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“Come on, kid, let’s sit there. We only have one hour left, and I know that dumbass from earlier aggravated your cold. Do you have any cough drops left?” asks Shota as he looks at Hitoshi after deciding where they’ll cool down.
“I’m fine, I got one left. Let’s just get off the ground, then I’ll use my last drop. Fuck, I’m sick.” says Hitoshi as he drops his head forward.
“Follow me then, we gotta go high. Keep up!” calls Shota with a smirk before he’s off.
His capture weapon is helping him swing up onto roofs and maneuver around with ease as he heads for the spot he chose.
Hitoshi curses under his breath, but he follows after him. He’s slightly behind, but he never loses sight of Shota. So he’ll count it as a win… sorta.
As soon as he reaches the chosen spot, Hitoshi drops just passed the edge of the building and pops the last cough drop into his mouth as he catches his breath, trying to evenly breathe in through his stuffed nose.
“There you idiots are!” snarls a voice that makes Hitoshi and Shota look at the small room on the building’s roof.
The thief from earlier, this fucker ruined patrol for Hitoshi already because he’d decided Hitoshi was a punching bag.
Okay, Hitoshi knows the cold he got from Eri is what ruined patrol because he’s not on top of his game when he can barely breathe, and his reflexes are sluggish.
“What the fuck?” says Shota and Hitoshi in unison, both incredulous and surprised because he was arrested before.
Of course, Hitoshi is the one taking the brunt of the first few hits because Shota had been on the other side of the big ass roof, and the villain charged while they were shocked.
“Just call Naomasa, I can handle him, dammit!” snaps Hitoshi as Shota pulls the villain off him.
Then the villain decides he should use his quirk.
“Fucking hell, he is huge… strength quirk?” thinks Hitoshi as the dude grows three sizes, muscle on top of muscle, and he tosses Shota off him easily.
He’s back on the defensive as soon as the villain is free, and Hitoshi knows he’s in for a lecture after the shot to his ribs. But then he’s tossed off the roof like he’s nothing, and he’s only able to protect himself by redirecting his landing… The blanket thing is a fucking wooden pallet.
“Shit… That was stupid.” groans Hitoshi as he lays on the pallets under the somewhat comfortable blanket thing he’d landed on.
“You good kid?” hollers a very tired sounding Shota.
“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure I fucked up my ribs more.” calls Hitoshi in a groan as he pushes himself into a sitting position when he hears the sirens. “Cavalry is here, are you okay up there?”
“I’m okay, but I’m in trouble later. I’ve got a shiner, and it’s going to need covered. We’re coming down!” calls Shota as Hitoshi finally stands and the alley is painted in red and blue.
Shota lets the villain down first, then he drops down in front of Hitoshi.
“Pops is going to kill us.” whispers Hitoshi as soon as he sees the shiner.
Recovery Girl might rip him a new one for that too.
“We’ll live. I’ll give my statement first, go get checked out.” sighs Shota as he shakes his head.
Hitoshi shrugs and heads to the ambulance, immediately grimacing as he sees her again. She’s not nice when she checks injuries. Aia.
Hitoshi keeps his mouth shut after he gives her an idea of his injuries. He does note that Naomasa looks pissed when another officer gets his strained statement, and his dad keeps glancing over at him. But he’s in so much pain that blood is rushing through his ears, which is probably why he jumps when Aia holds his phone in front of his face.
“You might wanna answer this. They’ve called at least three times since you sat down and pulled it out.” says Aia shortly as she waves the phone at him.
Hitoshi takes the phone with an annoyed huff, but once his eyes focus on the name, he curses under his breath,
Eiji <3
‘ Shit… And it’s a FaceTime?! But i look like shit! Whyyyy?! ’ thinks Hitoshi as he answers the call, catching sight of the weird look his dad is giving him over the phone.
Shota waves dismissively at him, and Hitoshi shrugs as his eyes drop back to the phone.
“Hitoshi, man, you scared the shit outta us! What the hell dude? Are you okay? We didn’t get to see or hear much. Saw the villain, and we saw you in the ambulance. Shit, you’re still there! Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Eijirou is speaking, worrying, but Hitoshi is being prodded and it hurts like hell.
Hitoshi looks down at Eijirou on his phone, planning to reassure him and change the subject, until he’s harshly poked. Hitoshi hisses as this bitch pokes him again in his clearly bruised ribs.
Hitoshi bites his tongue, he’s not gonna yell at her, but he’s definitely whining later.
“Hitoshi? Hitoshi, man, I’m on my way already. Do you need anything?!” exclaims Eijirou, sounding panicked.
“Ei, the hell are you coming here for?” asks Hitoshi through another pained hiss as he’s jabbed, what the actual fuck?
“I was already coming, man, you were on Tv or something, and Izubro called from Blasty’s online chat. Everyone’s freaking the fuck out, and I’m closer.” explains Eijirou.
“Whatever. I’m going to get a lecture when we get in class on Monday, aren’t I? The thing has probably already started in the chats. I was with ‘zawa, and it’s not like I didn’t do damage of my own.” whines Hitoshi as he pouts at the phone.
“Hitoshi, you are in so much trouble man. I think Zuku figured out why you’re in an ambu- You were thrown from a building?! What the hell Toshi? Oh yeah, this’ll be the lecture to end all lectures, Hitoshi. Even Blasty is mad at you.” replies Eijirou with his own anger fanning out under his worry and panic.
“It’s not like I threw myself off the damn roof!” huffs Hitoshi with an eye roll as he keeps pouting indignantly. “Blasty and Zuku don’t get to lecture me about the villain thing. Or this at all actually. They just got out of the hospital after being trapped with a villain because their love for each other is predictably well-known.”
“Yeah, you got a point. But are you going to tell them that?” asks Eijirou with an amused smirk.
“Actually, yeah, I fuckin’ am. Right now!” replies Hitoshi after a beat before he’s pulling up their exploding class chat.
Eijirou is cackling as he types.
Sleepsalot: Hey! @Greenie & @Blasty !! You two just almost died a week ago because your love for each other is predictably well-known to everyone. Neither of you get to be mad at me for being thrown off a damn building! It’s not like I threw myself dammit!
Hitoshi smirked as he sent it.
“They’re gonna kill me for that, but oh well, it’ll be worth it.” mutters Hitoshi as Aia leaves him after clearing him.
“Oh definitely, but your point is accurate as hell. So, Blasty might just fight with you, but at least Izuku will acknowledge it.” replies Eijirou as he starts calming down from his laughing fit.
“Yeah, maybe. Hey, you close? I think something’s wrong. Dad looks frustrated, and Naomasa keeps pointing at the villain we just fought. Probably need to try to record it for Izu, Sho, and Blasty.” mumbles Hitoshi after Eijirou’s message in the groupchat comes through.
Eiji <3: He’s not wrong, and you two know it… Imma hide now!
“I’m at least another five minutes away, but I can record. I brought the tape recorder, so go for it!” replies Eijirou as he pulls out the tape recorder, the click coming in loud.
Hitoshi grins into his capture weapon as he approaches them, phone slyly secured in the weapon as well.
“Well, i’m bruised. Not broken though. So, what’s with the tension?” asks Hitoshi as he normally does when this happens.
“This villain escaped by shifting into a cop. He slipped out of the holding cell, and left the station. I don’t even know how his cuffs were off.” rants Naomasa in frustration.
“Could his quirk be similar to a mutation quirk? Maybe he escaped the cuffs?” asks Hitoshi curiously as he takes in the information, looking at the thin villain again. “Dude was like three sizes bigger when he threw me off the roof. So maybe that’s what it is?”
“Maybe. You’ll figure it out, Naomasa. What is the normally not a problem child doing here?” asks Shota as he ends the conversation knowingly, nodding towards where Eijirou is standing behind the caution tape, waving both of his free hands/
“Izu and Blasty freaked out cause the fight was online or something. He was closer, so he was sent to check on us. I’ll go get him. But it’s your class, you’d think you wouldn’t be so surprised anymore.” replies Hitoshi easily, shaking his head as he turns to go to Eijirou.
“I’ll give him a ride back, but no warning them about the incoming lecture on Monday! That goes for both of you!” calls Shota amusedly.
Hitoshi reaches Eijirou and hangs up his phone before the call gets staticky, waving his hand dismissively as his dad as he looks at Eijirou.
These facetimes after patrol became a habit, something Hitoshi did without thinking about it. He’d get in the car for a ride back to the station for their paperwork filing and agency debriefing, and he’d message Eiji to expect a call in an estimated time his dad gave him that varied because of the action during their patrols. Hitoshi calls Eijirou the minute they get out to Shota’s car, and they talk about the encounters, recording those bits for their big three idiots. They’d both pick Shota’s brain for the little bit that he’d give them too, and that’s how Hitoshi came down from the high of patrol.