It's pretty crazy the last season of MHA is going to be in 2025. I remember when I first started watching the anime when it released in 2015. The show was great and will always be one of my favorite animes.
What do you guys think of the MHA series? Are you excited for the finale in 2025!?
"Hanzo, come out, come out, wherever you are."
The ninja did not respond to the goading, doing his best to grit his teeth and bear with the shooting pain that made everything blur and change color. He gripped his gi like a lifeline, his ribs and torso throbbing as he tried to keep his breathing under control. He can handle this much. He has to. Anything is better than receiving ‘treatment’ from you.
"Hanzo~ My patience is wearing thin," you sang. Your voice echoed off the wall--you’re not close enough to catch him, not without getting some sort of head start. Maybe he can make it back to a hiding spot before you get your hands on him. "Hiding isn’t going to help either for you. I need you to stop wasting my time and come out~"
A bead of sweat rolls down his temple.
He’s very familiar with different methods of torture; his childhood had been very effective in teaching him how to cope. But your punches are not something he wants to subject himself to when he’s barely standing as it is--he’s not a reckless masochist like some of the other agents in Overwatch who take your ‘healing’ punches as a damn challenge.
You’re a quack doctor, that’s what you are.
“Hanzo~!”
A Shimada is afraid of no one, he told himself as he clenched his fists at his side. He took in a shaky breath and attempted to walk away. You shouldn’t be able to see him, hear him, or even know he’s there. Even injured, he’s sure he could get away with nary a clue.
Maybe his skills have deteriorated with Overwatch where he’s not running for his life on the daily, or maybe the injuries are making his steps a little heavy than usual, but his blood ran cold when he heard--felt--your presence change from something audible and obvious to almost nothing. Instinct told him to run, so he did, but you were quick (or maybe he’s just slow now).
“Gotcha!”
Hanzo barely managed to dodge a punch aimed right for his head, ducking underneath your arm. He felt your arm go by, catching just briefly against his ribbon, and was only thankful that you did not choose to follow-up your strike with an elbow.
However, that dodge took the last of his power from him.
He tumbled against a wall, barely able to support himself as his ribs protested fiercely against any further movement. Even his breathing became uninhibited, no longer steady and measured, but erratic. It gave him a burning headache and his vision swam with greens and whites and bits of blue that became even worse when he felt you put both hands against his shoulders and shove him downward.
His stomach lurched, and he gagged. If he were to throw up now, he sincerely hoped it would be all over your damn shoes.
Luckily for you, his stomach had nothing to offer, just a lot of queasiness that forced Hanzo to lie back against the wall, barely able to catch his breath.
“What sort of idiot runs away from a doctor?” you tsk, kneeling down right beside him and caging him with one arm by his head.
"What sort of doctor punches people!?" he wheezed right back, hoping his voice was as threatening as he meant for it to be. Dark spots are already appearing at the corners of his vision.
Even Mercy and her cold, judgmental stare would be preferable to you.
You shrugged a shoulder casually, lifting a fist with a wry smile on his face (a smile that, in his delirium, he found strangely endearing). "This one."
He braced himself for the hit (and potential death)--it'll blow away the last of his consciousness, that's for sure. He only hoped that he could at least retain his dignity without yelling out in pain. If he knew he was going to die like this, he would have maybe made up with his brother, would have been honest with his feelings, maybe would’ve taken those therapy sessions that Mercy had referred him to, would have indulged in the last piece of cake in the kitchen. There’s nothing to it now, he supposes. He just didn’t realize just how many regrets he had until he had death (you, not Reaper) staring him down in the face with a fist.
However, instead of the blinding, destructive pain he expected, there was only a firm pressure on his upper chest and then just a bit more force that he couldn't help but groan at, his body protesting and writhing to get away from the gravity of something on him that steals the breath from him. That is short-lived, however, when the cool wash of familiar healing serum courses through him. The feeling is skin deep, but it slowly seeps itself down and down into his very core, lifting the jarring pain by minute increments.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, though you were no longer in clear focus.
The only thing he could force his mouth to say was, “You...didn’t punch me.”
You gave him an unreadable look, one that he could describe as a cross between deadpanned and amused, but he couldn’t be quite sure. His eyes are so heavy.
“I’m a doctor, not a monster.”
Somehow, that made sense to him and potentially safe with the knowledge that he was in no danger of getting punched into the next world, he surrendered himself to the darkness.
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