The hospital room was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. The injured hero lay in bed, bandages wrapped around his torso which did little to comfort the hero lying in bed. His wounds throbbed, but his mind was sharper than ever. A group of stern-looking police officers stood around him, notebooks in hand.
"You understand the importance of this matter, don't you?" one of the officers asked, adjusting his cap. "A student, an unlicensed individual, used his Quirk in battle. That is a direct violation of the law. We need you to identify him."
another officer added . "We are also tracking Stain, but unauthorized quirk use—"
"—is against the law, yes, I know," the hero cut him off. "But tell me, officer, if I were lying in an alley somewhere bleeding out, would it have been better for him to leave me there and let the Hero Killer finish the job? Would that have been preferable?"
The room fell silent.
"Look, I owe my life to that kid." the hero continued. "He took on Stain when no one else was around. And you want me to just hand him over so you can punish him for doing the right thing? Do you even hear yourselves?"
The officers exchanged uneasy glances, but the hero wasn't finished.
"Instead of trying to track him down, why not focus your energy on actually capturing Stain? He was severely injured by that kid, meaning he's vulnerable. If you put as much effort into finding Stain as you do in trying to pin this on someone who saved me, we wouldn't even be having this conversation."
One officer clenched his jaw. "Regardless, if you refuse to cooperate, it will be harder to control the narrative when this gets out."
The hero smirked, despite the pain. "Oh, I'm sorry—am I ruining the Pro Heroes' image by proving that a random student did what us all failed to do? Tough luck. My lips are sealed."
Defeated, the police withdrew, leaving the room in silence once more.
Meanwhile, at the Ryukyu Agency, Nejire Hado sat on a couch, rubbing her eyes with a huff. "Ugh! It still burns just thinking about it!" She crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks in frustration. "That guy, whoever he was, actually PEPPER SPRAYED me!"
Ryukyu sighed, leaning against her desk. "You did kind of attack him first."
"B-But that was a misunderstanding!" Nejire whined. "I was trying to help! And he just—just—sprayed me in the face and ran!"
Ryukyu took a sip of her tea. "Sounds like you're more interested in him than angry at him."
"No, I didn't. I mean, who takes on Stain like that and wins? And why was he even there? What's his story?" Nejire pouted before sighing, her frustration dimming. "Still…I feel bad. I want to apologize. He was just trying to help, and we almost got him in trouble. But when I find him, I'll also give him a piece of my mind for that pepper spray stunt!"
Ryukyu chuckled. "We'll see how that goes."
…
At U.A., Principal Nezu sat at his desk, fingers interlocked. Aizawa stood across from him, arms crossed.
"No leads?" Nezu asked, tilting his head.
Aizawa shook his head. "Nothing concrete. The only thing we know is that the student was from U.A., but with no clear face, it's impossible to pinpoint who it was."
Nezu sighed. "It's impressive that he left so few traces. A student who can take on Stain and remain unidentified… not bad."
"He did fight wit his quirk, according to the minimum information that the police got from the hero, it seems that both of them have almost the same quirk albeit the child has more experience using it or is it perhaps he knows too much about that quirk? The thing is when we look at our database…" Midnight sighed to which Nezu nodded and continued.
"Yes, there are no children in our midst who have such a quirk."
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "If he's one of ours, we'll find out eventually."
Everybody in the room nodded in agreement.
…
On the other side of the city, Karsten barely made it through the front door before his mother's panicked voice rang through the house. "KARSTEN!"
Before he could react, she rushed over, eyes filled with worry as she grabbed his face, inspecting his bruises and scratches. "What happened to you?! Who did this?!"
"Relax, Mom," Karsten muttered, trying to pull away. "I just got into a… minor altercation."
"Minor?!" she shrieked. "Look at you! You're bruised all over!"
His younger sister, Leisel, stood with her arms crossed, an unimpressed expression on her face. "You look like you lost a fight with a blender. Let me guess. You got your ass kicked by a random thug at the street?"
Karsten shot her a glare. "Excuse you, I held my own!" to which the girl let out a small chuckle before looking at the emptied pepper spray protruding in his pocket.
"Mhm. Sure. And let me guess, you used your 'self-defense kit'?" She smirked knowingly.
He huffed. "Yeah, and it worked graciously."
Leisel snorted. "That's so like you. Always fighting dirty."
However their mother was not amused. "Fighting dirty?! He should not be fighting at all." Elise, their mother placed her hands on her hips. "Start talking, young man."
With a sigh, Karsten explained everything—Stain, the fight, the misunderstanding with Nejire, and his escape. When he finished, his mother's face was a mix of anger and exasperation, while Leisel looked both entertained and impressed.
Silence.
Leisel blinked. "You fought a fucking killer and somehow won? Color me impressed."
"More like… I survived him. Barely."
Elise looked horrified. "You could have died, Karsten! What were you thinking?!"
"That if I didn't do something, the hero was going to die." Karsten replied simply.
Leisel let out a low whistle. "Damn not bad."
Karsten rolled his eyes. "Glad to know my near-death experience is so amusing."
Elise pulled him into a tight hug, voice shaking. "I don't care how noble your intentions were, I never want to see you come home like this again."
Karsten sighed but hugged her back. "I know, Mom."
Leisel leaned back, arms crossed her tone became serious for a moment. "You sure Stain won't come after you?"
"Pretty sure he has other things to worry about after what I put him through." Karsten smirked.
"Plus, he got a solid beating. He won't be in top shape anytime soon."
Before the conversation could continue, a notification rang on his mother's phone. She opened it and paled. "Oh no…"
Karsten raised an eyebrow. "What?"
His mother gulped. "Your sister found out."
Silence.
"How the hell did she even found-"
Then—
BZZZT BZZZT
Karsten's phone vibrated with an incoming call. He hesitantly answered.
"KARSTEN!" The voice of his eldest sister, Astrid Hikage, boomed through the speaker. "WHO TOUCHED YOU?! I'M FLYING TO JAPAN RIGHT NOW!"
"Wait, wait!" Karsten stammered. "I'm fine! Don't—"
"WHO. TOUCHED. YOU?"
"It's handled! I swear! DON'T COME HERE!"
"I'M ON MY WAY."
Click.
Karsten groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great. Now she's coming here."
Leisel snickered. "Rest in peace Hero Killer. You won't be missed. Anyways, You really pepper-sprayed Ryukyu's intern, Nejire-chan?"
"It was necessary."
She burst out laughing. "Oh, she's going to kill you."
…
Deep in the alleys, Stain limped through the shadows, his body aching, his breath ragged. Blood dripped from his wounds, and his vision blurred.
Still… he chuckled.
"That damn kid…" he muttered. "Cowardly little rat…"
The memory of the fight still burned in his mind—the electric shock, the searing pain of the pepper spray, and that godforsaken fart spray. Though he gotta give him the credit, although the way Karsten fight are somehow...dirty but still the way he utilize the things on his arsenal is something to be praised.
His fingers curled into a fist. "One way or another… we'll meet again. And when we do…" He grinned, his bloodstained teeth gleaming under the moonlight.
"He'll pay twofold."
His laughter echoed into the night—only to be interrupted by a bloody cough.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Hikage Karsten
Age: 14
Quirk Name: Quirk Mimicry
Description:
The user has the ability to temporarily copy and stack the quirks of any individual within a 500-meter radius. Quirks are copied automatically upon activation, regardless of visibility or physical contact, and can be used simultaneously or separately. However, the copied quirks can only be maintained for up to 5 minutes before they vanish, and the user cannot extend the duration or recopy the same quirk immediately after it fades which was 5 minutes. He can stack up to 5 quirks in total.
Type: Emitter
Height: 175 cm
Hair color: Dirty white
Eye color: Blue
Appearance: A child born from a German mother and a Japanese father. He has a somewhat round yet sharp angular jaw, framed with his somehow long and well maintained dirty white hair that covers his eyes casting dark shadows in his face which made people not see his face properly. His eyes are blue, which is the only redeeming quality he has. He can be described as an average looking child that everyone would ignore, basically a mob to be precise.
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P.S Yeah, sorry I took a long time on uploading this. My friend introduced a game to me, which is Elden Ring. I have heard of it many times but didn't tried it up until this past week. So instead of writing chapters and editing some plot for this fanfiction, I wasted the few little hours i have to play that game and oh boy bless the developers of FROMSOFTWARE for creating such masterpiece. I plan to grind it this upcoming days if i have a little free time so yeah.
P.S Monster Hunter Wilds had been released although I'm a bit sad that I can't play it due to my laptop not being able to handle the demanding specs that the MH wilds needs for it to run smoothly. *sigh* guess I'll grind MH worlds until I graduated from university and get a job then I'll buy a pc good enough for me to play the games that my current laptop can't handle. Anyways, next chapter would be a some sort of info dump :)