Heading over to the Sanctuary House, Toxin could see that it really was nothing extravagant. A modest three-story building with beige colors, it looked quaint compared to the more metropolitan buildings it neighbored to. The back of the building had a loading dock with several trucks parked there already. A sign was situated at the front that read: "All-Might's Sanctuary House: A Place To Get Back On Your Feet". Surprisingly, there was no statue or any identifiable markers of the Hero outside besides the name on the sign. Still, Ryo said this place would be the best one to stay, and Toxin would rather not spend another night out on the streets.

Toxin scuttled into the darkness of a nearby alley. He dropped, shedding off the suit as they fell and landed in regular clothing. Well, as regular as a symbiote disguising itself as regular clothing can be. Making his way over, Bren cautiously pushed the doors open.

Inside was the front lobby. There was a receptionist manning the front desk. To the left was a table that had a coffee machine and pot that was next to the stairs. Behind it was a stack of different coffee brands, along with boxes of tea brands off to the side in their specially marked space. A giant photo collage hung up on a wall. It was labelled "Volunteer of the Week", and it was filled with faces of different men and women of all ages. Bren was pretty sure he spotted Ryo's face in there.

The receptionist looked up from her desk. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She spoke.

"Um, I'm looking for someone to get me situated." Bren answered.

"Oh, for volunteer work?"

"Um, no. For a place to stay."

The receptionist's face brief flashed a look of pity. Who knows how many homeless or runaway kids wound up in this place?

"Okay, look for a man named Teki Shoutai. He runs a lot of the operations here, so he'll be your best bet. Last time I saw him was in the kitchen back there," the receptionist pointed further down the main hall. "If he's not there, then check his office on the second floor." Her arm pointed higher up.

Bren said his thanks and walked into the main area. It looked like a repurposed gymnasium. Rows of bunk beds and chairs filled the space making it tough to navigate. Not to mention the number of people there. Men and women, young and old, were all spread out across the room. Some took to their little gatherings, either hanging out or trying to work on a shared activity. Some were sleeping in beds, despite the noise and the light shining outside. Others crowded around donated clothes, trying to find something new that fit them.

It was hard looking at this place. Bren hadn't seen this many homeless or desperate people in one place before. Despite all the modern sleekness and the bounds of superheroes in this city, there were still people who fell through the cracks unable to make a decent living. And yet, there was also a sense of hope. Bren could see it in their eyes. How their eyes brighten when they find some article of clothing that fits them. When they find their favorite food among the donations. The excitement in their voices when they say that this job application is going to be the one. It's no wonder why someone like Ryo would volunteer here. It's helping people out through their darkest times.

A group of folding chairs were placed in front of one of the TVs. It was an older model, but it was tuned into the news like any other TV. On it was the same newscaster who slandered Toxin's actions. The one who vilified the symbiotic hero as a menace to society. Despite the muted TV, Bren scowled, already hearing the man's voice in his head.

"Don't like ol' Iron Head?" An older voice spoke up.

Bren turned to see an older man leaning back in one of the chairs. His tired eyes and knowing smirk gave off a distinct image.

"I guess?" Bren answered. "The guy just seems to go off on the new guy, Toxin, the most even though he's doing good."

"Yeah, that's the thing about ol' Iron Head; he's not exactly fond of vigilantes."

"Gee, coulda fooled me with how he talks about them."

The older man chuckled. "Anyway, his real name is Hihan Tekina. Iron Head's a nickname back when he was an on-the-ground reporter. Stubborn and solid enough to not be intimidated by any Villains or organized crime. In fact, he was one of the major info brokers back when the Hero Community cracked down on the Yakuza."

"Huh. You seem to know a lot about him, mister…?" Bren said.

"Name's Jin." The older man bowed slightly. "Don't really want to give my last name unless there's another Jin running around here. But just call me Jin."

"I'm Bren. So, what's Hihan's deal with vigilantes? And how come you know so much about him?" Bren asked.

"For starters, I used to work in the same news company with Iron Head till, well, life happened." Jin shrugged. "As for the other question, can't tell ya. He was never really the sharing feeling type. Maybe it's because vigilantes operate outside the law? Maybe it's something personal?"

"Yeah, maybe," Bren muttered.

Still, it hurt to hear Toxin's actions being branded as villainous with every good action either ignored or twisted into something else. But, whatever, Bren was here to get situated. Not to wonder why some crusty old newscaster hated his guts. Bren thanked Jin for his answers and left to find Shoutai.

It wasn't long before Bren finally met up with the man himself. Shoutai was a man in his forties, yet he had the smile and energy of a younger man. He welcomed and helped Bren get situated within Sanctuary House. The process was surprisingly shorter than expected, given how Bren legally didn't exist on this Earth. They just side-stepped or told half truths on the parts where things wouldn't add up.

One of the hardest parts of getting situated was defining Bren's Quirk. Now, if Bren was a mutant, it would be easy to list off his powers. Except he wasn't, and he couldn't really say that a symbiotic alien was his power. Truth be told, the less people who knew about Toxin, the better. Sentient Quirks were not unheard of, but they were extremely rare in general. Plus, saying that his Quirk was bloodthirsty symbiote who jokes about eating people and can only be placated with chocolate is something that would not go over well with anyone. So, instead, Bren had to brainstorm a way to explain his powers.

Now, he could simply go and identify himself Quirkless. However, Bren really wanted to keep some of the symbiote's benefits. And you couldn't explain enhanced physical attributes when you're a scrawny teenager by saying you work out without a Quirk. So, it took a while before Bren and Toxin came up with the idea of "Bloodflow". Bloodflow was the "official" name of Bren's "Quirk". It stated that Bren could manipulate his own blood to boost certain muscles on command. It would explain his strength and speed without anybody getting suspicious. And it would keep Toxin hidden from nosy outsiders who wanted to find the vigilante.

It would be several days after entering the Sanctuary House that Bren started to get into a grove here. When not trying to help in any way he can with the shelter (he was basically living there for free), Bren would take the time to explore this new city he was in. Musutafu was pretty expansive. It was no Tokyo, but there was enough to see and do for a teenager. Well, a teenager who didn't have a very limited amount of cash left in their wallet.

Toxin was getting antsy over the lack of action. The symbiote constantly goaded or pleaded with Bren to be let out, to swing, and to take out bad guys. To be honest, Bren wanted to do this too. He loved the powers the symbiote gave him, but he knew it was important to lay low. By now, the fire Toxin stirred up in the public consciousness had died down, though there were still people talking about him online.

Bren was at a crossroads. He wanted to continue being Toxin as usual, but the added danger of Pro Heroes trying to arrest him made him pause. Likewise, his research into this city brought up an important fact: there were Hero schools. As in schools that taught people how to legally be Heroes. It would be 10 months of waiting for the entrance exams to open. And so, this left Bren in a conundrum. He knew he had the power to do good. But does he use it now or wait until he won't be legally persecuted for it?

While Bren was getting situated, he would wind up getting closer with Ryo during her volunteer shifts. She often came along with school friends who also were there for volunteer work. They were nice, but Bren could always feel a sense of pity from them. Like he was nothing more than the poor, homeless foreigner. Like they were looking down on him. But Bren could push those feelings aside for some interaction with people his age.

As for now, Bren and Ryo were walking down a street together. It was getting close to the end of the day, and most of Ryo's friends had gone home. Bren was listening to Ryo finishing up a story.

"…And that's why my elementary school never went to the zoo on a field trip again," said Ryo.

"Wow, a guy did all that with a pack of lemurs?" Bren asked astonished.

As Ryo was explaining the means of how this was done, Bren felt something through his symbiote sense. He paused to look around for danger.

"Bren, you okay?" Ryo asked.

But before Bren could answer…,

*WAMPH!

The sound of crumbling walls and breaking glass filled their ears. From the smoke emerged a massive, armored figure. In their hand, the figure held a small spandex clad hero, unconscious and bruised.

"Hmph, another weak hero," The villain said before tossing the hero aside. "Is there no one who can challenge the Dreadnought?"

A gasp from Ryo alerted the villain to her and Bren's position. The villain smiled cruelly as he started to approach them. Bren clenched his fist. Before attacking the two, Dreadnought was pelted by several projectiles. Turns out the Pro Hero wasn't down for the count, as he struggled and eventually stood up.

Dreadnought grinned. "Turns out you are not so weak after all."

As the villain charged at the hero again, Bren and Ryo fled to the safety of an alley. From there, they watched as the Villain continued to pummel the Hero over and over again.

"Oh my God, this is serious," Ryo whispered from around the alley wall. "I really hope another Hero gets here soon."

"Yeah, that guy's not looking too good," Bren said.

Bren slowly backed into the alley. His instincts screamed at him to go in there, help the Hero out. But his rational mind warned him that interfering would only make things worse for him. What can he do? What could he do?

"Bren," The symbiote's voice called out. "I'm over here, Bren."

Bren followed Toxin's voice to a dirty window. Despite all the grime on it, Bren could see the symbiote's face. The real face of Toxin with its long tongue and mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.

"Let me out, Bren. We've got the power to save that guy but only if we use our bond." Toxin bargained.

"But what about the Heroes? This is their land, their laws. What if they find out about us, and we're on the run again?" Bren said.

"Then what good are we if we keep hiding as we let innocent people die? You're the one who wanted to be a hero. Let us out and be one."

Bren closed his eyes. "Please, just let me think in peace!"

His outburst caught the attention of Ryo, who had a look of concern.

"Bren, who are you talking to? We need to get-!" Ryo was cut off by the sound of a large impact.

Dreadnought had laid the hero into a hole in the ground. The hero was unconscious and bloodied. The villain grinned sadistically as he turned to face the rest of the crowd.

Bren knew what he had to do. The suit came over him without a conscious thought. Both Bren and the symbiote knew what was the right thing to do. Ryo stared in shock at the sudden transformation.

"Bren, you're…?!" Ryo gasped lightly.

"Look, just stay here, and we'll explain everything later," Toxin said. "Trust me."

Before Ryo could protest, Toxin thwiped and launched himself out of the alley. Soaring through the air, he landed a strong punch on Dreadnought's armored head. A loud clang rang out as the villain staggered.

"Hey, I rung the bell! What's my prize?" Toxin quipped.

"Gah! You!" Dreadnought glared with fury at the newcomer.

"Me? Are you sure I didn't hit your head too hard?"

Dreadnought roared and threw the unconscious hero at Toxin. The two collided as Toxin tried to shield the battered hero from any more damage.

"Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead," Toxin quietly begged.

The hero made a groan of pain, confirming that he was, in fact, not dead.

"Oh, thank God," Toxin muttered as he turned to the crowd gathered behind him. "Hey, can you get this guy to some medical attention?"

Toxin handed off the hero to the very confused and concerned crowd. Once hands-free, Toxin leapt back to the now ticked-off Dreadnought.

"I was expecting only one little hero tonight," said the villain. "Now, I get to crush two."

"Ah, ah, ah, don't make promises you can't keep." Toxin taunted.

Dreadnought charged, raising two fists to slam down on Toxin. The symbiotic hero flipped over the attack, letting it create cracks in the ground. Toxin shot two web lines towards Dreadnought, sticking to the armor. Toxin then pulled back. However, neither the armor nor the villain budged. Dreadnought then grabbed onto the web lines and pulled. This shot Toxin straight towards the villain. However, Toxin took the advantage and kneed the villain in the face. The villain pushed back, Toxin then dropped down and delivered a kick to the villain's chin.

The fight consisted of Dreadnought taking blow after blow from Toxin, while the symbiotic hero easily weaved around the villain's slow, predictable, yet powerful attacks. Dreadnought only appeared to be vulnerable around the face, as the rest of the villain's body was too armored to be harmed by Toxin's regular blows. The whacking of symbiote-covered flesh and Quirk-generated armor supplemented the numerous taunts delivered by Toxin.

"So, that dumbbell costume is pretty nifty. What? Couldn't get a spot at the gym with all the other weights?"

"Quiet, you! Or I'll make you silent when I cave your skull in!" Dreadnought roared.

"See, this is why you're not getting anywhere right now. Anger management issues." Toxin suddenly disappeared from Dreadnought's sight. The villain looked around, trying to find the vigilante. "Well, that and a general lack of awareness."

Dreadnought turned to see Toxin sticking upside down on his arm.

"Peekaboo!" Toxin said as he shot a string of web into the villain's face. The symbiotic vigilante leaped away as the villain struggled to get the sticky substance off.

"Hey, Bren, when we were clobbering that guy, did ya feel something off about him?" Toxin the symbiote said.

"Not really. What about it?" Bren said.

"His shell. It felt hollow."

"And that means…?"

"It means that there's no muscle behind that armor. His Quirk isn't bulking himself up; it's putting a big ol' suit of armor around him."

"So that means most of his body is located around the torso."

"Like a big robot suit we can tear apart." Bren felt Toxin's glee at being able to rip something apart.

"Alright, time to pop open this tin can."

Bren once again charged at the villain, only now he shifted his hands into claws. Dreadnought removed the webbing from his face and swung a wild blow. Toxin dodged over it and slashed at it. Chunks of metal fell away as Dreadnought looked at his arm in shock. Guess nobody tried to hack and slash away at his armor until now.

Toxin took the opportunity to slide under the raised arm. Sticking to it, he used the momentum to land a double kick to the villain's chin. Riding the spin, Toxin tore into the open wound of the armor. Claws ripped away metal until the hole was wide enough to be pulled. Toxin ripped the armored arm off of the villain. Just like Toxin hypothesized, there was no bloodied limb. Just empty space. The separated limb fell apart into a pile of scrap metal and junk.

Dreadnought had a look of fear. He knew he was outmatched. He turned to run away but not before Toxin shot out multiple piles of web. It encased the villain's remaining arm to the ground with him unable to remove it. Toxin pounced onto the villain's back, slashing and tearing off chunks of the armor. He clawed through enough to reach the fabric of the villain's clothes underneath. Grabbing onto to them, Toxin pulled Dreadnought out of his armor. Toxin leaped off the crumbing exoskeleton and back onto ground with the villain in tow.

"You know, not the most elegant way of getting a turtle out of its shell, but this works for me," Toxin said, holding the villain up high with one hand.

The formerly imposing Dreadnought, now revealed to be a fairly thin and frail man, had a begging look on his face.

"L-Look, don't kill me, okay! I give up! I give up!" The villain pleaded.

"Jeez, is that the type of guy you think I am?" Toxin questioned. "Do I really look like that type of guy?"

When Dreadnought held his tongue, Toxin shrugged.

"Whatever, time for you to go to sleep."

One quick slug to the jaw, and Dreadnought was out. Toxin webbed the villain up into a cocoon and set him on the ground. Dusting off his hands, Toxin turned to see the crowd looking on in bemusement and, worryingly, fear.

"I think that guy had a point on the way I look. Maybe it's the costume?" Toxin mused.

"It's not the costume," The symbiote rebuked with a tone that made it seemed like it was personally hurt on the costume comment.

"Eh, maybe." Bren added before seeing the lights of police cars and the oncoming presence of more Pro Heroes. "And here comes the fashionably late."

As the police ushered people further away from the scene, a small group of Pro Heroes survived the area. The hero upfront, some guy Toxin hadn't seen yet, looked at the vigilante to the encased villain and back.

"You, vigilante! Put your hands in the air and surrender now!" The hero called out.

"And that's my cue to leave." Toxin muttered as he threw a web line over to a nearby lamppost. He sung above the crowd onto the lamp.

"Thank you and goodnight, Musutafu!" Toxin shouted. "Remember to tip!"

And with that, Toxin launched off the lamppost. He swung faster and farther than the Heroes or the cops could reach. Once he was a safe distance away, Toxin turned back and swung right around to where he just came from.

"And now to take care of the fact that we basically outed myself to one of my only friends here," Toxin sighed defeatedly.

It took a while for Toxin to find her, especially while waiting for the heat against him to die down. But he would eventually find her a block away leaning against a railing on the second story of a house. She was looking out in the distance. A contemplative look painted her face. Bren felt it would be better not to just land right in front of her and spook her. So instead, he landed on the roof and crawled his way down till he reached the underside of the shelter. He then dropped, landed on his feet silently, and approached her.

"Hey," Toxin said, which caused Ryo to jump and turn around to face him.

"Jeez - don't do that!" Ryo admonished. "At least give a heads up if you're going to do that."

"Oh. Sorry."

The two stood in awkward silence. Toxin shed his mask to reveal Bren's face.

"So, do you want to talk about…this?" Bren gestured to himself.

"What? About how my friend has lied about himself to me and everyone else he knows?" Ryo said bitterly.

"I'm- I'm sorry I lied to you. All of you. I just…"

"Just what?"

"Just that you wouldn't help me if you really knew what I am."

Ryo's anger lessened at Bren's confession.

She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for being harsh, but you have to understand. People like us usually run away from the Hero and Villain fights. Being caught up in one is scary enough but to see you suddenly change into that and get into the thick of it scared me even more." Ryo waved a hand at the Toxin suit before continuing.

"And it wasn't just the fact that you did beat that guy. It was how easy it looked. That guy beat up a Pro Hero, and you took him down like it was nothing. That says something about you that I don't know if I'm willing to consider."

Bren slid up to the railing a few feet apart from her.

"So, do you…not want me to be around?" Bren asked.

"I don't - augh, I don't know." Ryo sighed. "I think what I want right now is to know why."

Bren paused before answering. "I did it because I knew I had the power to stop him. And I knew I couldn't stand by and do nothing when I know I have the power to do something."

"But why not wait for the Heroes? They would have stopped him anyway."

"Then he would have gone and kept hurting people until they arrived! People would have been injured or worse if I hadn't intervened."

"And what about you?! What if you weren't strong enough to beat him?"

Ryo's question got to Bren a bit. He hadn't truly considered his own mortality a lot up until now.

"Then… then I guess I would have tried anyway." Bren answered.

"I just don't get it." Ryo stated. "It's like there's this whole other side of you that doesn't match up with the Bren I know. Who are you, Bren Waters? Who are you really?"

Bren gaped silently at Ryo. This was it. The big moment. Do or die. Reveal everything, everything, about who he was, or lie and damage his friendship irrevocably. Bren silently asked Toxin for help.

"I can't decide on what you should do," Toxin said. "Only that I'll stick by your side no matter what."

Bren blew air from his nose and turned to face Ryo.

"I want to tell you the truth, the whole truth." Bren said. "Everything. But that means you have to be open and listen. Because some of the stuff I'm going to say is going to sound like I belong in an institution. Can I at least know that you're not going to walk out on me?"

Ryo nodded in confirmation.

"Okay," Bren started. "First, my Quirk isn't real. In fact, I don't even have a Quirk."

"Bull." Ryo rebuked.

"Hey, I didn't finish. Look, what I'm trying to say is that I wasn't born with powers. Everything I can do: the strength, the speed, wall-crawling, web-swinging, all of that. It comes from this suit."

Ryo looked at the Toxin suit. The strange, wringing, almost organic suit.

"What is it?" Ryo asked.

"It's an alien symbiote from outer space." Bren answered.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously."

"I'm sorry, it's just…aliens?"

"Yes, aliens. Trust me, I had my whole freak-out a long time ago."

"Okay," Ryo ran her hand through her hair. "What else are you going to tell me, mister space man?"

Bren flicked his head from that comment. "Hey, I'm not from space myself. I'm still from Earth, just not this one."

"Okay, are you seriously telling me that you're from another Earth?! Like, a Counter-Earth or something like that?!"

"Well…" Bren drawled out. "Look, I am from New York and the States. It's just I'm from a different universe's New York."

"Please explain how alternate worlds fit into this, Mister Waters!"

"I don't know exactly how I got here. But I'm from another Earth. At first, I thought I was just sent to Japan. But the more I dug into the history of superheroes, then everything became clear. Superheroes in my world never existed in yours, and vice versa. Countries that were super important in my world are non-existent here. And finally, there's the fact that there is no legal record anywhere that I exist here. Either in Japan or America! That's why Mister Shoutai couldn't find my parents, and why I couldn't go to school."

"I thought you said your dad was busy…" Ryo said.

"He is. He's just…nowhere here." Bren answered.

Ryo clenched her hands before saying. "Bren, I'm sorry. About your parents, about your whole situation, everything."

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

"It kinda is. Me going off on you when you have all of that to deal with."

"I won't hold it against you."

The two stood in silence again before Ryo spoke up.

"So, you're from another universe, and your suit is an alien. Anything I should know about it?"

"Well, he likes chocolate, for starters."

"Yeah…wait, he?"

"Oh, right. Toxin's alive. You can say hi if you want."

Before Ryo could respond, a section of Bren's suit came alive. It grew its own head that was very similar to the mask of Bren's suit, except for the mouth with sharp teeth and a long tongue.

"Hi." The Toxin symbiote said.

"Your suit just talked." Ryo stated.

"Yep. And I can do other things as well."

Ryo let out a long sigh as she slanted down the railing.

"I'm sorry. This is a lot to take in, I know." Bren apologized.

"It's alright. I brought this upon myself." Ryo said. "You said that alien eats chocolate?"

"Oh yeah, Toxin kinda has a particular diet. Chocolate, brains, certain types of mushrooms."

"Wait, what was that last part?"

"The mushrooms?"

"No before that.

"Chocolate?"

"No, the one where you said your alien suit eats brains?!"

"Oh, that one." Bren looked away ashamed. "That's part of the reason why I didn't want anybody to know about him."

"Hey, I'll have you know brains are considered a delicacy in some cultures." Toxin said.

"This is it. I've become completely insane." Ryo muttered to herself.

The three all stood there as the sun set over the horizon. Out in the distance, you could see a beach with mountains of garbage piled upon the sand.

"Look, I understand if you don't want to be around us anymore. We get it," said Bren.

"No."

Ryo's answer came as a surprise to them.

Ryo let out a long sigh. "I don't think there is anything I can do or say to stop you two from going out there and saving people, is there?"

"No, I don't think so." Bren answered.

"Nope. Definitely not." Toxin chimed in.

"I just want to let you know that I can't fully condone your actions. Vigilantism is still super illegal, even if you're technically not using a Quirk. Just promise me you won't go out there and pick stupid fights with the Heroes, okay?"

Bren and Toxin looked at each other before facing Ryo.

"We promise," said Bren.

"Unless they attack us first," said Toxin.

"Okay, I'll take that." Ryo said.

"Hey, so can you please not, you know, tell everyone about us?" Bren asked expectantly.

"Don't worry. I won't say anything. You'll tell them when you're ready."

"Or if he suits up in front of them." Toxin chided.

"Hey, you were the one who wanted to go gung-ho in there." Bren snapped back. Ryo giggled.

"Man, you two act like the weirdest brothers." Ryo commented.

"We're not!/We're not!" Both human and symbiote answered.

"Alright, I guess I'll try and cover for your 'other work'," Ryo emphasized with air quotes. "And if there is something bad going on, I'll maybe get in touch with you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." Bren said.

"Now, you better get out of here and head back to Sanctuary House. Parents come home in like a couple minutes, and I do not want to explain why I have a vigilante, much less a boy, at the house." Ryo said as she headed towards the door.

"I, wait, this is your house?" Bren questioned.

"Yeah, sorry for not elaborating earlier." Ryo apologized before inspecting Toxin's suit. "Also, maybe change your outfit. It looks less 'friendly superhero' and more 'creepy alien'."

Ryo said her goodbyes before closing the door. Toxin stood there for a couple of very long seconds before climbing up to the roof.

"Told you we needed to work on the costume." Bren said as Toxin's mask slid up and covered his face.

The symbiote's response was to telepathically blow raspberries in Bren's head.

"Alright, alright, we'll worry about the costume tomorrow. If you keep up this attitude, then I won't be giving you the chocolate cookies scheduled for dessert."

"You wouldn't dare." Toxin growled.

"I would," Bren retorted. "Now let's get out of here."

Toxin leaped across the low rooftops before finding higher buildings. They then proceeded to web-swing back to Sanctuary House with a new purpose in their hearts.

No longer were they Bren Waters and Toxin, lost boy and symbiote. Now, they were the Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante: Toxin!

And that's a rap! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed this so far!

I'll be honest: the first chapter came from a manic writing session based on an idea I had for a while. I wanted to do a MHA story with the Toxin symbiote but didn't want to overload myself. Plus, I figured making it a vigilante story would also make it stand out. Of course, the title really made this whole internal "do I become a vigilante or not" conflict kinda moot if you already know what the answer is.

Like I said, the first chapter was very frantically put together. You could tell by the numerous updates I made to the first chapter alone. Still, I'm very proud on how well received it has been.

So, for starters, I've based a lot of stuff from the original Spider-Man comics which could be seen in these two chapters. The three thugs in the beginning of the first chapter were based off of the Enforcers from the comics. Sanctuary House is basically an All-Might flavored version of F.E.A.S.T. I always thought of All-Might as the person to put all of his resources into doing good things for everyone, and a homeless shelter is not far off from that. Still, I'll go more in depth with All Might's connection with the Sanctuary House. Hihan "Iron Head" Tekina is basically this story's J. Jonah Jameson. Except Iron Head's more supportive of superheroes since their government trained and approved. Teki Shoutai is Martin Li, though it remains to be seen if he has something more to him than meets the eye.

Now, onto comments:

Redburndragon and TitanLORD21: Yes, Toxin would still be liable to be charge for vigilantism. Even without a Quirk, they're still taking the law into their own hands and beating up criminals and supervillains. Thanks to TitanLORD21 for pointing this out.

Hawko23632: Yes, Toxin is more resistant to sound and fire than Venom and Carnage. But, given how the whole Sludge Villain incident was taking place in a burning street for an indeterminate amount of time, Toxin's resistance would only last so long before falling to the heat.

Bia1230: Thanks

boss kaiju: Thanks for the interest! Don't worry, there will be a lot of stories set in the 10 month time period between the Sludge Villain and the U.A. Entrance Exam. There will be plenty of exciting adventures for our symbiotic hero! Plus, there will be consequences for Toxin's actions throughout these two chapters and beyond. So, stay tuned!

That's all I have for now. See ya next time!