Presbycusis was careful in his planning, trying to stay far away from the heroes. He didnât have time to deal with them. He had plans that consisted of no heroes being present. That was as far as he had gotten.
He had hopes that he could film his talk show in peace. Just once. No heroes. No villains. No civilians. No one. Just himself and the listeners.
Those hopes did get crushed when Presbycusis noticed that blue in the corner of his eyes. A tell that there was in fact a hero there waiting for him. And man, did he just want to go to his makeshift studio.
âHero,â the villain spat out, observing the hero carefully in an attempt to understand what he was going to do. It wasnât like Presbycusis was doing anything wrong, but it certainly wasnât right. And heroes would much rather get rid of their problems before further issues arise.
"What a pleasant surprise," Oboro says sarcastically, his eyes narrowed at Presbycusis. "I must say, I'm something of a fan. Maybe if you cooperate, I'll be nice, give you some leniency. We both know how nice I can be, and I'm sure you can find some of that same kindness in your heart."
The old Hizashi would have. But people change, and Lord knows Hizashi was hit hard by Shouta's death.
In all honesty, Oboro couldn't fully blame him, as much as he hated it. Seeing how quick the world seemed to move on from Shouta's death, as if he was nothing- he doubted his path at every fork in the road.
But Shouta wouldn't want him to become the very evil he died fighting against.
Oboro just hopes he can convince Hizashi of the same.
