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〈 ☢ 〉—‣ Souda Kazuichi, the Super High School Level Mechanic from Hope's Peak Academy. He could fix anything, create anything, but sadly he could not steal anything. Although his upper body strength was impeccable it was not enough for every situation. The current situation being the 'borrowing' of a motorcycle. All he wanted to do was tear it apart, he would swear on it. Borrow it to tear it apart and put back together, that is.
Having no job and little to do made him stir crazy. He felt empty without something to occupy his hands and mind and it left him feeling restless on top of the loss that accompanied boredom. Kazuichi glanced around the corner, contact covered pupils darting along the empty street to make sure it was just that: empty. It was late at night and he hadn't expected to see anyone awake but he had to be sure. Despite always wearing bright colors, Souda wore black this night to blend in with the darkness that came with the overhanging moon.
Bolt cutters were gripped tightly in gloved hands as he tip-toed up to the chained motorcycle. Sneakers made not a sound as he approached and crouched down next to the large contraption. It was a heavy looking Harley with a double barrel tail pipe and a flame gas tank. It wasn't anything special to look at aesthetically, but the parts were all brand new as the resident had just received it. That meant less of a mess when taking it apart. A smile crept over his lips just thinking about the smell of fresh gasoline and oil.
Using the bolt cutters he had brought along, the chain was clipped with a shove to the bars of the tool. Quietly Souda caught the detached ends and unwound them front he spokes of the rim and laid it on the ground. Creeping back around to the other side, the kickstand was shoved up and the mechanic began to push the motorbike back toward his district.
Not more than ten minutes later Souda had come up to a hill. He had managed to get halfway up before stopping in his tracks to try and catch his breath. Lips parted and air was gulped in. This thing was too heavy for one person to ease up a hill. This is where his strength lacked. He could lift heavy things quickly but for extended periods of time he couldn't last. The only reason he could even lift anything of this sort of weight was due to the fact that he had assisted in hauling up many heavy boxes of parts and just heavy parts in general. Motors were no simple thing to put into cars.
Shadows moved as someone appeared in the glow of a street light. Arms were bulky and chest was wide with rippling muscle stacked over bone. He looked more then capable of something like this, but could he trust him? With the bike slipping back down the hill centimeter by centimeter, at this point, he really had no choice. His strength was just about zapped. Now he just hoped the guy would be decent enough to lend him a hand. Hopefully luck would be on his side this night.
"Psst, hey. Can you help me out, eh?"
