Hated by Life Itself (mha male oc)

Chapter 2 - Hated by Life Itself

The rest of the day passed in a blur with Tatsu trying to make himself as small as possible. He had taken to keeping his face buried in his books so that the teachers wouldn't see the fresh bruises and scrapes.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Tatsu gathered his belongings with practiced efficiency. He navigated the crowded hallways, avoiding eye contact and blending into the sea of students. The journey home seemed longer than usual, each step carrying the burden of both physical pain and emotional exhaustion.

Arriving at his doorstep, Tatsu unlocked the door, entering a realm that provided a temporary respite from the harsh realities of school life. He moved silently through the familiar space, finding solace in the quietude. Alone in his room, he examined the reflection in the mirror, tracing the contours of the injuries that adorned his face.

"You look like shit, Get into another fight or something?"

Tatsu froze at his sister's voice "... Nah, just a minor scuffle, nothing to worry about."

His sister rolled her eyes "whatever, just don't forget to pick up Rio, his club activities should be done soon."

Tatsu nodded silently, "Yeah, I'll get right on that.."
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As he reached the school gates, he saw his brother waiting, "Hey, Tatsu!" His brother's cheerful greeting pierced through the gloom, momentarily lifting Tatsu's spirits. "Hey Buddy, how was the Kendo club?"

Rio beamed happily "It was great!"

"That's good to hear"

As the two walked in silence Tatsu could feel his brother's worried stares. "Are you sure you're okay, Tatsu?"

"I'm fine, kiddo. Don't worry about it." He mustered, ruffling his brother's hair. As Tatsu and his little brother turned a corner on their way home, they stumbled upon an unfamiliar figure, clad in shadows and exuding an air of malevolence. The ominous stranger blocked their path, a sinister grin spreading across their face.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" The villain's voice dripped with malice, echoing through the street. Tatsu tightened his grip on his brother's hand, shielding him instinctively.

The villain's sinister gaze lingered on Tatsu's bruises, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Looks like you've been through quite the ordeal, my friend," they remarked, the words dripping with a twisted amusement.

Tatsu's eyes stayed on the villain in front of them, willing to use his quirk if it meant protecting his brother. "We don't want any trouble. We're just on our way home."

The figure stepped closer, a malevolent chuckle escaping their lips. "Trouble, you say? But where's the fun in that?" Shadows seemed to dance around them, amplifying the ominous atmosphere.

Tatsu tightened his grip on his brother's hand, his resolve firm. "Back off, Dude." Tatsu warns, a subtle flicker of unease in his eyes. His brother, sensing the tension, clung to Tatsu's side, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and trust.

The figure lunged at the two, purple energy pouring out from its body.

Instinct kicked in, Tatsu stepped forward, glaring into his enemies eyes as he activated his quirk, his eyes glowing. As the villain got closer Tatsu grabbed him by his throat, his arm turning into nothing but bone and rotting flesh. "I warned you..." Tatsu whispered as his voice and the very air around him seemed to squirm and distort.

Before Tatsu could proceed further, a voice cut through the eerie symphony. "That's enough."

The shadows seemed to recoil as Aizawa, the stern-faced pro hero, emerged from the darkness. His signature capture weapon was at the ready, and his gaze bore into both Tatsu and the struggling villain.