#normaldays

When Hayate thought that something might happen, he certainly didn’t except an adorable dog to deliver a message to them! If it wasn’t for the serious situation they’ve found themselves in, he would have definitely gone to the lovely canine to pet it. He liked dogs - always wanted one himself. Maybe he should finally fulfill this wish of his when he’s getting out of Paragon Tower?

However, the voice message that was played out didn’t suggest that this would happen anytime soon - unless you were ready to potentionally murder a fellow superhero, that is. Or guess everyone’s identity correctly, but only one would be able to escape that way. There was also something about forcefields that prevented them from escaping, thus only leaving them these two apparent choices for now.

All in all, much to take in.

“O-Oh boy, oh boy...”

The popping dancer rubbed his neck, not sure how to exactly react to this all. He was inclined to believe that everyone here was a superhero, given that there wasn’t any other apparent connection linking them together. There’s also the fact that he knew he was a superhero himself and... whoever put them into this predicament in the first place. Well, the latter wasn’t good, but... guess it was only a matter of time before someone would’ve gotten behind his identity, huh?

He doesn’t take this piece of information as harsh as others might. No, he’s more concerned about the fact that someone wants them to kill each other in order to return to their normal lives. Didn’t this unknown entity know that superheroes don’t kill their fellow comrades? They’re heroes, for crying out loud! You don’t simply kill people as an advocate of justice!

(Then again, there’s also the heroes that are pretty controversial in that regard, so-)

Shaking his head, Hayate allows himself to take a deep breath, before trying to see who might need help to stomach this all. He saw how some already left the gala rather quickly. Maybe, he should go after them... but what if some of the others who left had the same idea in mind? He didn’t want to overwhelm someone in case someone took care of someone else already...!

In the end, he decided to talk to someone who still remained in the gala. Wearing a pleasant smile on his face - albeit a bit nervous-looking -, he approached the next person.

A groan escaped the bespectacled youth when he came around. His entire body was aching, as if he’d slept on a harsher surface than would be healthy. Given the coldness that crept upon his cheek, Hayate guessed that he’d somehow ended up on the ground, but... how? And why?

As his swimming mind was slowly starting to focus, Hayate attempted to open his eyes. Fortunately for him, the light around him wasn’t too bright, so it only took a few moments and blinks to actually make out what was around him. At least he could confirm with certainity now that he was lying on the floor - and it wasn’t a pretty one at that.

With a confused look on his face, Hayate placed one of his hands besides his head. Pushing against the cold, hard floor, his slightly numb, left arm was finally freed from the weight of his entire body and also left him on a sitting position. Whilst gently massasing his left arm, the redhead decided to get a proper look around-

However, it wouldn’t take long.

After all, when he registered that other people were in the same situation as him - some of them already up, some of them still lying -, his first instinct was to help out wherever he could. Anything else was secondary to the well-being of others, even though he didn’t know anyone here!

Therefore, he stood up - legs still feeling a bit wobbly, but pushing onwards it was! - and made his way to the nearest person. The redhead knelt down, placing a hand on their shoulder to gently shake them.

A few interactions behind him, Hayate thought that it would be time to give the immediate area a more thorough look. Sure, he’d already seen others try and find something whilst holding conversations, but no one seemed to have come up with anything of importance yet. It was unlikely that he might find something in his own endeavours, but how could he know if he didn’t at least try it himself?

Therefore, Hayate began with the doors - they didn’t budge one bit. Locked, huh? Well, he could try and break in the door if worst come worst, but until then, it would be wiser to invest his efforts into something else, right? And for all he knew, these doors could be abnormally reinforced - they were in Paragon Tower, after all!

(Or well, at least what remained of it.)

Even though he tried to direct his attentions to what he could do, a part of his mind couldn’t stop thinking about what led them to this situation in the first place. Given how many heroes had been around, surely, an attack of villains would’ve been fought of! There’s also the state of the tower to consider... it seemd like as if decades had passed by. Did someone throw them into the future? Or to an alternate dimension? And what if this was an exact copy of the tower, in order to make them draw these conclusions? Then again, where could one build such a tower to begin with? And what reason would one have to do that to begin with?

There were way too many questions up in the air, with no means to be actually answered right now.

At last, Hayate moved on from the doors and checked the bar. If there would be at least a few bottles of water, he could distribute them, so everyone could quell their thirst, but...

“Not even water, huh...? That’s not good...”

As he mumbled worriedly to himself, Hayate heard footsteps approaching. Peeking up from where he’d currently occupied himself, he saw a stern-looking brunette who wore glasses as well. Smiling at the stranger, he held up one hand as a greeting.

“Ah, hello there! Uh, if you wondered if there’s anything drinkable here... well, I really hate to disappoint you, but there’s nothing. Just searched around in case there might be a water bottle or something, but... yeah.”

After he made sure that Suga would be fine on his own, Hayate left him to his own devices. As much as he’d love to stick around, there were other people who might require help as well! Even if his options were limited, he could still try and ease people’s nerves, right? A little bit of small talk could do the trick to calm folks down from hyperventilating!

After all, as a hero, he knew how vital it was to keep a cool head in situations such as these. Even though a side of him was moderately freaked out, he couldn’t let it best him. He needed to put all of his energy into supporting the civilains around him! That’s what a hero was for!

As such, his eyes caught onto an individual that looked especially nervous. Lost even. They were smaller than him and possesses lovely, black hair. This was certainly someone who needed a bit of help!

Approaching them, he put on a reassuring smile and made sure that he came from a direction where they’d see him soon enough. Didn’t want to startle someone who already looked like as if they could jump at any moment! That would be rude!

“Uh, hey there! Need any help or anything? I mean, as long as it’s within my reach, I’ll do what I can!”