mindlesspurplegaze:
Hesitating, Shinsou wasnât sure what to do. Mic was hurt⌠a lot and Shinsou didnât want to just run off without trying to help. What if the villain came back for a second strike? Shinsou could help. Maybe the villain would recognize him from the sports festival or Shinsou could try and mimic Micâs voice and get him with his quirk. Shaking his head, Shinsou decided to stay still.Â
âNo. I can help. If they come back and attack again you couldâŚâ Get seriously hurt. Shinsou took the phone though. He would call while backing Mic up. He didnât want to just run away like some coward.
There was a quiet groan at Shinsouâs reluctance to leave him, and while the kid got bonus points in his book for it, it was also reckless. âO-Oi, Listener...â He mumbled, but never got to finish. His head darted up as he heard movement from down the way, and his body was moving to get him Up, to be in Front of Shinsou. He wouldnât let anyone harm a student, even if he was ill-equipped to handle things.
One hand clamped to his side, Hizashiâs breathing had him wheezing faintly, shoulder pressed against the nearest wall for support. Approaching them was a fairly large individual, brown fur covering his skin, large claws flecked with blood. âH-Hey Listener...â Mic was mumbling to Shinsou again, shaking slightly. âR-Remember... To cover your ears when I take a deep breath...â He wasnât going to do it yet, but if this got more ugly than it was...
âHalt, Listener! I-I can see youâre pretty angry, b-but thereâs no need to attack! Why donât we chat things out...â A slightly bloody hand reached back to press Shinsou to further step away, the attacker not stopping his approach.
