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Two figures hovered in the darkness, peeking around the corner. Two pairs of eyes, one black and one red, squinted in the darkness, trying to make out the shapes. Once they confirmed it was clear, they silently moved forward, towards their goal.
The figures were two villains, Eraserhead and Present Mic, otherwise known as a formidable duo Shout and Mute. With their quirks, one that could erase quirks of others, and one with a voice powerful enough to level buildings and boil the insides of those unfortunate enough to cross the pair, they were one of the most feared villain team ups seen in decades.
There were not many heroes who were brave enough to go against them, which gave them free reign over the city of Musutafu, and they gleefully took advantage of it. They wrecked havoc as they saw fit, destroying buildings and jumping pedestrians in empty alleys but sometimes, they enjoyed the thrill of stealth and made a game of simply breaking into houses of unassuming citizens. They were in one such house now, keeping quiet while scouring the rooms for the loot. Some would find it ironic that the villain best known for his scream enjoyed the silence of their B&E but little did they know there was more to his quirk than just being loud. With the ability to modulate volume and pitch, Mic was well prepared for more covert operations.
The duo entered the next room, the one that contained the family’s safe, as their intel told them. Ever so carefully, they inched closer to the bookshelf they knew hid the safe and started moving it slowly out of the way. It didn’t take long until their prize was revealed and Eraserhead took out his specialised breaking kit and started cracking the safe open, while Mic kept watch. His experience showed, as the door opened within moments and they smirked seeing the amount of cash and valuable documents hidden inside.
They quickly packed their loot to the bags they brought with them and retraced their steps to leave the house when the lights were switched on and they were faced with one of the few heroes that had the courage to face them.
Shinsou Hitoshi, otherwise known as Mindjack, was an up-and-coming underground hero who made it his life mission to bring these particular villains down.
See, Shinsou was once charge of the couple. They took him in at the tender age of five, when they found him on the streets and took a pity on the boy who was left because of his villain quirk, something that both men heard more than once in their lifetimes. They felt sorry for the child and decided to give him home. They raised him, doted on him and were proud to be his parents.
Little did they know, their greatest joy would turn into their greatest failure. Despite the quirk, Hitoshi was inherently good and once he realised who his adoptive parents were, he ran away and sought shelter with one of his classmates, under the guise of being abused. The family took him in, helped him join a hero course in one of the most prestigious schools and Hitoshi graduated with honours, easily obtaining the hero’s licence. Ever since, for more than five years, he tracked Shout and Mute. They fought often but to Hitoshi’s chagrin, the experience the two had showed every time and they left without so much as a scratch. It infuriated the young hero and he worked even harder to apprehend the villains.
Now was his chance.
The villain duo immediately took fighting stances, Eraserhead’s eyes flashing red and his capture weapon floating above his shoulders. Mic used knobs on his directional speaker to adjust the settings and they looked at the hero with smirks. They were met with a glare, as the young man unwrapped his capture weapon, modelled after his former father’s support gear; he played with it enough during childhood to be able to recreate it during his high school days.
None of them moved, instead they circled the living room they were in, all parties ready to move as soon as the other attacked. Eventually, Shinsou’s impatience and desire to capture the men showed and he flicked his capture weapon in the direction of Mic’s head. The villain easily dodged and landed on the ground, rolling on it to hide behind the chair. Eraser shot one glance at his partner in crime and life to make sure he was okay but once he received a nod, his focus was once again on his son enemy.
There was no point in trying to use the capture weapon on him. Shinsou was humble enough to admit he had nothing on his opponent, who had years of experience with the tool, who designed the tool and knew its intricacies better than the back of his hand. He had to come up with an alternative.
He got distracted and barely noticed the moment Erase launched himself at him, jumping gracefully over the couch and standing right in front of Hitoshi and bringing him into a headlock. The young hero easily outmanoeuvred him and twisted from the grip, dropping to his knees to trip him up. The man predicted the move and jumped, doing a backflip and hiding behind the same armchair his partner used as a cover.
“Shit, Eraser, the kid got good,” Mic praised with a grin and Eraser nodded. Despite the betrayal, he couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest. Hitoshi was good at what he was doing.
This time, Mic decided to spar with Mindjack and he rolled out of his cover and immediately got up to his feet, shooting his son a wide grin. “Bring it on, kid,” he taunted. “Show your Papa what you’ve got.”
Hitoshi gritted his teeth. He hated when they acted as if they were still his parents. He long abandoned them and he wanted nothing to do with them paperwork-wise except for putting his name on the arrest report. He sprinted toward the man but in his rage he missed a couple centimetres and Mic caught him by the wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. “We win,” he purred into Hitoshi’s ear. The young man trashed, trying to free himself but he found himself binded by the capture weapon. Shit.
“Fine,” he growled. “You win.”
The strings of capture weapon immediately fell of him and Mic let go of his arm.
“YAY!!” Came a cheer from the sofa and Hitoshi groaned.
“Eri! You’re supposed to cheer for the hero!” He chastised his little sister.
She considered it for a moment. “But Dad and Hichihi are cooler,” she gave her final verdict. Hitoshi put a hand on his wounded heart while Hizashi cooed and swooped the girl in his arms. “Aren’t you the cutest,” he said and blew a raspberry against her neck, making her giggle.
Shouta watched with a fond smile. They played like this often, with Eri and her army of plushies their avid audience and he couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed the silliness of it all.
“You got soft,” Hitoshi quipped from his side, as if reading his mind.
“And you got better. Nice moves, kid,” Shouta replied, ruffling the lavender hair. Hitoshi pouted and tried to undo the damage but there was a faint blush on his cheeks from the praise.
“Ok, ok, as much as fun as it is,” Hizashi said, sitting Eri down on the couch, “this old man definitely needs to take the contacts out,” he finished, beelining to the bathroom to take out his coloured contacts. It’s my villain persona, Shou! He once said to his husband. When he came back, Hitoshi and Shouta already put their gear out and were making themselves comfortable among the many plushies that were seated on the couch.
“Alright, listeners! What are we watching?” He asked, plopping himself to Eri’s right and pulling her into his lap, much to his daughter’s delight. He scooted closer to the middle of the sofa and laid his head on Shouta’s shoulder, while Eri made herself comfortable on his chest.
“Kiki!” Eri cheered and none of the men had the heart to tell her no.
“Kiki it is!”