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Aizawa knew that by now they've notice where he's at, although it doesn't stop him from walking even further. Now he can hardly feel his feet on the ground. For a second he watched his blood drip through his hand forming a dashed trail on the concrete.
The double-pony-tailed hair girl jumps in excitement towards the hero, smirking her way to his bloody side. As she stands beside him, Aizawa realised that there's no way he can run away in his condition so he decided to stop.
"You're sexier than ever, Mr. Shota" Toga whispered right to his ear. "Don't you dare call me that," he murmured. Loud enough for her to hear.
Toga laughed. Her arm holding a knife so tight it might hurt herself. "I figured you won't like that," she continued, "so I decided to call you that for the rest of my life."
She paused, thinking. "-or should I say your life?" she whispered. Though he really want to, Aizawa didn't even have any power left to roll his eyes.
Can there be any way for her to suddenly die?
Toga pulled the knife against Aizawa's skin, hard enough to form a line of bloodless red mark. "Well, since it's your life, you don't have to worry it won't last for long, right?"
Aizawa didn't reply. He could barely stand. His hand holds to the paintless wall of the abandoned building for support. His vision doubled as he continue to stare at the blood dripping to between his feet.
Toga seems unsatisfied, "I was wondering we can talk more before you die."
Toga stands a few metre behind the hero. Ready to throw her knife to his back as a final movement. "Your choice," she said.
"See you in hell, Shota." As she was about to throw the knife to the man, she stopped as a voice shouting kills her momentum.
"GO AWAY!" Stand middle-school boy not so far away. It seems like he's been watching for a while but just have the courage to walk closer. Without any second thought, the villain throw away her knife to the boy. Aizawa's eyes widen. "Watch out!" he shouted on top of his lungs, though he knew it must've sounded more like a whisper.
The purple haired boy dodged Toga's knife in reflex, right before it hits his torso. The villain smirked in exitement.
"Ah, you pretty boy," Toga said. She was running but stopped mid-time. Her eyes shows an explicit sight of disbelieve as she lost her ability to do pretty much anything. "I told you to go away," the boy continued in a plain tone.
Toga walked away in pain, she couldn't fight back. Right after, the boy run to see Aizawa laying on the ground.
He kneel beside the hero not knowing what to do. He was about to ask if he was ok, but it was clear 'he isn't'. Before he get to say anything, Aizawa hold his finger. "Are you ok? You would've died." he whispered sincerely worried.
He's crazy, he look dead already
Aizawa tried to stand, his hands holding to the walls. The boy couldn't believe what he just say. "Thankyou, you saved my life." Aizawa forced a smile as his eyes revealed all the pain he's in. The boy walked closer to him, making Aizawa's arm curl around his neck for support as he walk him for help.
"You really don't have to, I can still-" Before the hero get to finish his sentence, the boy cut. "Sorry I don't have any quirk that can teleport us, you must be in so much pain now, please stay with me." His voice sounds worried and guilty at the same time. Aizawa gain more of his consciousness hearing that.
Might this be his quirk?
If I use my quirk to keep him awake now, he'll be in much more pain. What should I do?
The boy thought as he continue to walk him to public. "Sir, are you there?"
"Hm"
He's in so much pain, I'm no hero.
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The Underground
FanfictionNot willing to live with his mom, Shinso-a middle school student-have to survive living alone following his father's death. He was about to let go his dream of being a hero soon after he realize his brainwashing quirk won't do the job, until he meet...