more of the MHA x SCP AU please? maybe MC saving someone?
People have been annoying you these days.
You mind your own business. You swindle a cashier to give you what you need. You get your food and clothes. You walk back home to your cardboard box in the alley.
You don't do anything, yet people still keep trying to steal your groceries!
"Give me back my bag."
The man laughs. "I don't think you understand the situation here, kid. You let me have your stuff," he cocks his gun, "or the boy dies."
You stare at the child held in his arms. "I think I do understand the situation, adult." You sigh, your tired eyes piercing his, "I don't even have any money in the bag. It's just food. This is a waste of your time."
"Don't lie to me!" he barks. "I won't hesitate to kill the both of you."
You groan. You really don't have the energy to deal with this.
He points his gun at you. You feel your anger deepen, and with a powerful surge of emotion, 076 appears in front of you. The gun fires.
076 is unaffected by the bullet. His movements are so fast that his figure blurs.
"Weak," you hear him growl.
A black blade materializes in his hands. You watch, nonchalant, as the sliced head of the gunned man drops, bouncing to the floor.
You're only alarmed when he also pounces on the kid.
"Hey!" you yell, running over to the anomaly. "Able, what are you doing? I didn't say to kill the boy!" You scold, whacking him with your hand. "Bad, bad!"
076 grumbles, slowly standing to tower over you. "I hardly understand why you leave the little human alive."
You roll your eyes, grabbing back your bag. "You're stupid. He didn't even do anything!"
"You-"
"I don't care for your excuses." You drag him by his arm, making your way home. "Don't kill everyone in a blind rage, or I'm never summoning you here again. You can go back to the foundation, back to your coffin, and stay locked there for all I care."
He averts his eyes from yours. "Fine."
"Good."
You pause, feeling your bag being lifted from your arms. You gaze at 076 with curious eyes, tilting your head.
"You're too small to carry something of this size," he mutters. "...Stop looking at me like that."
-
Izuku had never run home so fast in his life.
He hasn't slept. His ears are still ringing from the gunshot. He's been writing in his notebook about the encounter, the scene playing in his head like a broken record. Who are you? What could your quirk possibly be?
If you weren't there to help, what would have happened to him?
He tries to shake the thought away. He needs to get stronger, to keep training. He needs to make his mentor proud.
Huh. Should he tell All Might about this?
