(Mic's POV)
"(Y/n)! Take him from the left! I'll take him from the right!" I shouted to my husband as we fought a huge criminal. The criminal had a sort of slime or sludge quirk. It was extremely difficult for me to fight him alone since my quirk would just liquify them more. (Y/n)'s quirk was more conducive to fighting a criminal like this. His quirk was called "Enlarge." Basically he could make anything larger with a maximum of 75x its normal size. His time limit was five minutes before the object shrank, and anything inside it would shrink too. That is the key right there. If he captured the criminal in a water bottle or something, the criminal would shrink and be able to be arrested.
"Okay!" He called back and took up his position. He was holding an old soda can and began to enlarge it quickly. He got to about 50x its original size then signaled for me to initiate my quirk.
I did as I was told and soon the criminal was nothing but a puddle of sludge. (Y/n) quickly moved the slime into the soda can with the help of a few police officers. Finally they were finished and the can shrank. He handed the can over to the officers and I pushed through the crowd to get to him.
We were both exhausted and started our slow walk home. (Y/n) was unusually quiet but I just figured it was because of his tiredness.
(Y/n's POV)
I didn't notice until I had handed the can over to the police but the criminal had cut my side. It was covered by my trench coat, however. I decided not to tell Mic because he would worry more. I figured that as soon as I got home I could clean it up, bandage it, and be good to go.
Anyway, I was quiet on the way back because I was trying to regulate my breathing and not throw up from the pain.
On the walk home, however, we ran into another low-level criminal. They must not have recognized who we were because they decided to mug us.
"Hold on darling, I got this," Mic said with a smirk. He activated his quirk but the criminal was hardly affected.
"No, I don't think he does, darling." The criminal said with a horrible smirk.
"W-what?" Mic said as he backed up pulling me with him. "Why didn't that work?"
"Can't you tell Mr. Voice hero? I have a turtle quirk. I have a lot of characteristics of a turtle, thick and durable skin, an affinity for water, and I can't hear high pitches. Thus, your quirk doesn't phase me at all." He explained.
Then, without any warning, he lunged forward and scratched Mic from his jaw, down his neck, and over his chest. The scratch ruined his directional speaker and it would be too dangerous to use his quirk without it. I could catch him in a bag if I had a moment to spare, but he lunged at Hizashi again, so I pulled Mic into an alleyway.
"Mic, we have to get you to a hospital, those are deep," I said looking at his chest. "I don't have enough time to enlarge a bag or anything to catch him so we have to run, can you run?" I asked.
He nodded and we stood up and ran out into the main streets that were empty. The night was falling, and fast so we had to get to the hospital soon.
Before we knew it the criminal stepped out from behind another building and smiled at us.
"I suppose you think this is a mugging or something don't you?" He said, but I barely heard him. I was trying to keep Mic behind me and find a way around the thug.
"You probably also think I am some sort of common criminal, hell, maybe even a thug, but you are wrong." He explained. I didn't hear much after that because I dodged down another alleyway and tried to get around him.
We sprinted a few more blocks before Mic grabbed my shoulder to stop me. I turned to see him staring at my side.
"You're hurt." He croaked out.
"Not now Hizashi!" I said but it was too late. The criminal had found us again but this time he had three other criminals with him. They all looked to have the same, or similar quirks to him.
We were backed into a corner I pulled out a plastic bag and tried enlarging it. Before I could, one of the men lunged out and ripped it to pieces.
"We have no quarrel with you, so why don't you just get out of our way?" The one who ripped the bag said. "We are here for the voice hero."
"Why? Why do you want Mic so bad?" I asked, stepping in front of him.
"He killed our parents. Him and his friend Eraserhead." Another one piped up.
I turned to look at mic who looked confused and terrified.
"Present Mic has never killed anyone! He protects this city and you should be thankful." I said taking a step forward. None of them even blinked.
"This is not your battle. Get out of the way and let the coward fight his own battle." The original criminal said. "I will not leave my husband to die alone, now tell me how he killed them!" I said trying to buy us some time.
"It was their negligence that killed them! The great Present Mic and Eraserhead were battling a villain again so my parents took us out to watch." The original criminal explained.
"You two were our favorite heroes. Neither of you had amazing quirks like All Might but you were still pros. We all looked up to you both more than anyone else." The second criminal explained.
"Then, during the fight, you activated your quirk." Said the third.
"And your 'cute' little apparatus there was broken. Your voice bounced off of everything, it hit cars, people, and buildings." The fourth one broke in for the first time. "A piece of a building broke off, and in the panic, it hit our parents who were trying to flee with us. We survived but we were left, orphans."
"So we grew up on the street. Robbing jewelry stores and stealing purses."
"We eventually got ourselves an apartment with a television. Guess who we saw on the television. "
"None other than the believed voice hero Present Mic."
"You had become a teacher at U.A. but were still patrolling the streets. Their one mistake was to interview you where you patrol."
" You see, we know every part of this dirty town so it was a matter of time before you showed up again and we could find you."
"And that is why we must ask you to step aside."
I stared at them as the anger began to boil deep in the pit of my stomach. You see, the one upside to my power is, I can enlarge anything, I touch, that means myself or even Mic.
I put my hand on my chest and quickly doubled, tripled, quadrupled, etc. in size.
The criminals stepped back not quite expecting this to happen. Once I was large enough I scooped up all four of them in my hand and Mic in the other.
I made my way to the hospital and placed Mic down in front of the entrance. Then I walked off to deliver the criminals to the police station. Just in time too because as soon as they were in custody I began to shrink back to my normal size.
Once I returned to my normal size I started back to the hospital. My mind wandered to what the criminals were talking about. You know, I should stop referring to them as criminals. I mean, yeah they hurt Mic but I can't blame them for their actions. Their parents died in a freak accident and they didn't know who to blame. They were just trying to process their grief, and let me tell you grief can change a person.
On my walk, it began to rain, of course. I pulled my collar up and hurried to the hospital. When I got into reception they told me that he would be out of the examination room soon, and I could take him home. I nodded and sat down placing a hand over the deep wound from earlier. I was trying to ignore it and decided to see if I could get some shut-eye.
I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes a nurse was shaking my shoulder.
"Mr. Yamada?" She asked and I nodded my head. "Okay, well, you can take Hizashi home soon but he alerted me to the fact that you may be injured as well. Judging by the blood on your hand, I think you should come with me."
I was too out of it to really argue with her so I got up and followed her to an examination room.
I was told to take off my jacket, and the top part of my uniform. I did as I was told and said the wound clearly for the first time. Let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight and I'm sure it was already becoming infected. I looked away and the nurse got to work.
About an hour and a half later I was allowed to leave the exam room and I saw Mic waiting for me. He had bandages covering what I supposed were stitched and he looked up once I entered the room. He smiled and stood up to greet me.
"You're a snitch you do know that right?" I said as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Oh, that's how it's gonna be? In that case, you are a stupidly reckless man who doesn't know how to take care of himself." He said matter-of-factly.
I rested my head on his good shoulder and kissed his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm glad you are okay, I thought they hit something vital based on that amount of blood." I said wrapping my arms around him.
"I'm sorry too, about what I said, not what I did."
"I know, you were looking out for me."
"Exactly, because I love you."
"I love you too. Now, can we go home?"
"Of course, let's go." He said as we walked out of the emergency room and made our way back home.
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A/n: #4! Hope ya'll liked this fic! See you tomorrow!