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Authors Note:
Without Midoriya in this story, Bakugo needs a reason to hate Síat, and what better way than to put that cannon event in there?
Today was going so well...
Síat finally found a restaurant with pictures of the food, and wasn't ordering completely blind. Kamo Nanban Udon was way better than Katsudon...
But it was on his way back to the junkyard that he spotted it.
A gathering of terrified civilians and pro heroes staring into dead end shopping district. And at the end of that alleyway...
"Is that sentient sewage... Eating a kid?" Síat glanced at the pro heroes.
「クソッ…！掴めねえ…！流動体は俺の“個性”じゃ拉致があかねえ！」 The biggest one grunted frantically, while gesturing at civilians to back up.
「あちこちで火災が起きてる！俺の“個性”じゃ中に入れない！誰か、消火を！」 The one who looked like some kind of armored wood woad had muttered back.
「すまん！こっちの手が離せん！通りの封鎖と消火で手一杯だ！」 That one from some guy dressed as a cartoon firefighter.
「だめ、これじゃ進めないわ！ニ車線以上ないと通れない！」 Now some giant woman he'd literally JUST seen shrink down on live TV not four days prior was struggling to get into the alley at full size.
「チッ…！他に適任の奴はいねえのか！？今はこれ以上の被害を出さないよう、包囲に専念するんだ！適した“個性”の奴が来るのを待つしかねえ！」 The big powerhouse again.
Síat was done. He bolted under the police line. "There's a kid dying over there, and you pro heroes are having CONGRESS‽"
「ちょっと待って！待って……今のって、俺たちがヤッてるのかって聞いてきたのか？」 The big one started to shout, but then looked confused and a little scandalized.
「今の、英語だったよね？ 外国人だよ。たぶん、何が起きているのか分かってないんだと思う！」 The wooden one replied.
But Síat was halfway across the center already.
Great, while they're busy having a chat and pissing their heroic panties, this kid's drowning in a river of sentient seaweed shits! "I'm coming kid, keep fighting for air..."
Blood surges out of Síat's palm.
A weapon won't work here, it's fluid, I'll only end up hurting the boy... I'm not used to his methods, but I think I gotta handle this like Vlad King. Surge my blood THROUGH the shitstack, and I can make it move where I want it to. But I have to brace my body, figure out a way to communicate that I'm going to pass out soon and someone needs to bring me a container to put it in.
「離れて……助けなんて……いらない……」 Síat couldn't understand him, of course, but he could hear the boy's strangled, fading consciousness.
His blood shot into the sludge.
The sludge quickly went from dirty green to a deep brown. It spoke. 「はあ？ ふざけんなよ！ それ血か？ このイカれたクソ野郎！」 and began slowing down.
The front of the sludge opened, and the little blonde boy fell out. 「この……バカ…… あと少しで、あいつを……」 He sounds unafraid... But nauseous... Yep, he just threw up. Forcing blood into the sludge villain also meant force-feeding some to the kid to pull out the sludge, and unfortunately, swallowing blood makes people queasy.
Speaking of nauseous, as the villain becomes rigid and immobile, Síat drops to a very pale knee. "SOMEONE GET ME A... Get me a tank... Before I... Pass out..."
"There's two kinds of people in this world when you boil it all down. You got your talkers and you got your doers. Most people are just talkers. All they got is talk. But when all's said and done, it is the doers who change the world. And when they do that, they change us. That's why we never forget them. So, which one are you? Do you just talk about it? Or do you stand up and do something about it? Because believe you me all the rest of it is just coffee house bullshit."
-David Della Rocco
Síat barely had the chance to register that the massive blonde man in civilian cargos and white T-shirt who brought the requested tank, a conveniently empty propane tank, was All Might, before his vision faded to black. "All Might... Took you long enough... Ngh..."
His last conscious thought was that the hand stopping his head from hitting the concrete was abnormally warm. Though as far as he knew, that could be the blood loss making his own body cold.