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Morgan, objectively, was really just minding his business when the news hit that the well known B-tier hero, the mysterious Druid, had completely snapped and killed his handler. Just another story of a relatively young hero breaking under pressure, but it had been, well, a bit weird to him.
Just a bit.
Druid had a relatively good history. He was known as being ridiculously gentle and sweet. If he showed up to deal with a villain, it typically didn’t go terrible. Sure, he could break some bones if need be, but his first move was generally to knock people out with those blasted spores he spread all over the place. He was difficult to deal with, sure. That healing factor had been a pain in the ass. His story was one of someone that was really just gentle and sweet and good with kids. And weirdly polite to basically everyone he fought. More than once he had actually apologized to some of Morgan’s friends before handing their asses to them. Always said please and thank you and never got mad. Creepy, but cute, or something.
The idea of the frankly pacifistic hero actually murdering someone was weird. It felt out of character, but plenty of heroes snapped all the damn time.
So, Morgan listened to the news about it and dismissed it. Banks needed to be robbed, he had an apartment complex to run, passive income to make, and a rogue hero on the run was frankly none of his business. It had been two days ago that the news went public, and it hadn’t really occurred to Morgan to question the fact that even though there was an alert out on Druid, there were no pictures of his face on the news.
He probably should have questioned that, in hindsight. Of course the heroes would have had images of Druid without his mask. He had a handler.
And, yet, here was a kid in Druid’s iconic leather vest, painted with mushrooms, combat pants and boots, mask off, eating a yogurt from the fridge.
“... You’re in my apartment,” Morgan said, because he knew the second he reacted and tried to fight, Druid would have him unconscious and on his ass in three seconds flat. There were spores floating in the sunlight coming in from the window, and he knew enough to know the kid could activate them within milliseconds. He had already breathed them in.
“I’m sorry,” Druid said and took a bite of strawberry yogurt, strawberry yogurt that was in fact Alex’s, and thank gods he wasn’t home, because this situation would be escalating if he was. “I’ll replace it, promise, I just needed to lay low, and you’re not calling the feds.”
“... Does… Do all of the heroes know where I live?” Morgan asked, the front door still open, bags of groceries in his arms.
“No,” Druid said and took another bite of yogurt. “I am just smart.”
“Oh,” Morgan said, his voice a little high, a little strangled, because he had thought Druid was in his early twenties at most, but this looked like a teenager. Actually, yes, this was a teenager. There wasn’t even the start of facial hair on that brown skin, and his brown eyes were soft and sweet in a way that didn’t belong on a twenty-something. “That’s good? I guess?”
“I should be fine now,” Druid said and opened the trash can, dropped in the cup, and made his way to the sink to run his spoon under the water and wash it, soap and all. “Don’t scream; I’ll be out of your hair. Again, sorry. I know you think it’s okay to break and enter, but I don’t think it would feel nice for it to happen to you? Probably? I don’t know. Maybe you’re okay with it.”
With that, he stripped off his vest and laid it on the counter.
“I, uhm, stole a hoodie,” he continued and lifted up the baggy affair that would be way too big on him. “Sorry. Uhm, don’t mean to intrude, but could you have Alex, yes? Could he blow this up when he gets back? If you don’t mind?”
There were compression sleeves on his arms, and gloves on his hands, but under the vest was a turtleneck tank top, and Morgan’s eyes barely processed the scars on his arms and under his jaw, intersecting honeycombs.
“I’ll replace it when I come back, promise,” Druid said as he shrugged on the hoodie. “Thank you for the yogurt!”
“Wait, what the fuck--- ” Morgan swore, but Druid was already opening the window and sitting on the ledge.
“Bye!” he said and flicked up the hood over long brown hair in a high ponytail. “Thanks!”
And then the teenager dropped, and Morgan blinked, slow and easy, trying to process all of this, and the first thing that came to mind was…
Group chat.
He needed to open the group chat now.
A/N: This is Druid! His original name is Faeglyn in bnha, but I'm up to changing it! Comment possible names!
