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My voice yelled out echoing around the vast maze-like arena. “Hey slug~ where are you?” My face dropped, I didn’t know his abi-quirk could do that, which meant Chuuya didn’t either.
My eyes widened, no, no, no, no. Shit…Shit! He replied almost instantly with the red head’s usual remarks before I could warn him. “Shut up idiot your going to get us cau-,” Chuuya’s body glowed red as Arahabaki’s marks wrapped around his body. The purple haired boy, stumbled back, holding his hand to his head and his signature sleep deprived look somehow becoming worse. The god’s thirst for chaos and destruction was something he couldn’t handle. But that fucking boy shouldn’t be allowed a support item, his quirk could be comparable to an ability! Now he was digging his own grave by talking with my voice and activating corruption. Tears prickled at my eyes, God dammit Chuuya, only you could make me feel actual human emotions.
I ran from my hiding place hidden amongst pipes and over to him, the boy Shinsou I’m pretty sure, had seemingly already stopped his quirk, but the damage was done. He could never have the determination against Arahabaki’s constant screaming like Chuuya did. He could never be able to deal with his fucking sick past! The only reason I’m not beating you up Hitoshi is because Chuuya is in trouble dangit!
Warm liquid dribbled down my cheeks, tears I guess funny for something “No longer human”. I sprinted over to Chuuya, I didn’t care if it would patronise the mission, I didn’t care if Mori would punish me! I didn’t care if he looked like a monster! I just cared if Chuuya was okay!
Light blue kanji exploded around Chuuya and I, falling to the ground like confetti, except confetti didn’t remind you how much you wished you were falling off a building, or floating down a river, or holding a gun, or knife, or scalpel…
I cupped his blood splattered face and almost immediately the red tattoos unravelled into nothingness. Catching his body in a bridal like stance, my tears dropping onto his so called “hero” costume consisting of usual mafia wear just with a few tweaks. “Don’t do that again stupid slug you actually had me scared for a second…”
I turned to Shinsou, he was standing there likely traumatised by Chuuya’s limp figure, served him right. I looked back down at that idiotic slug’s face again and smiled, sitting down onto the floor, his body still laying in my arms. I suppose anyone would be traumatised to see a thin boy with crimson covering his face from no noticeable wounds. That’s Chuuya for you. “Quite beautiful don’t you think Shinsou?”
He blinked, “yeah…” before giving me a seemingly harmless smile back at me “he is.”
All might’s jaw drop could be comparable to one of a pin in complete silence, no one could actually hear it, but we felt it. Gravity increasing on us and a powerful aura swallowing the arena whole. That is not how a quirk should behave to Hitoshi’s ability.