"Mornin’." Hizashi's greeting was curt and quiet compared to his usual loud, chirpy and lengthy bursts. With his hair worn down, a mane styled just to the bare minimum curling on his shoulder and his sunglasses replaced with simple red-framed glasses, he looked nothing like the radio DJ and pro hero everyone knew and idolised. His posture exuded fatigue, his shoulders hanging limply until they suddenly tensed. He took a deep breath, raised his arm and closed his eyes as he muffled a far too loud sneeze into his sleeve, the sonic wave hurting his ears. He exhaled raspily, coughing hoarsely and sniffling, before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and blowing uncomfortably loudly into it. He guessed that every word he would say would come out like it was dragged over a kitchen plane, lacking the usual strength, and his voice would probably sound nasal from how thick his nasal mucous membranes had swollen. But he was the Voice Hero. He would have to speak eventually…