A steady 70° F on a sunny day, three hours past the afternoon. A mild breeze, not too strong and yet just enough to keep things steady. Light grey wispy clouds floated above the city of Musutafu, and in all honesty it was as normal a day as it could be. People milled about on the streets, crossing from one block to the other as the cars waited for their turn to do the same. And as every normal day had the good in it, so did the bad.
In an out of the way alley, just far away enough where the average person can pretend they don't hear what's going on, a crime was being committed. A slightly overweight man wearing a skintight, dark purple (almost black) jumpsuit was leering at his ill-fated prey. She was so small compared to his 5' 7" frame, squirming helplessly as she tried to escape the confines of his Quirk. She screamed and sobbed hysterically for help, but alas none came.
"Ssh, girlie," the man gently told her as he stared his now icy blue eyes into hers. He brushed her brunette hair aside in a gesture that could've been seen as romantic, but it was perverted, twisted, malicious. "No one's comin' for ya, so ya might as well just let it happen," he suggested with a sadistic grin, his toothy smile showing numerous gold replacements alongside his cavities. It absolutely smelled rancid, like a man puked on his own pile of shit he recently took; the woman gagged in disgust, struggling to breathe through her mouth all the while hating that she couldn't yell for the heroes to save her. "Good, now ya get it," the man praised before leaning in and licked his black-stained tongue across her left cheek and into her eye. "Salty…oh yeah, I'm gonna have a hell of a time with ya," he boasted before he reached down to unzipper.
Just as the woman resigned to her fate, giving up on the hope that anyone would save her, a sound began to lightly buzz throughout the air at the end of the alleyway. It sounded like the crackle of a tesla coil at first, going from a light buzz to a medium hum until finally a distortion in the air accompanied it. A black sphere that distorted the light around itself grew and grew and then morphed into a humanoid figure standing upright.
A chestnut-haired man with light yellow eyes wearing silver armor, mechanical gloves, and a green tie blinked around uninterestedly, but the slight upturn of his cheeks underneath his bird-like mask ruined the illusion he tried so hard to project. After a couple of seconds had passed he finally looked to his left and saw the assault that was happening, his excitement and relief being pushed to the wayside by the overwhelming disgust that built silently within him. He saw the despair vanish from the woman's eyes, only to be replaced with desperate hope.
"P-please! Help me!" she cried out, a burst of adrenaline giving her the courage she needed.
A slight, almost imperceptible, nod came from the mysterious man before he directed his attention to the filthin front of him. "If you stop right now I promise I won't hurt you too much," the man coldly declared, a slight tensing in his wrist muscles causing the mechanical gloves to retract into itself with a hiss of hydraulics, freeing his two hands. The villain, who had the initials "GC" on the center of his chest, scoffed in amusement as he directed his Quirk with his eyes to send the man flying into the wall with an audible snap noise. The bird-like man's eyes bugged out of his head as he felt pain surround him on all sides until…nothing. He tried to move his body but it wouldn't respond to his commands.
Great, his spinal cord was broken again and probably not for the last time in his life. The man internally sighed at the mild inconvenience he had suffered before he activated his Quirk, causing multiple things to happen simultaneously: Since he was practically a ragdoll his body was pressed flat against the stone wall, allowing him to manipulate it. He used the wall to his left and extended a column of stone to hit his left hand and press it against his leg. As he destroyed the atoms that made up his spinal cord and rebuilt it from the ground up, he used his right hand to send two spiked columns of stone into the villain's eyes, with a third one launching right into the man's groin.
In less than five seconds the whole problem was resolved and dealt with (besides the new problem of the annoying wailing from the fallen dickhead).
"Are you alright, miss?" the man asked politely as he put his gloves back on. Before he knew it he was wrapped in a crushing embrace, hating that he cringed as the sobbing mess of a woman relentlessly showered him (quite literally) with "thank yous" and the like. "It's okay, it's okay. Everything is going to be fine now," he half-lied, knowing personally what happens to the minds of people who've nearly or have gotten raped. But for now he held her, pushing past his disgust for germs and disease as she let her emotions pour out. He waited patiently for her to calm down before asking, "May I borrow your phone?"
She nodded as she handed over her phone, watching as her savior attached a wire to it and to a device on his left forearm. After seeing it light up and beep in conformation that he could now access the internet he gave it back before he took out his own personal phone and dialed in a number.
"Hi, I'd like to report an attempted assault and rape…no, don't worry I stopped it personally…yes I'm a hero and he'll be fine. Please don't forget to comfort first and then interview the victim, okay?" he reminded before ending the call. With a groan and a scowl on his face he dusted himself off and walked over to the dead man; placing an ungloved hand on his chest. The villain's body exploded in a gory mist of blood as his eyes were fixed and repaired, along with his groin, not to mention the other things that led to his just death. But alas, the chestnut-haired man remorselessly thought, when he did his job fixing his "mistake" of killing the man his Quirk "accidentally" did more than revive and restore the villain to full health. It would seem that, completely by coincidence, the piece of shit man who tried to rape a woman would need the strongest pair of glasses to ever see clearly again when he woke up, the structural integrity of his spine was compromised (meaning he'd be in pain every time he moved), and not to mention that he could never have children from this point onwards.
Truly sad.
After checking that he was stable the bird-like savior of a man began to walk away.
"W-wait!" the woman cried out. "What-what-who…what's your name?"
The man stopped in his steps, his back facing towards her as he answered: "My friend once told me, 'Any hero could save a civilian, but a true one doesn't go out of their way to get recognition.' I live by his words to this day," he paused, clearly reminiscing better times. "If you figure out who I am, whether it be now or later, I hope the man you find is as good and as just as I am."
The man wondered why he was getting stared at so much…no he wasn't. It was clear (going by their faces as he calmly walked by them) that they're fearful of him. He didn't care what they thought, they could take pictures of him with their flash on and he still wouldn't give them the time of day. No, he had a mission and he was going to complete it.
He read about it as he walked, but no matter how much he read it was still mind-boggling him. The fact that it was shaped like a giant letter "H" upfront was already weird enough, but the fact that it was a hero school that was publicly known was crazy to him, but it further still gave him the hope he desperately needed. Just before he entered through the gate that led to the school grounds it closed with a ferocious force, adding yet another problem to his plate.
The chestnut-haired man breathed out, hoping that his knowledge would coincide with the person he wanted to meet. "Hi, I'd like to talk to Nedzu? It's very important…oh my sincerest apologies, I forgot to call him 'Principal' Nedzu earlier. I still find that strange, at least to me," he rambled, hoping against hope that the rodent was thorough enough to have an audio/video feed with facial recognition software.
"Another one?" a gruff voice called out behind him. Turning around the man found a hunched-over hobo wearing rags around his neck and black clothing. "Look, you need to-" the hobo abruptly stopped as he his posture straightened, his eyes flashing red as he extended his rags and entangled him before pushing his face into the floor. "Chisaki?! How did you escape?! Why are you here?" the hobo asked hurriedly as he pressed the emergency button four times that was hidden on his belt.
"Such a warm welcome. I mean you no harm, I just want to speak to Nedzu…and a couple others now, seeing as how you're alive. How are you by the way, Sho?" the tied up Chisaki asked nicely, a genuine smile gracing his lips in fondness of the man. Unbeknownst to him, however, the hobo glared at him even more at the nickname. "It's…odd seeing you again, but I like it. How's Eri? I pray she's doing okay in school, having fun with her-"
"Don't you dare," Aizawa stopped him, the urge to murder the monster beneath him growing bigger and bigger. "You say her name again and I'll personally take you apart and put you back together myself, the law be damned," he vehemently warned, his eyes straining before he was tapped on the hip by a small paw.
"You can rest, Aizawa. I brought the others up to speed. Cementoss and Midnight, if you would please," Nedzu said, giving the cue to knock out Overhaul and entrap him in concrete.
"Nedzu!" Overhaul greeted as his mask was removed by the rodent, hives breaking out where the tiny paws touched. Relief shone in Kai's eyes despite the pain of wanting to itch. "It's good to see you face to face. We'll talk later, right?" the man asked, a sickening amount of hope in his tone of voice.
"Oh, but of course we will," Nedzu answered, barely concealed hostility hidden underneath his words.
Chisaki's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly at the reassurance, resisting the urge to sleep to say one final thing, "Good…just make sure…to bring…Lemillion and…and-" And then he was out like a light, quiet little snoring noises coming peacefully after; the tension that was on his face melting away like tears in the rain. The teachers and the principal all looked at one another, wondering what the hell just happened.
"I don't get paid enough for this shit," Aizawa grumbled as he used his eye drops, putting three in each eye for extra relief.
