So I’m reminded now and then of bex’s headcanons for aizawa and yamada friendship (which are amazing!), and then this amazingly hilarious combo appeared XD so here’s a small piece for these things combined.
The enemy was close, he could tell. In fact, he could hear him. It was obviously a big one, and the heavy steps resounded throughout the empty streets, assuming an almost physical quality in its strength, scratching paint off walls and cracking glasses. He clenched his teeth in annoyance, the vibrations of a particularly heavy impact jarring his bones, more feeling than hearing the sharp sound of destroyed concrete. He had no visual of the target, so he stopped on a roof, using the time to catch his breath and survey the area.
The villain had run a rampage through this abandoned area on the outskirts of town and was steadily making his way towards the city. A city full of unprotected civilians. They had to stop him before he could go any further, but all attempts had fallen flat as of now.
All deft motions, Eraserhead skilfully manipulated his capture weapon, using it to pull himself to the next building. He was now able to identify the direction of the destruction noises, and yet still no signs of him. Damn it, he would have to get closer. The situation wasn’t looking too bright.
With sharp eyes, he recognized the flashy figure of Present Mic one block down, evidently trying to approach enough so his quirk would have an effect. A sudden idea crossed his mind and he smirked to himself. Out of the box, all right. But still logical and potentially effective. And would probably pay Mic back for how he pulled his leg the other day. Perfect.
Jumping on an electric wire, he ran towards his friend, quickly looping his reins on a light pole before lowering himself to the ground, landing swiftly right beside the crouched hero who only glanced at him, unimpressed and used to the behaviour.
“Mic. I will use my weapon to throw you towards that villain.” That got a reaction, alright. His friend looked at him aghast, tilting his head to the side like an astonished cockatoo, and then looking around as if Eraserhead had lost his brain somewhere along the pile of scattered garbage that surrounded them both and replaced it with a rotten tomato. For fuck’s sake.
“Trust me.” He said simply, already moving his reins to surround the other’s torso. Present Mic swallowed dry, dread shadowing his features. Knowing fully well he was fucked.
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