Zero Hero || MHA ||

11. That's What Heroes Do

I surveyed the room I was in. There were six villains in the room wearing matching outfits. They had on a red undershirts with a gray vest over it. They wore red trousers and heavy boots along with cotton beanies and goggles that obscured their eyes. Each villain was pacing around the room with guns, watching the hostages to make sure they wouldn't try anything. The majority of the hostages were people who worked in the building, so I doubt they'd do much. I scanned the crowd for any signs of Mom. She was supposed to be here.

Today was Saturday. Mom had to work overtime, even though it was the weekend. I was here at Gin Co. to drop off her lunch that she forgot to bring this morning. Gin Co. is pretty big, not to mention, pretty fancy. Everyone was dressed nicely inside too. I stuck out like a sore thumb with what I was wearing.

I told the front desk lady that I was here to deliver lunch for my mom. She didn't really believe me, so she sent me up to the 47th floor with some bodyguards, but they didn't really help much. When I got there, Crimson Eclipse villains attacked and knocked them unconscious. They made me their first hostage and then everything else fell into play. The entire building was put on lockdown, and now I'm stuck here sitting on the floor surrounded by a bunch of business workers.

I raised my hand up high enough to tower over the crowd of heads. "Hey, can I leave?"

"No! You cannot!" The leader of the villain group exclaimed. His spit flew in my face, and I wiped it off with my sweater in disgust. "Can't you see? You're a hostage!"

"Get your filthy hands off of him!" I heard a shrill voice shout from the next room. Shortly after, the door burst opened. A CE villain was shoving a woman inside. She wore a silk shawl around her slender shoulders and had on bright red lipstick. A pair of sunglasses sat on top of her head and in her arms was a baby.

"Shut up!" The villain exclaimed, struggling to get her inside.

"I know what you're thinking! I'll have you know that my husband is--"

"Move it!" Another villain from behind barked. He nudged the two into the room.

After some more squabbling, the villain pushed her to where I was sitting and walked off.

As the woman began to bitterly mumble to herself, I had the sudden feeling that I was being watched. Peering over, I saw her baby boy staring right at me. The baby wore a deadpanned expression with drool trickling out of his mouth. His hair was light brown, and he had squinty eyes like his mom. His mouth was naturally turned down into a frown. He wore a light-blue collared shirt with sharks on it and brown shorts. His sneakers were squeaky clean and probably costed more than my entire outfit.

That's a cute baby, but why's he so fat?

Upon thinking that, the rich lady next to me gave me a frown. "Did you just call my baby fat?"

Her eyes inspected me for a moment. After a few seconds, she pointed at me. "Hey! I remember you! You were in the taxi with me when a Micheal Jackson look-alike came in," she said with her perfect eyebrows raising. "You drove me to the hospital."

The hand she used to point at me had on the largest diamond I've ever seen. Upon seeing that, the events from three months ago replayed in my head: sitting in the taxi, her running in, the driver getting pulled out of his seat, Micheal Jackson hijacking the car but fainting when she went into labor, me having to drive her to the hospital while cops chase us, me crashing the car but turning out unharmed...

I remember her having a Quirk that allowed her to read my mind. No wonder why she was able to know that I called her baby fat.

"Oh. You're that rich lady who has a temper. I remember now," I replied.