Atelophobia [MP100 X MHA Crossover]

Ochlophobia - Fear of (Mob)s

Watt AN: A thing I love about Wattpad is that it notifies me whenever someone votes on a chapter (no, I'm not trying to force you to vote) because I can literally see when a new reader starts binging my fic. I'll go to my notifications and I'll have like a screen full of:
BadFakeUsername voted for Chapter one
BadFakeUsername voted for Chapter two
BadFakeUsername voted for Chapter three
BadFakeUsername voted for Chapter four...yada yada, so on and so forth

And seeing this honestly warms my heart 🥺

Lil rant about Wattpad:
But I hate many other things about Wattpad. Mainly the fact that I'll be reading fanfiction and it'll be like, "So you like anime. Does that mean you'd like some...porn? Or maybe some pedophilia with Mobrei?"
And stories like that will be ALL over my fyp.
No prob tho, I can just block the tags related to that stuff. But NO. Wattpad went and put a pedo story with NO TAGS so therefore I CAN'T BLOCK IT.
This app needs a "not interested" option for individual stories. I feel like gouging my eyes out.
Rant over.

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"If you don't need this body anymore," the not-girl, definitely not-girl, talked with a voice that sent chills down Ritsu's spine as she picked up his brother by his head, "why don't I take it off your hands?"

Fear had a tight hold on Ritsu. A byproduct of the suffocating aura that flooded his senses. It had four hands, two holding his head, making it impossible to look away, and two pushing down on his shoulders, keeping him from doing anything about it.

He had not felt this helpless since that time he was cornered by that Scar esper in the alley. Shigeo had tried to save him—his foolish little brother who couldn't keep his new powers from going to his head—and Ritsu could do nothing but watch and cry and futilely try to fight back as his brother got beaten mercilessly.

And now it was happening again.

Only it was worse this time. So much worse. Shigeo wasn't even moving. Ritsu couldn't even find it in him to speak, much less fight. The pressure of the aura—of making the wrong move with all these people around him and exposing himself; they were too great.

The not-girl pulled Shigeo closer.

'Move,' he begged. 'Shigeo's always been there for you. For once in your life can you do the same? Move! MOV—'

The not-girl's head snapped back. She began to stumble backwards but there was a hand over her wrist, keeping her from going far. Shigeo's hand.

He punched her.

Somehow Shigeo, his mild mannered older brother, managed to snap back into consciousness and punch her square in the face. It didn't make sense. Shigeo was a lot of things, but he wasn't a puncher.

"You dumbass." The words came out of Shigeo's mouth but they were definitely not his. His voice was layered, like the not-girl's had been, and sounded too confident.

Before Ritsu could try to piece together just who was in his brother's body, Shigeo sent a harsh kick right to the not-girl's stomach.

"It belongs to me now!" The thing that possessed Shigeo said this with a toothy smile that just didn't belong on the boy's face.