~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Hang On

Hizashi walked down the empty street, a grin on his face and his hands shoved into his pockets, headphones on his head. There weren't many people out, which was probably a good thing. This way, Hizashi could do his shopping without being mobbed by fans of his radio show, which happened much more often than not.

Sure, Hizashi was grateful and loved all of his followers, but sometimes his life gets a bit to chaotic. Even pro heroes need some free time.

Humming quietly, Hizashi walked over to one of the lit up shop windows, walking through the doorway and down the aisles, searching for the things he needed. After a few minutes, he walked back out to the street, two plastic bags in each hand and a grin on his face. Humming happily to himself he started back towards his apartment, scrolling through songs on his phone. Just as he had decided on something to listen too, a high pitched scream pierced the night, stopping the blond male dead in his tracks as he whirled on his heel, dropping his grocery's.

"Someone's in danger?!"

Hizashi's instincts kicked in, and he took off running in the direction the scream had come from, abandoning his shopping in the middle of the sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, he skidded to a halt in front of a darkened alley. A normal crime scene in his opinion. A girl, no more than fourteen or fifteen, her back to the harsh brick wall, eyes wide and scared as she turned to face the blond hero, a gun pressed against her forehead, tears running down her cheeks. Standing in front of her was a tall, shadowy man with spikes growing out of his hair, and scaly-ish skin along his hands and face.

He glared angrily at Hizashi, his hand firmly against the girl's shoulder, keeping her pinned as he pointed the gun at the blond instead.

"If you know what's good for ya, mate, you'll turn your ass around and pretend you didn't see anything, ya hear?" The thug growled, cocking the gun in a threatening manner. Hizashi chuckled softly, a grin growing on his face as he pushed up his orange tinted glasses to hide his glinting chartreuse eyes.

"Sorry, buddy, but that's not happening."

The thug growled, throwing the girl to the side with a grunt.

"Stay put, Gussie. I'll finish you off once I kill this bastard."

Hizashi took a deep breath, catching the girl's eye.

"Run. Cmon, now's your chance, kid. Run."

The girl seemed to get the message, on her feet in less than three seconds. The thug made made a swipe at her, trying to catch on the clothing she wore, but she was already gone, whispering a thank you as she skated past the blond hero. The thug cursed in anger, pointing the weapon directly at Hizashi's thin chest with grit teeth and fury in his eyes.

"Fucking dammit, you asshole, that brat was gonna make me some good money. Now, my buyers are gonna be mad....and your gonna die."

Hizashi chuckled, taking a deep breath As he prepared to use his quirk, but before the air could leave his throat, the thug gave him a sinister looking smirk as gun shots rang through the silence, ricocheting off the brick walls. Hizashi gasped as blinding pain shot through every inch of his body, his vision blurring red and blood gushing through his teeth as he collapsed to his knees, wheezing, gasping for breath, coughing up blood as footsteps approached from behind him, followed by soft laughter.

"There were two of them....."

He screamed in pain as a heel collided with the back of his skull, forcing his bleeding body down to the pavement as the second thug spoke from behind him, griding their foot into his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't you heros know when to mind your own business?"

The thug sighed, walking past Hizashi's body and over to his companion, an annoyed tone in his voice.