In My Steed (OC x MHA)

Decimoctavo

Lemme tell you something…

Y’know, the stuff they are pumping in me feels really weird. The good kind of weird.

Oh yeah, how are ya. Good morning. Nice to see you, blah, blah, blah. I scratched my stubble as I cursed under my breath. This was fucking bogus. A press conference? Really? Right after fighting for my and other’s lives? I'm guessing that the Hero Association wants to hammer in the nail here, that I am an esteemed, “redeemed” hero... Fucking bitches. I wonder if they're gonna try and take advantage of that leak against me. So many things to think about…

I rubbed the part of my head where Recovery Girl whacked me due to getting hurt like this. Damn old hag… At least I feel better, but the stab wounds are gonna hurt. A lot probably. I glanced at my phone, notifications practically overflowing. Headlines, news articles, and more… I’m glad no one knows my number because damn. I sigh to myself, the pain in my chest was doing its job in keeping me wide awake. I really am surprised that that stab didn’t just kill me then and there, must’ve been a miracle or something… Still hurts to breathe though.

And so, I lie in wait, looking at the ceiling. Stain… He was a guy that stuck to his ideals, no matter how much you tried to tear them apart. I’ve seen my fair share of people like that, he definitely was extreme though. One thing I have seen as the big question was… Was he right? Heroes sucked. Some did, some didn’t, but this dichotomy shouldn’t even be present within heroism. Can’t wish for everything I guess. Killing though is another story, especially kids. I got the idea, but the way it was done was absolutely atrocious. Not cool.

I sit back and just relax for now. I did get stabbed after all.

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[3rd Person POV]

It was a mess down below in the hospital. More than the usual business. It wasn’t a villain attack. Not an influx. It was a person. It was a person, who had no business or clearance to even be there, was there. Shouts sounded off, curses were thrown, staff was tossed around. They needed to get in. To see someone. To see him.

“Wait, he isn’t in good condition and coming in there like this is! An increased heart rate can cause pain within his chest-”

“Buzz off!”

They sidestepped the doctor as they pounded down the hallways, they had to siphon where he was from some poor receptionist who definitely wasn’t paid enough for this. Their legs, nice and strong, eventually came down to a door… and with a bang… kicked it in.

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[Jason POV]

Y’know… I realized… I really can’t name a Nick Cannon song- What was that!? That feeling arose again!

And then the door blew wide open… To the woman of the hour, Rumi Usagiyama, and damn did she look pissed. She wore something casual, of course, to not draw too much attention. Even then, that’s impossible really, just look at her.

“HEY! The hell man! Having all the fun and shit, and now look at you, looking like a stupid sick loser!”

“... Good morning, Rumi.”

What a welcome. She slammed the door shut as she walked right up to my bed. There was a hint of something I couldn’t really pick up in her eyes. She crossed her arms under her bosom and looked at me.

“You look horrible!” I only lightly scoffed.

“Fought. You know how it is.”

“I don’t, idiot. Where?”