A/N; You meet a few more pro heroes

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You were able to leave the hospital but you had to be escorted out in a wheelchair. Your legs and feet were 100 percent fucked and you had to lay off of them for a few days. Thankfully when you called in for your boss he had seen the news and had graciously given you two weeks off with pay and it was going to be the best two weeks of your life if you can help it. You looked up and saw it was Manual who was escorting you. He felt your stare and looked down to give you a reassuring smile.

"I saw what you did! You were amazing. You truly are that woman's hero." You blinked up at him before giving him a soft smile and looking ahead of you. It was nice to be recognized by a pro hero even though technically you were wrong but you were morally right in the end.

"I'm sorry that they have you doing this. I'm pretty sure you have other things better to do." You heard a grunt stopping a bit before the two of you continued on your mini journey.

"Nonsense! You deserve the attention. You thought quickly on your feet and acted before any of us did. It was hella reckless but you should be proud. You never thought of maybe becoming a hero?" That question never bothered you considering society revolved around big strong heroes so it was weird when someone didn't want to be a hero.

"At one point I did but I decided that was something I just wasn't going to love. I don't like all the unnecessary paperwork, the strain, and mental illnesses that come with it especially if you're popular. No one ever thinks about that. They just assume that because you guys go and do your job every day you're fine when you may not be. Then not only do you have to deal with difficult villains you have to deal with having cameras and papers shoved in your face and all you can do is just smile. It's rude to deny it and it's unfortunate that it can ruin your status and the lower the status the less money you earn. It's a gamble and I shouldn't say this but the Hero Commission isn't all that great." You decided to stop there. You had just gotten a slap on the wrist from the chief of police you didn't want Manual ratting you out now. You waited for a few as he mulled over your words continuing your way to the car. He stopped before quickly taking his phone out and handing it to you.

"Put your number in. We can keep in touch if you want you to know I-" You stopped him by typing your number in with your name, handing it back to him

"You're going to have to text me so I can save your number-" You jumped at a ding and looked down to see a winky face. You looked up at manual who simply smirked with a wink before bidding you farewell. Once situated in the taxi you were on your way home when you got a phone call from the chief himself

"Hello Ms. L/N"

"Hello, Chief of Police sir." You figured you should get under his skin for giving you a heart attack earlier when you thought you were being arrested.

"Just call me Tsuragamae. Anyway, I called to inform you that you need to be careful. The fire was intentional and set by the father of those three children. He wanted them to die for some reason and now he is after you for doing what's right. We already put the mother and her children under police protection and I want to know if would you like the same for you." Of course, the devil worked over time and was doing his best to make you miserable. Might as well be compliant.

"Of course, that would be nice." Your heart hammered a bit considering you're not a pro or an expert in self-defense but you managed. You waited for him to relay the details to you and how you would be escorted by a pro from home to work or anywhere else for that matter until the man and his goons were captured.

"Of course, we don't know what he's capable of. Any man willing to burn his family alive is crazed and unpredictable. Different pro heroes will be in charge of you. No, they won't walk with you directly if you don't want to but they will be near and you will be in their vision at all times. Now, are there any questions?" You had none since he answered everything for you. "Have a nice day Ms.L/N please be safe."

"Will do Tsuragamae." You hung up remaining silent the rest of the ride. Once you stopped in front of your apartment building the driver helped you into your wheelchair bidding you goodnight. You stared up intimidated and feeling awkward in the wheelchair. "My feet and legs better hurry up and heal."

"It's not good to rush healing time." You let out a screech whipping around the best you can to see who the hell that was but your eyes widen at the disgruntled man in front of you. He looked young, wearing all black slouchy clothing with his capture weapon around his neck and long unkempt black hair. He looked apathetic and bored but that was just his character that made him him.

"Eraserhead?! Not going to lie never thought I would run into your nocturnal ass." You automatically shut your mouth looking anywhere but at him. Your eyes trailed to him when you heard a low laugh and saw he was sporting a slightly manic grin. Creepy but cute.

"I'm surprised I'm up too. I was just heading home when I saw you struggling." You blushed to rub your neck sheepishly. You were struggling but he didn't need to point it out. You turned back around trying to think of something to say when you felt yourself being pushed. Confused you looked up at Eraserhead who was looking ahead as he buzzed the two of you in.

"W-what?" You were speechless. You met another pro hero. Are you still high on morphine?

"I live here too so it was only logical to help you out." You remained quiet not one to argue when something makes sense. The two of you went into the elevator the doors closing "What floor?"

"Eleven." He let out a huff hearing the ping of eleven but no other floor hit. You glanced and saw only eleven was lighted up so you suspected he was going to do something and not go home like he said he was?

"We live on the same floor. Coincidence." You envied the man's monotone and the fact that his capture weapon and hair hid his face. Clueless to any of his emotions. Lucky. The rest of the ride was quiet. When you got to eleven he asked which door and he took you to the last one on the right. He waited for you to open the door before he rolled you inside standing outside your apartment door.

"Thank you, Eraserhead." You beamed at him and that's when it hit you. The Eraserhead just helped you and you had a conversation with him. Holy shit you needed his autograph "WAIT DON'T GO" You pushed yourself into your apartment grabbing your notebook and pen before going back to the front of the door where he was still standing there curiously aloof. "Can I get your autograph?" You held it out to him with a smile and you stood like that for a full minute while he scrutinized you. With a huff and roll of his eyes, he grabbed the book before signing his name and handing it back to you. You giggled waving goodbye to him before closing the door behind you. You waited until he walked away to let out a happy screech. You got his autograph! It was time to add his to your collection of hero autographs! You were missing a lot but you were determined to get everyone. You parked the wheelchair and decided to say fuck it and painfully make it to the couch. You hissed in pain and when you plopped down it felt like you had just finished running a mile. Breathing through your nose you opened the book to see how his handwriting looked. It was surprisingly neat and cursive the complete opposite of his appearance. Then right below his signature was digits and your eyes bugged out your head. THE ERASERHEAD GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER. Hell Nah this was way out of character, why would he do that? He didn't know who you were, right? This got to be a trick. Deciding to test it you grabbed your phone inputted the numbers and sent a message

"Say Red for Eraser" It wasn't the best thing to say but you needed to know if it was true

"Who is this?" Okay rude, he gave you his number and he acts like this

"You just gave me your number on paper." This better be him or so help you God you would knock on every apartment door on this floor until you found him.

"I don't give my number to strangers so try again" This motherfucker actually gave you a stranger's number. You were going to fight him when you see him next time.

"Pro Hero Eraserhead gave me his number after giving me his autograph inside of an apartment building" Damn it all to hell if this wasn't Eraserhead. This might blossom into a friendship like those cheesy teenage romance movies or it could be a villain tracking you ready to kidnap you. Both were exciting. Love or Death.

"Never heard of him" Oh my. Fuck it. You took a deep steadying breath ready to get up and get dressed to go find him when your phone pinged twice. Exasperated you opened it and what you saw made your blood boil and giggle at the same time. "Got you" It was Eraserhead and he sent you a picture of himself to prove it was the real deal. Rolling your eyes you texted a message back

"Fucker I was ready to find you and kick your ass." You sent a picture of yourself as well for him to save.

"Yeah right in a wheelchair? Don't think so" Just because he was right doesn't mean you're going to give him the satisfaction.

"Whatever, don't you got bad guys to tie up and eye drops to use you, red-eyed bastard?" You couldn't believe the shit you were sending him but, you weren't about to stop. He gave you comforting vibes yet was strict and uptight at the same time. Like he followed the rules of a hero society but gave a big fuck you to the Hero Commission and honestly you were ready to reciprocate that kind of energy.

"Yes, brat. I got to go through so I will text you later. Have a goodnight." You were put off by the abrupt end of the conversation but it was to be expected considering he is a pro.

"Goodnight, come back in one piece." You left it at that and decided to wash up and eat something before going to bed yourself. You had a long day and you were tired. Tomorrow was another day. "I wonder who my hero escort is going to be tomorrow." If only you knew how much of a surprise it was going to be.

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