Mob, arguably the most powerful kid out there, is tasked with defending the recently attacked 1A hero class of UA. All this while he struggles for control over his own future, steadily pushed toward his breaking point.
I've somehow meshed over ten...
Ight, now that Mob and Reigen's arcs are mostly done, imma put more emphasis on MHA characters. Just telling you now so no one's confused or thinks I jumped ship.
Btw, this sequel is officially called:
"But What If I Was Worse?"
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The rattling of the cart beat into his skull. Even with the helmet. Even with the soft blankets and pillows cushioning his weak body, the pain was all too present. The smallest jolt sent spikes of pain through his head, making him want to cry out and groan. But he clamped his teeth and held that agony in.
...They were wasting their time...
"Alright, this is the right room.." A woman's voice calmly spoke to her coworkers. The hinge of a door creaked. The transport bed rotated, making his whole world spin. A terrible headache came over him, this nauseating pain lasting far longer than any sting. His form of transportation jumped again just slightly to get over a small bump in the doorway. Still made him hiss in pain. He so badly wanted to hold his delicate skull in his hands and rub the pain away, but his arms were bound tightly within a straight jacket, for his own protection as much as for those of the people around him. "Now up on here." The same lady instructed.
The man remained limp and helpless as the three or so nurses helped him into his bed, struggling to lift his thin body over that one bar on the side of the hospital bed he always bumped into somehow.
...These people had better things to do. Why were they even wasting their resources; their staff; all on him?..
Finally settled, a couple remained, shuffling around the room to ensure nothing dangerous had been left behind, before they too left.
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"Hhhhhhh..."
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There's something calculatively cruel about how this place worked. They keep you from killing yourself again and again, wasting precious time, staff, and resources on you... For what? Just so you can wallow a little longer in your pain? Knowing death is right around the corner regardless??
There was nothing caring about this hospital at all.. It was an insufferable place to be. A torture device meant to gaslight you into thinking you're the one with problems.
Did he have problems? Of course!.. Who didn't?! Different kind, but...
