My name is Shinsou Hitoshi, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider

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With the café far behind him, Hitoshi swung between buildings as gusts of fire spewed his way. Amid the heat, Hitoshi’s webs melted away, forcing him to cling to a wall lest he fall into a dumpster for the millionth time. Sweat glued his suit to his skin in an extremely uncomfortable fashion. As Hitoshi crawled off the rooftop, he barely managed to evade another fireball thrown his way, making Hitoshi grit his teeth. He knew that being a vigilante was illegal and all, but that didn’t mean he deserved to straight-up fucking die.

A fiery mustache loomed in the darkness as Hitoshi web-slinged away. He couldn’t even blame Kaminari for dipping out into a random alleyway. Aside from the fact that Kaminari lacked the mobility to evade Endeavor’s flames, Hitoshi was well aware of how much of a pain the hero’s makeshift facial hair was to look at.

Powered by flames, Endeavor sped through the air. Sticking to the shadows, Hitoshi bounced across streetlamps in hopes of escaping Endeavor’s line of vision. Why couldn’t Shouto have warned me not to get on his dad’s bad side? What did I ever do to piss him off so much? All I did was take down a serial killer.

Fire ensnared Hitoshi’s backpack, leading him to tear off one of the flaming straps as he dropped his bag into a dumpster. He winched at the crashing sound and hoped that his phone had been spared. After all, with his vigilante activities, he was going through phones like water, and his allowance savings had been reduced to practically nothing. Though maybe he could leverage his friendship with Shoto to get Endeavor to unknowingly reimburse Hitoshi for his damaged property.

Hitoshi slightly singed fingertips ached as he swung around a corner. It’s not like Stain is the only serial killer out there. If Endeavor is so jealous, all he has to do is walk around the sketchiest parts of town and he’ll be in luck eventually.

Behind Hitoshi, a crystal blue gaze flickered with ambition. Ducking underneath a bridge, Hitoshi wondered whether Endeavor’s frustrations were justified. After all, vigilantes were usurpers of public support while Endeavor struggled for years to climb the popularity polls. And as much as Hitoshi hated the guy, he couldn’t deny how impressive the number two hero’s arrest rate was.

Midnight traffic finally got Hitoshi into Endeavor’s blind spot and he finally slinked away into an abandoned warehouse. Covering his mouth, Hitoshi muffled his breaths lest Endeavor undercover him. Yet sparks ignited in his veins as he recalled the contempt in Endeavor’s eyes. Like Hitoshi was an intruder who didn’t deserve to fancy himself a hero. How hypocritical when Endeavor too proved to be an illusionist considering how he acted behind closed doors.

Cracking his knuckles, Hitoshi stood taller. Stain wasn’t a threat anymore. Now was Hitoshi’s chance to get payback for Shoto’s sake and for all the falsehoods that Endeavor represented.

He scooped a piece of splintered cement off the floor and hurled it through a warehouse window. The crackling of flames roared outdoors as glass shattered. Bright flashes urged Hitoshi to crawl onto the ceiling where he was out of view. Endeavor landed in the hall with a resounding thud while Hitoshi clung to the walls for dear life.

Pulling back his fingers, Hitoshi narrowed his eyes with determination. He only had one shot. And a little whisper in the back of his head told him to be foolish – but it wasn’t as if he could get even more on Endeavor’s bad side. Who cares if I’m petty? That’s kinda the whole point of being a teenager. Plus, it’s not like the Commission is ever going to let the public believe that the number two hero is an abuser. We gotta steal back the little victories ourselves.

Even in the dark, Hitoshi could decipher that Endeavor was blessed with generous assets. After all, the fabric of his skintight bodysuit really clung to the curves of his very round butt. Hitoshi wanted to strangle himself over staring at Endeavor’s ass for an uncomfortable long time. Not that he saw Endeavor as a DILF – Hitoshi was strictly interested in blondes his age, thank you very much. Hand on his heart, Hitoshi had only been gawking at Endeavor’s butt cheeks for research purposes.