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[CRYBABY]

This was the worst fucking nightmare Shinsou ever had. Fuck being a hero, fuck being a vigilante, hell, fuck being a decent human being. Hitoshi was tired, all he wanted to do was go back to his room, tuck himself in, and pretend none of this was happening. Instead he was standing between an 8 foot tall giant with tentacles for arms and a crying little girl. “Heroes' work is never done, I suppose.” he sighed to himself, holding the capture weapon he used on patrol in his hands. Without turning around, not even daring to take his gaze away from the monster in front of him, he commanded the little girl to flee, to get back, to move; but all she did was sink into herself. There wasn’t exactly enough room in the halls for Hitoshi to move effectively, add on the crying little girl and he was pretty much useless.

The hero tried to strategize, this was going to be one of the hardest fights of his life. He chuckled to himself when his first thought was wishing Aizawa was here to critique him like the old days.

“C’mon you brute, don’t you want to hit me?” it was a stupid attempt, of course he wouldn't be able to use mind control, Shinsou wasn’t an idiot, he knew this wasn’t exactly a person that could respond to him. Against his better judgment he charged, using the wall to gain height on the giant. Swiftly he dodged a punch, the giant's tentacle hand slammed into the elevator door next to them, disabling it, as he used his capture weapon to wrap around the other arm, disabling him for now. A grin spread on Hitoshi’s pretty face just as he landed a nasty kick to the things head, sending it stumbling backwards. Hitoshi landed on his feet, recalling his weapon with the intention to wrap it around the confused thing's neck when suddenly more tentacles launched from the things chest, wrapping around the hero and throwing him against the wall.

He screamed out in pain, struggling against the unwanted embrace, which did nothing but make the thing laugh. “F-fuck! Let go of me, you FREAK!” He trashed against the wall, hoping it would get the thing to let go but to his dismay it caused the monster to lift him off the ground. With his legs dangling, his best methods of attack useless, Hitoshi began to think this was the end.

Hours before, he was settling in after a long double patrol, sitting comfortably on the couch, scrolling through social media while trash TV kept him company. His eyes grew weary, closing for what felt like a second, when a scream down the hall startled his heart. Without even thinking, Hitoshi jumped to his feet, grabbed the capture weapon he left hanging on the coat rack by the front door, and ran down the hall in his house shoes. A decision that was about to get him killed.

Since childhood, Hitoshi wanted nothing more than to be a hero, but when his quirk developed the adults in his life wrote that dream off for him. Now though, after his acceptance to UA and intimate apprenticeship with Aizawa, Mind Break was a great Hero, slowly making his way into the top 10. Look where that got him, all that fight he put up to be a hero and it doesn’t even matter anymore. By the looks of it, he was done for, and so was the little girl he tried so desperately to save. If only he were a better hero, had a better quirk, if only he were like Katsuki…

If this was going to be his last moment, Shinsou cursed himself. There was so much he hadn’t done, so much he didn’t say…

[RulerOfNerds]

Had it been any other day, Katsuki might have been there faster. Starting and ending his days earlier than most, had he not had an overnight patrol the day before. The lethargy he felt had him sleeping well, only startled by a faint sound that he didn't quite catch through the sturdy walls of the apartment building, walls and floors thick enough to not hear his downstairs neighbor take off, and instead he was roused again a bit later. A series of texts from his friends, and a call from Izuku. Then finally a chorus of screams from his own floor, springing him to action with his cellphone abandoned.

Directing people to stay in their apartments with a brash, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" He caught the attention of what he thought might have been a nomu at first, a hulking figure with a wicked grin, but it lacked the hardened unnatural skin or exposed brain. Of course with limited space and risk of hurting bystanders he couldn't very well fight with his full quirk but retreating to lead it away was easy with some ridiculing jabs and less impactful explosions. At this point he'd expected the sound of his quirk would alert citizens to stay indoors but a man peaked from his door only to get shoved back inside, "What are you, DUMB?" He barked, the monster slamming it's fist into the metal door above Katsuki's head, nearly braking it and leaving a basket ball sized indent in it's place.

Over time he'd managed to get it to chase him to a corner of the building, the end of the apartments, and took the advantage to unleash a concentrated blast to the center of it's mass, turned into a series of blasts when it pushed the creature back some and cracked the wall behind it but didn't blast through. The drop, however, seemed to stun it, if not knock it out. Civilians began to step out of their rooms when it quieted down, but peering out into the open wall revealed the chaos beyond. In the distance there was smoke, alarms and sirens sound faintly, and a scraggly, bright eyed figure stared at him from the building across the parking lot. It sent a chill of dread up his spine, his first thought, "What the fuck happened?"

His second thought was immediately about the hero downstairs, and the crowd that had begun to surround him; worried people who's family had been out earlier that day or just left recently. He quickly instructed them all to stay inside and escaped back to his room, only to grab his phone before hopping the balcony. It took him all but a few seconds to realize the other hero had already stepped into action, but he's quick to bust in, breaking the lock and following out the open door to the hall.

Already on high alert, he didn't hesitate the moment he spotted Mind Break against the wall, pinned by a series of tentacles. "HANDS OFF," The blond shouted as he shot down the hall with his quirk, latching a hand around as many of the tentacles as he could before firing off in his enclosed fist, reducing the projection of the explosion. The charred tentacles begin to retract and the blond wrenches Hitoshi the rest of the way from it's grasp.

"You alright, Bed-head," He asked, tacking on the light-hearted nickname, glancing at him, "The city is in deep shit right now." He could explain later. He eyed the girl that had shrunk to the floor, big tears sliding down her face and he growls under his breath, "Take care of the kid." The next attack aimed at the two of the got deflected by another blast, but part of the tentacle wrapped around his wrist and began to throw him down the hall if not for his quick shift, skidding back on his feet. "Come on, ugly! I'LL BLOW YOU TO BITS!"

[CRYBABY]

It's a common misconception that on the brink of death people recount their lives, or at least Hitoshi sees this as bullshit since currently his mind is racing with the image of a horrible death this little girl is about to endure due to his failure. Not to mention all the regrets he has, all the things left unsaid, all the memories he could have made if he wasn't such a coward.

"You piece of shit!" he growled, still trying to find a way out of it's grip but failing as his movements just made the thing hold him tighter and hit him against the wall some more. He began to cough up blood, feeling some of his ribs bruise under pressure he called out one last futile attempt to get the little girl to run, or at least respond to him so he could use his quirk to get her out of here... that's when he heard the faint sound of explosions. No way, there was no way. It was almost too good to be true, this was clearly his delusional mind playing tricks on him until he saw with his own two violet eyes, Dynamight shooting down the hall yelling something that Hitoshi couldn't make out, not with all the ringing in his ears from being slammed up against the wall one too many times.

God, Hitoshi had never been happier to hear Katsuki's teasing. Now, back on the ground where he belonged, he readied his weapon. "The fuck is happening?" was all the other hero could get out despite now clearly not being the best time to go into details. Knowing full well that hero work wasn't always about fighting, but working as a team to keep as many civilians out of harms way as possible, Shinsou didn't question Katsuki's command to get the girl to safety. In a few controlled movements the violet haired man grabbed the child and whiscked her away to safety to the arms of a bystander down the next hall, far enough from the fight.

"Fuck, Kat, I'm coming!" he yelled, dashing back to where he left the blond moments ago. He arrived back on scene, immediately assessing the situation and finding his place in the fight. His quirk wasn't of much use but he sure could fight, and was damn good at disabling the things tentacles allowing Katsuki to get in as many strong blasts as he could given their current confinement.