Life of a Mortal Angel || garou x fem. reader ||

1-2 : Deadly Patrol

The sun has long set and after I finish cooking our dinner, Isamu prepares the plating and we both sit in front of each other on our small dining table. "Isamu, can I ask you for a favor?" I ask my lil bro as we are having our dinner. "Huh?" he peers up from his bowl. "Can you make a device for the heroes so that they can contact me easily when they're injured?" I ask. "I can but, I just hope they won't abuse it, that's all," he answers. "We'll prioritize the heroes who are willing to put their life in fight first,"I reckon. "Like Mumen?" he teasingly says his name. "Him and maybe Genos and his Master," I say without acknowledging his teasing attempt. "Sure thing, but it won't be much then," he says.

True, not much heroes are fighting for the public safety. They are usually mostly people who just want to be acknowledged by the public when they know they can do nothing else.

"I'll have the prototype ready by tomorrow or maybe earlier...," he says in between chews. "Don't overexert yourself," I remind him while finishing up the rice in my bowl. "Yea yea," he replies.

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I sleep in my room with the feeling of impending doom lurking in the deepest creak of my heart. I take my phone from the side of my pillow. My fingers instantly press the call button directing to Satoru (Mumen Rider), dreading for the worst.

"The person you're calling is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone--- beep~--," a robotic woman replies instead.

I gulp and decide to leave a message instead. At least he'll listen after he's done his work.

"You must be patrolling right now I guess. I'm sorry to contact you at such hour but I hope that you'll be careful and... to be honest, it's better if you go home right now. Something bad is going to happen but I don't know what... you know how my intuition goes... and remember, if you find Hero Hunter, run away. You promised you would... that's all, good night,"

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The girl in the phone hangs up.

"Oh! So you have a girlfriend ? Oh wow, imagine how shocked she would be when she sees your face~," the Hero Hunter laughs in amusement. Satoru's face is broken beyond repair. Blood is spilling from his nose, mouth and a large gap on his head from having his head slammed on the ground multiple times. It's a miracle if Satoru still has his conscious but it'll also be very excruciating.

"GAROU!!!" Tank Top Master charges from behind but with just a back punch from the former Silverfang disciple, Tank Top Master falls onto his back without conscious. "I'm done with you, Tank Top Master," Garou says proudly after winning in a fight against an S-class hero.

"Now then... I guess I better clean up the rest of you," Garou eyes the whole gang of Tank Top while they could only stare back in fear of rumored fearless Hero Hunter. With just a swift movement, the whole army is defeated as a wide grin spreads across Garou's face satisfyingly.

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While I wait for Satoru to reply, I keep thinking about Garou's statement and Isamu's comment on how much hero is truly heroes. Thinking back at it... there are hundreds of heroes but it's almost the same heroes who seek medical assistance and some of them have already died an honorable death. Where are the other heroes? It's understandable if they're weak and choose to not fight, but... even during evacuations... there's only the usual heroes like Satoru.

How many heroes out there who simply uses their 'Hero' title just to get what they want?

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