Another Day Another Villain (Story Abandoned- Up For Adoption)

Why Is It You?

Notes- This is the revamp I was talking about, I haven't decided a main conflict but hopefully it'll be good. I haven't written this entire thing out yet, but I'll try to update as soon as I can. However, because of school and work, I may update slower than usual, but I'll try to update again this month.

Edit: Came up with a main conflict.

Hopefully this story will be better.

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After promising to bring snacks for the next study session, Natsuo said goodbye to his friends and started walking to his apartment. It was late, so he decided to get some pizza and call it a night.

He was almost at his apartment when he saw a man with white hair and black clothing sitting hunched over under a street light. Panic struck him as he ran towards the man to help him. He dropped to his knees and began rooting through his first-aide kit. He quickly noted that the man was holding his arm.

"Hey, are you awake?"

The man grumbled and turned his head towards Natsuo, "No, I'm sleeping. What the fuck do you think?"

"Sorry, I have to ask that question. Could you please remove your arm?" Natsuo sighed and plastered on his best smile.

"What are you, a nurse?"

"Nope. I'm training to be a Quirk Specialist. What's your name?"

"Not saying."

"If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?"

"Sure."

"Name's Natsuo. Don't ask about the last name; I have a bad history with it."

"Edgy much?" The man had the gall to laugh, but at least he took his hand off.

Natsuo groaned at the man's smug-ass grin. He took a closer look at the injury and saw that it was a gunshot wound, so he took a knife and some gauze from his kit and started patching it up.

"Not one for laughs, fine. What do you need my name for anyway? As far as I'm concerned, I can leave and be a nameless person in a bullshit story that you'll probably tell your friends."

"I need your name for hospital forms. You'll get better care at a hospital; I'm not good at patching up these kinds of injuries. You're lucky the wound is shallow."

He took out the bullet and wrapped the arm with gauze. The man barely flinched, much to Natsuo's surprise and relief.

"I suppose I am. However, I'm not telling you my name. I don't want or need to go to a hospital."

Natsuo dropped the friendly smile. This man was seriously grating on his nerves. "You have to go to a hospital. I'm not an expert at healing these types of injuries. I'm going to call the nearest hospital and get you checked in."

"You might regret doing that," the man rasped, a dangerous tone underlined his statement.

"No, I won't," he insisted.

"Yes, you will!"

The man lunged towards him with an open hand, but Natsuo stepped to the side just in time, phone in hand. For the first time in his college life, he actually felt scared. He couldn't believe what the man was doing, he didn't know his quirk, but it was probably deadly. He took a deep breath and screamed.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?!"

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"I'm trying to drag your ass to the hospital! You need some professional help; I can't give that to you!"