The rise of Dekiru - できるの上昇

Maltalent

'Well... that happened.' He thought as he sat down, too tired to do anything.

While him and some of the civilians may have been scarred for life, maybe one day they would look back on this moment and laugh.

Maybe.

He turned to the said victims as he panted.

"You guys ok?"

They all unfroze and scrambled to get out of the bank.

Yeah, he couldn't blame them.

He could ponder over what just happened at a later date. For now, what happened in Shinsei bank, stayed in Shinsei bank.

He groaned as he got to his feet. He kicked the end of a broken mop and glanced at a bucket.

'Huh. Looks like I didn't need this after all.' He thought to himself. Grimacing at the amount of property damage that the villain had inflicted on the innocent piece of cleaning equipment.

Suddenly the doors were slammed opened with an intense blast of fire.

'Motherf-'

It was the #2 hero, Endeavor.

F*ck.

The man scanned the room before his eyes zeroed in on the boy vigilante.

"Damn villains!" He growled, as he prepared to throw a flame powered fist at him.

"H-Hey wait a sec! I'm on your side!"

The boy yelped as he scrambled out of the way of his attack.

The man didn't listen. He just kept on swinging at him.

'Why isn't he trying to blast me with his fire?' He wondered. 'It'd be much more efficient than close range combat since I keep on dodging all of his attacks'

'He must be trying to avoid any property damage.' he realized.

He cried out as he was hit in the shoulder. He crashed back into a wall.

After coming up with a plan that was incredibly risky right on the spot, he dodged a punch that was way too close for comfort and smacked Endeavor in the face with a cleaning rag.

He ducked behind a counter while the flaming individual's field of vision was impaired.

The furious man pulled it off his face and burned it to ashes.

"Show yourself!" he barked.

Taking a deep breath, he leapt over the counter and grabbed the edge of a table, flipping it and hitting the #2 pro.

He grabbed the bucket and ran like hell. He burst through the doors to find a whole lot of police officers with guns.

'O for the love of-'

He heard a yell and did a back flip just as Endeavor was about to tackle him. He slammed the bucket over the flaming individual's head, effectively soaking the man in the dirty mop water.

He used the bottom of the bucket as a spring board and fired his grappling hook, swinging off into the night while telling Endeavor to 'Read between the lines' as he held up three fingers.

Little did he know that all of this happened on live television and that he was about to go viral. Sure, he may regret it later, but right now he was pissed that some flaming trash just tried to flambé his ass.

He eventually landed on a rooftop and hissed in pain as he lifted his hoodie to examine the burns he had received.

He pulled out a first aid kit only to discover that there was a bullet hole right in the center of it.

"Seriously?!"

One day later
Red eyed boy's POV

After taking the time to treat the burns he had received, he walked in to find his older brother cackling at something on the news.

"Oi! What's so funny?"

Endeavor just got humiliated by some tiny runt on live television!

He began to cackle too. Sure he had already known about it but to be able to see the full thing from someone else's point of view? Hilarious!

"Oh I like this brat. Maybe I'll let him live just for that." Said his older brother. "Now come on. We got a mission to do."

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As he was about to pull the trigger he faultered, suddenly hit with a wave of nausea and chills.

His victim tried to run but was soon caught by his elder brother who killed them with his quirk.

"What the hell you little sh*t?! They nearly got away!"

He leaned against the wall and breathed shakily.

"Hey! Little sh*t! You good?"

"I'm fine you f*cker." Replied the red eyed boy.

"Hey! Call me that one more time. I f*cking dare you!" His older brother growled dangerously.

It was safe to say that he called him more names. This then lead to him having to sprint back home like his life depended on it (which it did) while engaging in a very dangerous game of tag and their dad having to take action in order to save his youngest son.

(A/n): It seems we only have a dozen or so more chapters before Dispiteous comes out. Good luck!

Also I just wanted to say thank you to all of my readers! You're all welcome the best! When writing this book I never thought that I would get this much support and that it would become this popular. You guys are a dream come true.