Shouta had the most shitty time of his life with that meeting with the hpsc, they wanted to have his students go to war against villain. Kids got to fucking war, it made him clench his fists so hard his nails dig into his palm. Made him want to rip out his hair and scream his fucking lungs out, but he stayed stoic. Kept a cam expression and manner during that entire meeting, it annoyed him that Nedzu was taking in the idea.

Shouta understands that the pros need black up, but brining children into this was out of question. So he went on patrol, to cool and calm himself down. The cold winter wind biting his face and hands, his scarf kept him a bit toasty but it didn't do much. Currently Eraserhead stood leaned against a wall of a alleyway, taking a small smoke break. But thinking back, his fists closed around the cigarette, quickly crushing it.

“Fuck.” he muttered, and quickly dropped the cigarette. Shouta grinded it into dust with his boot, before rubbing at the burnt spot on his hand. “Stupid, shitty hero commission. Trying to get Kids to fight a goddamn war.” Eraserhead angrily grumbled to himself. When he suddenly heard footsteps.