"Last night, missing hero M/n was found at the league of villains base. Some say he ran away frightened and out of his normal mind. Others disagree that he physically and mentally injured formal teacher and pro hero, Eraser Head."

M/n huffed and harshly rubbed his arms up and down in attempts to seize the chills that ran across his arms. Ignoring the timid stares flashing around him, he pulled the black hood on his head lower. He wasn't about to be ratted out by some norms. The screams and terrified looks flashed and echoed throughout his mind. He was torn between feeling good or bad. Some sick part of him, enjoyed being in control, enjoyed harming, the other was disgusted. M/n felt the need to lean over and vomit, but he refused to look even more unstable than he already did.

Despite his predicament, and this feeling wasn't unusual, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He knew he was, he could feel their intense gaze, piercing into the back of his head. M/n scoffed and swiftly hid in a dark alley way, waiting for who ever was close behind him to pass by. Behind him. Too late.

A large hand covered his mouth and nose with a white rag, he struggled against the grip, but with no avail; let sleep over take him completely. The last thing he heard was the soft words of 'sorry'.

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The little boy swung quietly on the set of swings, focusing on the gentle sound of crickets and the bright stars that littered the sky. His small fist held the sides, the only real thing keeping him up straight. He whimpered attempting to ignore Mr. Lore who lingered by in the shadows. Desperately wanting the 'fake' figure to go away and stop harassing him. He shivered in fear hearing the sound of crunching leaves drown of the beat of chirps coming from the forest. He listening closely. A large hand covered his eyes, and he felt a hot breath brisk along his neck. A deep, nasty, chuckle. "Guess who..?"

"..please, stop."

-

"STOP!" M/n gasped, shooting up from whatever position he laid in before. Many hands grasped his shoulders and pushed him back down. He panted, and his unsteady breaths became more ragged and short spanned. "You're okay M/n! You're okay, It's okay. We are here.. shh.." M/n felt a cold rag drag across his forehead, calloused fingers cautiously rubbing his hand. His blurred vision cleared. M/n's heart slowed at the familiar faces in front of him. "Hey guys..."

Soft smiles followed in return.

"Prankit.. Jomei, Aka, Bashira." They grinned and roughly brought him into an embrace.

"What the fuck is up with people kidnapping me?" Bashira giggled nervously at the comment. "Yeah about that, we knew you would run off soooo..." M/n stifled a snort at that.