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Fighting and hiding, what he thought would be the hardest, was a walk in the park. Nobody noticed shit. The hard part was moving anywhere, it was just so physically taxing. After a couple of minutes of him staying in this room, he stopped, hearing them mention Eraserhead but he can't hear anything else. Izuku slipped out of the room and sneaked around hiding behind doors, empty rooms, he hears people talking around the corner of the hallway so he entered the bathroom.
“Yo be dat yo' Kaz? i bet we scared Eraserhead, yo' should ask da boss When the fuck those Yakuza would be arrivin'. I need some sleep ta drop my fuckin' kids off ta school.”
The guy was peeing in the urinal, he sounds like he is about done and Izuku puts a gun to his head, pulling his head down with a chokehold.
“Shut it...” Izuku was about to wack him in the head with the gun until he felt pain in his leg and looks over to see the guy’s nails transformed into a sharp point, it looked like your typical blade of a knife. It was stabbed into his leg. Izuku drops the gun and punches the lights at this guy’s temple and lets go of his neck, the guy falls over from the pain to the head and gets up a second later while drawing his gun from his side. A second too late because Izuku kicks this man’s nose in and steps on his chest, Izuku gets off and waits to see any movement.
Izuku’s leg is bleeding and he looks down at it to see a blade made from nails in his leg poking out. Izuku probably broke them off when he attacked, but man this hurts like hell, should he leave it in? Does he take it out, should he leave and go home? Damn it all, he drags the man on the toilet in the toilet stall, Izuku Opens his bag and removes the first aid kit.
He removes this guy suit off and lays it out on the floor and puts his leg over it
“Just pull it out like it's nothing, come on Izuku you got this, 3...2...1”
Izuku pulls the nail out and it feels hot until the pain sets in, Izuku bites down on his lip trying to hold in the scream of pain. He tries to calm his breathing to a stable state before going forward. He feels this warm liquid running down his leg, never again will he try to slowly knock out someone like that, damn it, it hurts. He gets this stupid nail blade thing and cuts the arm area of the suit and puts it on the wound, pressing it on. Fuck fuck fuck fukc, this was stupid of Izuku and god damn it!
He waits until the cut stops bleeding, after 10 minutes of him talking to himself about how stupid he is the wound stopped bleeding. He slowly tried to pour some alcohol on his wound and dropped the bottle from the pain.
“Fuck, damn it… argh”
He picks up the bottle and sets it up to not drop any more liquid
“Ok...ok… I’m.. good” he looks over at the needle with the thread already attached, ready for stitching. “I’m fine, I...I can do this...the fun part”
He hovers over the wound with the needle for a minute until he stabs it through the wound, needle halfway through, and bites down on his lip until it draws blood. His eyes are full of tears.
“Argh, this sucks”
He pulls the needle through the wound, biting down his lip again just causing more pain. He removes the tie from the guy next to him and stuffs it in his mouth to not make a noise or to not accidentally remove his bottom lip by biting on it. He gets really to stab the needle through his leg again but his hand is shaking so much, he stabs it in on one go and he bites down the tie as his tears fall down his face. The white-hot pain flares through his leg, he feels slightly dizzy and his hands feel like tv static for some reason.
He pulls the thread through the leg so the stitch can tighten, once more he stabs it through, biting down the tie crying inside as this pain flares up his leg. He pulls the thread through again to tighten the stitch-up.
He looks down and does this process 2 more times. Before he knew it he was laying down on the dirty bathroom floor with the needle in his leg. Did he black out? He must have since he doesn't remember stopping… How long was he out? He can still see the knocked out gangster sitting on the toilet next to him. He sits himself up and continues with stitching himself.
The wound was above the knee and slightly to the left, he wrapped his wound with the wrap provided by the first aid. He slowly pulls his pants up and puts the rest of the first aid in his bag, he took this guy’s money, gun, and threw all of his stuff out the bathroom window because fuck this guy.
He walks out the bathroom and it seems like no one was around. Just in case Izuku continued to sneak around the place, hugging the walls as he goes through but no one was around. Did they all leave when he was blacked out?
There was one last room in this floor before he would go down stairs again. Opening the last room was 3 men chained to a pole, all of them have gag balls in their mouths while only in their boxers. They see the Vigilante at the door and try to say something but their voices are muffled by the gag balls.
The Vigilante feels these pair of eyes behind him, he turns around and behind him was a 6'5 man. He also had the black suit “You’re telling me that everyone left from a shorty stack like you. Hahaha!” this tall guy starts chuckling and Izuku wastes no time to punch this man in the jaw and whispered to himself “Total Fighting Style - Goutai Jutsu” Atsushi falls over on the ground and Izuku jumps on the body but it disappears into a white outline of the body. Izuku feels the presents of death behind him and rolled out of the way as he heard a gunshot. He looks over to see that guy holding a gun where Izuku’s head was, Izuku runs downstairs