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Toshinori wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, or, heck, what he was wearing for that matter, because man, he was swimming in it, but he knew a fight when he saw one, and the guy with the knife was aiming right at him. He sidestepped easily. He might not be able to afford club fees, but his spying on the martial arts club after school wasn’t for show.
His post-curfew extracurriculars might have helped, too. At least in the ‘not panicking when attacked with a knife’ and ‘ducking a blow from behind from an opponent you didn’t know was there’ categories.
Wow. That guy had a scary-looking quirk.
Instantly, he scolded himself. It wasn’t very heroic to think of someone’s quirk as scary, even if he was a quirkless teenage vigilante and the person in question was trying to kill him with his giant green chainsaw hands and spiky metalic face.
Mostly the hands, though.
“I thought you said he’d be young!”
“He is young!” said the other one. “Younger, anyway. It’s still an advantage. Take it!”
Toshinori braced himself to dodge. The baggy... whatever he was currently wearing was not going to be helpful in this endeavor, but the alternative was death, so...
He rolled across the uneven ground to pop up between the two villains. Both checked their attacks for Toshinori to pull his arm out of the oversized... jumpsuit? It might have been a jumpsuit... and grab a rock to fling at the smaller one.
It connected with the man’s forehead and knocked him to the ground. Toshinori had always been pleased with his hand-eye coordination.
The chainsaw man was a problem.
It was as he sized up chainsaw man and looked for escape routes that he saw the spectators.
... What? Spectators?
What were all those people doing here, watching a middle schooler get assaulted by two villains? It wasn’t safe! Shouldn’t they be running away?
Oh, heck, there were kids in that crowd.
Toshinori narrowly avoided dismemberment by chainsaw.
With the surrounding crowd, simply fleeing was not an option. Toshinori did not know why he was being attacked, so the man might switch targets at any time if Toshinori made himself too difficult to get to.
He couldn’t block a chainsaw. Not without a super-specialized armor suit.
Comparing relative physiques, the chainsaw man was a few inches taller and much, much more muscular than Toshinori. Not to mention the natural armor and the freaking chainsaws. Direct hand to hand combat did not favor Toshinori.
Were the chainsaws not part of the man’s body, he might have tried to trigger the emergency stop. But they were.
He dodged again, and the man’s chainsaw hands cleanly severed the street sign behind him. Oh, that could be useful- Or could it? He didn’t know how heavy street signs were. He might not be able to pick it up and going for it would make him vulnerable. But it would be long enough to get past-
He tripped.
Frick.
He was going to die. The most annoying part? He didn’t know why.
An incredibly loud noise ripped through Toshinori’s ears. He felt more than heard the chainsaw man hit the ground. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet, just in time to see a banana kick the chainsaw man in the face.
Well, not actually a banana. Just someone with very banana-like hair. A new hero? Had to be, with the way the spectators were cheering.
The hero cuffed the chainsaw man carefully, with a pair of adaptable cuffs (a new model!) and then turned to Toshinori with a strained smile.
“Hey, there, kiddo. What got you wrapped up in all of this?”
“Beats me, sir,” said Toshinori.
“No idea why you’re wearing All Might’s jumpsuit, either?”
“Whomst?”
The hero blinked. “Yeah, okay, listener, let’s get you off to the side here. We can wait until the police show up, yeah?”
“Yeah. Do you think I’ll have to tell my foster parents? Or if I can get my uniform back? I’ve only got the one.”
“You can put together a compensation request. The victims of villainy fund. what did you say your name was?”
“Uh, Yagi Toshinori, sir. Is this your debut? Or are you from another city? I’ve never heard of you before, which is weird because your quirk is cool. It was the sound, right? How did you do that?”
The hero muttered something that sounded like ‘green,’ but treated Toshinori to a broad smile. “Not quite my debut, listener! But, yeah, my name is Present Mic! I’ve just, uh, gotta put a call in to my boss.”
“Oh, sure. But do I have to stay? Only, I think I’m probably missing school.”
“You absolutely have to stay,” said Present Mic, opening his phone. “Do not leave.”
“Sure?”
“You’re probably under the effects of a quirk. Don’t panic.” Whoever was on the other side of the line apparently picked up. “Nezu, we have a problem.”
Huh. Nezu. Like the principal of UA? Was Present Mic a teacher?
This day kept getting weirder and weirder.