Ultra Responsibility (My Hero Academia X Spider-Man Reader)

Issue 53 - The Desert Delinquents

We had been at the police station for what felt like hours.

I sat with my elbows on the table, hoodie half-zipped, wrists still buzzing like they remembered the angle I'd forced that knife away. Ashido sat beside me, arms folded tight, knee bouncing like she could shake the adrenaline out through her shoe.

Across from us, two detectives wore the same expression people wore when they'd already decided you were a headache but still had to do paperwork about it.

One of them flipped a pen between his fingers. "So. Let's start again. From the top."

I gave them the clean version. The one with all the sharp edges sanded down.

"Shopping trip," I said. "We were leaving a store. A girl approached Ashido for a photo. I... sensed something was off. She tried to stab me. I restrained her. Nobody got hurt."

The detective nodded, scribbling, then glanced up. "She shouted something. A slogan."

"Desert Delinquents forever," Ashido said before I could. Her voice was steady, but her eyes weren't. They were still stuck on that flash of metal.

The other detective leaned back. "Desert Delinquents. Yeah, we know them."

My stomach did a slow, annoyed roll. "You do?"

"Petty crew," he said, like reading a menu. "Vandalism, theft, assault. They love making noise. Spray paint. Cheap intimidation. Usually not... attempted murder in broad daylight."

His partner's gaze slid to me, lingering for a beat too long. "And you happened to be the target."

I felt Ashido stiffen beside me.

I kept my voice level. "Lucky me."

The detective tapped his pen on the table. "Question. As Spider-Man, have you encountered any of them before? Taken any down? We've got scattered reports of masked incidents in the area."

I shook my head. "No. I hadn't even heard of them."

The words tasted bitter, like admitting a blind spot out loud made it bigger.

"I can't be everywhere at once," I added quietly. "Some smaller groups slip through. Should I be worried this is going to... escalate?"

The detectives exchanged a look. The kind adults share when they're deciding how much truth a teenager can handle without spiralling.

One of them cleared his throat. "For now, we're treating it as an isolated incident. But," he added, holding up a finger, "given who you are, and the attention around you... we're assigning officers to keep an eye on you."

"Bodyguards?" I muttered.

"Observers," he corrected, like that made it less insulting.

Ashido's mouth twitched like she was about to say something loud and unhelpful, but she swallowed it.

The detective closed his folder. "You're free to go."

Outside, the sky had turned that late-afternoon grey that made the city look tired.

Everyone else from our group had already been sent home, because apparently the universe had decided this was a two-person scene.

Ashido exhaled like she'd been holding her breath since the shop. "That was... intense."

I forced a small smile. "It was really just another Tuesday for Spider-Man."

She shut her eyes for a second, then opened them and looked at me like she was trying to memorise the fact I was still standing. "Your quirk is insane. Like... if it wasn't for your Parker tingle, that could've gone really bad."