WARNING: This chapter contains brief mentions of substance use (weed); depictions of robbery, gore, death, and the deaths of children. If you aren't comfortable with these things please don't read further‼️
Introducing forEpisode Two 〃What Became Of The Sad Man And His Parade?〃
Nothing Is Gonna Be Okay ▬▬ Manato Shuzo
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Twenty Two. Male. He - Him. Straight. 6'0. Trying To Get By. Girl Dad. Working With Calloused Hands. Raging Voices. Black Tar Coffee. Apparitions In The Dark. Blood Soaked Tragedies. The 'Villian'.
( One Year Ago,, Saitama Japan )
"For the last four months we've seen a flux in the number of petty crimes," the reporter states," there have also been more incidents with villians using experimental quirk boosting drugs. What is it the commission has to say Mr. Takami?"
My face soured as the blonde guy started talking about all the measures that have been put in place for stated incidents to remain singular and the open investigative cases on the new drugs that started popping up on the market.
I'd never met the guy in person of course- what kind of dude would I have to be to even get close to the head of the HPSC?
Even so, for as long as I can remember I'd never liked Keigo Takami- as stupid as it sounds. There's something about him that makes this weird ghost-like burning sensation slice up my chest.
"Hey Shuzo!" Chika leaned out of the managers office, oil smudged on her tan cheek and her pale pink hair in a loose ponytail," your out in thirty!"
Shooting her back a thumbs up, I stuffed the rest of my veggies from my bento in my mouth. The clock up by the break room TV said it was nine twenty five and immediately I was hustling back into the shop. The space was loud even at this time of night, with a small team of tecs working on the cooling system of a Yaris.
Matty Kade and Pei were already underneath the kei truck that had come in at twelve for multiple broken parts. When I joined them, Matty glanced at me for only a moment before looking back at a piece of the fuel tank he's been fiddling with all day. Pei was singing to his radio under his breath but gave me a cheesy smile when I slid under the truck.
"Lucky bastard, I wish I got packed bento boxes for dinner," he grumbled with faux petulence. Rolling my eyes, I reached over to knock him in the forehead with my knuckles playfully.
