.
My friendship with him didn't really pan out, I was getting tired of his stuttering, while I helped him out with bullying, his self-esteem remained just as low.
He started looking up to me as he did with Bakugo, it became hard to talk to him, especially when he started mumbling to himself.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate him at all, I also knew he was going to get more confident when he gets a quirk. I was looking forward to befriending him eventually.
Although knowing him he already considers us friends.
Bakugo also didn't talk to me anymore, besides the occasional 'extra' comment. I don't know why but I think he started seeing me as a rival.
I never outwardly expressed any wish to join UA after graduation, but he probably assumed I would because of my seemingly powerful quirk.
My life became a lot more boring, keeping up with school work wasn't even an issue that needed discussion.
I managed to talk the principal into getting me an excuse so I don't have to be present at all of my classes. My bargaining chip was winning the school some awards at a few contests.
I had started working some Part-Time jobs, saving up money. Training daily was no longer necessary, there wasn't any more progress, I only did so occasionally to keep in shape.
I also did more Vigilante work at night, now with a white coat I was a lot easier to spot, but that was the whole point of it. It just screamed for attention.
Getting seen by civilians always resulted in them taking photos of me, I allowed them, they served as a reminder to both the villains and the police that I was still around.
In their eyes, I was growing bolder, more 'careless'. Just like that, they danced around my identity. It was only a matter of time before they found out, I have been observing the one they put on the case a detective called Naomasa Tsukauchi.
I think he appeared in the show, his quirk being akin to a lie detector. Seemed interesting enough. His view on vigilantes was always extremely harsh from what I can remember.
The seeds of doubt I planted in Midoriyas' mind were starting to show, he was giving me strange looks all the time now. He was most likely afraid to ask what was on his mind. I wasn't going to give him a push either.
Naomasa seems really close to discovering my identity, he realised that I was not an adult at all, the difference in hight was what gave it away, the only time someone grows like that was when they have a growth spurt in their younger years.
Now all I needed to do was wait, wait and observe.
__________ POV Narration__________
Naomasa was getting restless, his recent discoveries leaving him somewhat concerned.
He was hoping his judgement was wrong, but he knew better, the proof was already in front of him. On his computer screen, one could see the file of a 15-year-old teenager, unnaturally tall, possessing a light manipulation quirk.
His name was Allan White, an orphan that came here from America with his parents at a very young age. They were the victims of a car accident.
All of the information in front of him started painting a rather tragic picture. The child had awakened his quirk late, at the age of 10 specifically. It was rare, but not unheard of.
Everything matched, it started coming together, the image of a troubled child trying to help. It was scary to think that an 11-year-old child was hunting down criminals. He had hoped their society at least somewhat protected orphans.
Even with his harsh view on vigilantes, he couldn't bring himself to hate this child. But he had a job to do. As soon as he calmed down he started writing his report.
But now, in his eyes, he was no longer writing a report about a vigilante. He wasn't writing about the notorious "Yellow Flash", he was writing about the troubled young teen known as Allan.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
VeganMaster
VeganMaster This is a bonus chapter.
Some of you probably noticed that I'm trying to lead the plot into one specific direction, my advice is to just enjoy it.
Everything will be explained eventually.
Also, I'll try to change the synopsis, I just realized it is quite shitty.
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