"Dbangz is dusty, If you need a nigga, call 1-800 Fuck Me."

Mute let out an inaudible sigh.

"Bitches on speed dial, all I got is swag. I call 1-800 Fuck Me and I fucked your fucking dad."

He turned his head to look at the young man playing this music as he drove Mute through the busy streets of Japan, though it didn't look like anything he'd ever remember or seen. The city itself was abnormally clean, strange looking people roamed all over the place, some performing acts of heroism right in front of him and others, seconds later reporters with cameras would show up literally seconds later (somehow) and began interviewing the "Hero" who had stopped the "Villain". It had only been a couple of days since he first arrived and already he knew he was going to hate this place. Lively locations just didn't suit him well.

"Dbangz is dusty. If you need a-"

Mute reached for the music player close to the stereo and hit the pause button, he was entirely fed up with the music this person was playing. He'd never hire another goddamn Uber again. Or Lyft for that matter. He'd walk just so he could be spared from this song. Not to mention he couldn't hold a conversation for more than two seconds on the account of him not being able to talk. He remembered when a local had pointed out his inability to speak and called it his "Quirk". When he put the large pieces together, Mute obviously deduced that the word the man had used meant his power. Though from the looks of things...

A young man? Teen, actually, with blond hair raised a large uncooked portion of meat into the air. He held the bone with his left hand and then with his right hand he lit the food up. After the smoke had dissipated the greasy, strong scented, meat emerged fully cooked. He took a large chomp, nearly biting down on the bone as well. Moments later he seemed to be yelling at what appeared to be a more timid kid with grassy colored hair. He turned his head to look back at the road his driver was focusing on.

"Not a fan, huh? Okay then, how about this?"

The uber driver scrolled through his phone in search of a song he would deem suitable for someone like Mute. "I have a plethora of genres all of my customers can listen to. Now, this..."

A heavy somber guitar riff started the intro to the song which was accompanied by drums. After the beat repeated for a couple of seconds, a slow gloomy voice came over the embarrassingly loud stereo that caused people in the streets to turn their heads in annoyance or curiosity.

"I never thought I'd feel this." Mute wanted to close his eyes and press his index finger and thumb to the skin near the Caruncle.

"Guilty and broken down inside." Was this really happening? Was this the vibe he gave off whenever people interacted with him? He wanted to get out of this car right now. This car without a top would make it very easy to do so. Faces kept looking on at him and the man playing this song. Oh god... people ARE looking! He needed to get out, he didn't care anymore! He just needed to escape that car. He was jumping off right n-

Mute's plan to remove himself from the car succeeded, but not in the way he had planned. Something had happened, but he didn't know what on the account of being flung from the car. Since he wasn't wearing a seatbelt, he paid the price by being sent skidding along the ground. The driver, though knocked out, survived the crash. Mute, facefirst on the ground, rose up from the ground and placed his hand above his head. He felt a bit lighter. Once his hand had made contact with his helm he realized that the left side of the top was entirely removed. From behind Mute, black skid marks along the road showed proof of this occurring. What had caused this to happen?

Oh, that. A fight between what appeared to be a hero and a villain. Guess he better check on his uber driver. Limping his way over to the man with his head against the steering wheel, Mute undid the seatbelt and then tried to carry him out of there by lifting with his legs and not his back. But that's when he realized that he would need two good legs in order to pull this off. He needed a living creature to kill. Mute looked down at the ground and watched an innocent tiny little ant crawling its way around the summery streets on this hot day.

STOMP

Mute's broken leg instantly began to twist and expand as it returned back to normal. The missing portion of his helmet also magically removed the skid marks and pieces that lay on the road and constructed itself back to normal. Mute kept he needed money to buy and bring along bugs and the like to crush whenever he would end up hurt so he could keep on going. NOW he could help out this dude. Carrying him out of that wreckage bridal style, Mute lay the man down against a wall as people clamored nearby looking to take photos of the man in his motorcycle outfit.

"Hey lift your visor! Lemme get a shot of your face!" A brunette woman requested though it felt more like an order. Though the silent man didn't care about her requests and instead focused his attention on the battle ahead of him. Mute looked at his driver and then at the expensive trashed car only a couple feet away. They had hit a large pile of debris that had fallen in the middle of the road thanks to the two people fighting. Mute couldn't discern who they were since they were so far away. The visor didn't help his vision either.

Guess the driver was out of commission. Time to call a new one. Mute kept looking on as the two people with quirks continued their battle along the streets. Then his gaze wandered to his unconscious driver then to his car. Hmm... it looks like vengeance was a course of action that he needed to take. He needed to avenge this man's car. To the fight, he goes.

...

"Dastardly villain! Your rampage throughout the city ends today!" A man in the getup yelled and struck a heroic pose as placed his fists on his waist. His head held high, he took a step forward closer to the other man causing mayhem. "You will never defeat me, Souperman!" The man he referred to wore a helmet constructed to resemble a bowl of noodle soup. The rest of his outfit showed off his rippling muscles, strapped to his blue and yellow spandex remained two chopsticks. The things he used to eat his delicious Japanese soup. It was what inspired him to be a hero! To share his love of noodle soup. "You evildoers are all the same!" The other man simply growled and said rhetorically: "That so?"

PEW

A small syringe-like object embedded itself upon the neck of Souperman's enemy. He stumbled and placed his hand on the area that had been affected. He removed the needle and looked at the thing that had poured its contents into his body. Seconds later, the bad guy finally fell forward and became unconscious. Mute walked up towards the body of the villain and looked down at the person. The person he had knocked out wore a simple mask that obscured his true identity. The rest of his outfit was something everyday civilians would wear. "Thank you for your assistance, stranger. Your help is appreciated, but unnecessary." Mute ignored the babbling hero and began fishing around the pockets of the man who lay in front of him. "Ah, yes! The stolen goods." Mute pulled out a wallet with A LOT of single five thousand yen bills. "Please hand those over to me so I can turn them in to their rightful owne-"

PEW

Souperman's body fell backward. Mute walked up to him as well and began searching the pockets of the hero as well. Mute would've scoffed if he could. The only thing he found on this person's body was a paperclip and a lot of lint. Oh well, time to give this to his uber driver. Unbeknownst to Mute cameras were rolling live, every single one of them recorded as he finessed both men. Mute eventually came back to the site of the accident and forked over the money he had acquired not too long ago from the two quirky beings. Without the driver's consent, Mute stuffed the bills into his pockets and then stood there wondering what his next course of action should be. His thoughts, however, were quickly interrupted as he heard sirens go off in the distance. Both ambulances and cops.

Shit. Better get out of here.

From a not too far rooftop, a man with a distinct flowing black scarf watched Mute disappear from the scene.