A small pilot chapter for something I'll probably never continue, but hey. Like they say, it's the thought that counts, right?
Puppetdoll.
That was a name that Aizawa Shouta haven't heard in a long, long time.
It was in times like this that Aizawa Shouta wished he had a memory-erasing quirk instead.
The raven-haired man clutched at the long roll of white tape in his fists, his eyes fixated on the purple figure before him. His mind told him that she'll never turn herself in or change for the better, but a small portion of his heart, his damned heart, whispered otherwise.
"It's been such a long time, Eraserhead." His chest stung at the name she used for him. It was no longer Shou-chan, or Ta-chin, or Shouta, or even Aizawa.
Just Eraserhead.
"I hope you've considered a change of mindset, Puppetdoll," Aizawa spat right back, his composure slowly thinning out by the second. It was raining. A disadvantage for both of them. "We both know that fighting is irrational."
The purple-haired woman snickered and reached her arm out, strings appearing from the tip of her fingers. "That's exactly like you, Eraserhead." The strings spun into a doll and she grinned widely. It was too different from the smile Aizawa fell for. It was crueler. Colder. And as much as he did not want to admit it, terrifying.
"I didn't get why saving people needed a license," His ex-classmate hummed, threading on the strings gracefully over to him. "And I still don't now."
If I erased her quirk now, she'll fall to the ground and be rendered unconscious, the black-haired male calculated, his eyes still on the woman. She knows this, so why…?
"But y'know, Shouta," The said man snapped his head upwards at his given name being called. "If being a hero meant that I only can take action to save people when law permits me…"
He gasped when a blindfold was thrown over his eyes and he instinctively jumped backwards, only to realise that her string had wrapped his whole body in a fine cocoon. So her plan was to throw me off?
The violet-haired woman laughed airily. "If being a hero means I can only watch as people suffer because the law doesn't allow me to take action…"
The strings disappeared and Aizawa immediately opened his eyes and removed her quirk, only to realise that she was gone.
"Then I don't wanna be a goddamn hero."
He spun around, his red eyes shining under the cloudy darkness, but the woman was already out of sight. He observed his surroundings tensely, making sure that Puppetdoll was nowhere near him and exhaled shakily.
I wish I hadn't met that troublesome, meddlesome woman, he muttered darkly as he cleared the floor of his dropped groceries and proceeded to return home, not anticipating having to write a report later that night.
Yep. That's it. This is just a pilot so don't expect anything big, but I might continue this. Do check out Super Uncool, though. That's the story I'm actively working on.