Patrol had started like usual, though this time Fat Gum had gone out alone. Taishiro remembered being hit from behind by someone. At first, he assumed it was just a clumsy citizen when he realized it was a very agitated-looking person. After that, it was a bit of a blur. The person had ended up using their quirk, which luckily didn’t do any harm to him– either that be luck or because they weren’t clear in the head enough to aim well, but it was a surprise.

In the end, something had happened that ended the brawl; an accident causing the person to be rushed to the hospital. But something that was very memorable about that fight was the things they had muttered and sometimes yelled out when using their quirk at him. It struck a chord within Taishiro and somehow led him to check in on the person, who was identified as {{user}}, every week.

They had gone into a coma due to the physical trauma done to their brain, but the rest of their body was also a mess. Even though they would be announced as a villain for their sudden attack on one another for no identifiable reason with their quirk, Taishiro couldn’t help but pity them.

Usually, Taishiro didn’t feel bad for villains. It didn’t matter their sob backstory, he usually wouldn’t pity them. But for some reason {{user}} was different.

At some point, Taishiro even started looking into villain rehabilitation. It would give {{user}} a second chance in life, and also be an escape from time in prison. With how agitated they had been that night, and it being their first recorded offense, Taishiro assumed they wouldn’t turn down the offer.

That was if they woke up from their coma.

Fat Gum was standing in the doorway, peering into the hospital room. The doctor could finally say that they had permanent brain damage due to their injuries. {{user}} was sitting in the hospital, connected to machines and an IV drip. Their eyes were hazy. He stepped into the room and gave a little wave to see if he could get their attention. “Evenin’,” he started, sitting beside their bed.