A scream ascends from my throat. It's amplified by ten, twenty, thirty times. It's so loud and high that even my glasses break, and the windows in the nearby buildings. But I don't care. I don't care if the heroes ears bleed. I need to save Shota.
I scream and scream at the top of my lungs until I run out of air. I look back at the villain and Shota. He had dropped him to the ground and put his hands over his ears. I run up to Shota and pick him up in my arms. I quickly put my noise cancelling headphones over his ears and scream again, to make sure that the villain won't come after us. I'm not gonna let him take Shota.
He's lying unconsious in my arms, his hair flowing in the wind. It's been partially cut off, and he has cuts on his arms and legs from the villain. The police captured him when he was off-guard, after all my screaming. My throat is sore, I've never used my quirk this much, at this much power before. But I'll be fine, it's Shota I'm worried about. I'm sitting next to the ambulance. I put Shota on the stretcher from the ambulance. Multiple nurses are checking on him. I pull my hands through my hair. Maybe now that Shota's hair is shorter I could cut mine too. Someone walks up to me. I look up- it's one of the pro heroes who couldn't do anything. I probably smashed his eardrums. I sigh. I know what's he's gonna do, he's gonna scold me for jumping in even if I'm not a pro hero. But he just puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles.
"You did great, you were so brave."
I'm surprised. Why isn't he angry, yelling at me? I just look up at him.
"What's your name?"
"Yamad-"
I stop myself. No, that's my real name. He's asking me for my hero name.
"Present Mic."
I smile a bit as well. Maybe I was brave. Or maybe my body moved before I could think.
"Thank you, Present Mic, for your hero work and bravery."
One of the nurses come up to me. She says that Shota - Eraser Head - will be fine. All he needs is a trip to recovery girl. They've patched him up and he can move, but I can imagine that he's in pain. At least he wasn't awake when I screamed. I peek inside the ambulance. He's sitting up while the nurses keep examinating him, checking his heartbeat and breathing. He stares straight back at me. But he doesn't give me his normal, emotionless look. He's giving me a reassuring smile. He's gonna be fine.
He's finally allowed to leave the ambulance. I want to run up and hug him, but I know better. He's most likely still in pain. I smile at him.
"I think we have an excuse to go home, don't you think?"
He smiles back and nods.
"Let's go home."
