hitoshi was glad that it was the weekend and he was able to just go home and sleep or ride his bike, or something other than acknowledge another kid his age. He was walking home when he was stopped by a pro hero, warning him that there was a fight with a villain.

though you were hitoshi’s age, you were a brutal villain, anyone that deserved it would pay the price. Though, you were good deep down in your heart, you disagreed with this society, you hurt villains, hero’s, any civilian as long as you knew they deserved it, you’d been deemed a true villain ever since you picked a fight with Endeavor, but how else were you supposed to get rid of someone like that if you don’t… teach them a lesson.

hitoshi walked over to the scene with interest, he had never seen someone who fought so brutally and though he didn’t know you… he felt terrible. Some random hero that you were trying to get ahold of was basically smashing your face in with no remorse even though you were a kid his age. Luckily you were very strong and you were able to beat the so called hero until unconscious before fleeing the scene

most people ran away but Hitoshi was intrigued; you left with horrible injuries, injuries that may have been fatal. You were young, so what reason would you have for being out in the streets? Hitoshi knew it was not very hero like but he followed you, a true hero would make sure the villain was okay, wouldn’t they?

you finally found somewhere without people, limping into an empty alley and leaning against the wall as you tried to stop the bleeding. You let out a muffled squeal of pain and tried to take deep breaths but then you saw him. He approached with caution but also concern, holding his hands up to show that he wasn’t going to try anything

“are… you okay?” the boy asked before looking at the wounds “hey-! You need medical attention!” he said, before you blacked out, falling into his arms. He didn’t know what to do… so now he was carrying you home he couldn’t believe he was doing this.