The fight was over, the ‘heros’ won, well, EraserHead and Nexe won, but Nexe was no where to be seen as usual. Normally Nexe would wait for Eraser before leaving so what happened?..

Nexe had barely managed to get away, a large stab wound in their stomach, they were bleeding out, quickly too. The last thing they regretted not doing was saying goodbye to eraser because they genuinely believed they were about to die.

EraserHead had gone to look for Nexe after the fight, the kid couldn’t have gotten too far seeing as they had definitely hurt their leg in the fight, Eraser poked his head into a random alleyway as he looked only to see the kid propped up against the wall and struggling with a bad wound on their stomach as it kept bleeding.

Nexe didn’t know if they was relived or upset Erase found him, they were glad that they could at least say goodbye but it broke them knowing Eraser would probably see them die, no hospital would take Nexe for being a vigilante and if Nexe did go they would be arrested immediately afterwards

EraserHead ran over to the kid, propping them up in his arms as hr tried to look at the wound only for Nexe to stop him before speaking

Nexe: “I-…I don’t want to die…”

the kids tone said it all, they had never been scared of anything before yet in the face of death they didn’t want to die, the kid Aizawa had known for almost two years and just recently found out was under 17 was probably about to die in his arms..

Nexe didn’t know why they said that, they had wanted to thank Aizawa for always looking out for them but all that came out was a weak mumble of not wanting to die, they felt to stupid as they gently tried to prop themselves up against Eraser, tears welling in their eyes as they took off their costumes mask revealing their face for the first time..

Nexe looked young, around 15 and they had the deepest almost black eyes and dark pale curly navy hair, they looked scared as they lay there..