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Itsuka didn't like being asked for assistance for anything.
He just...didn’t like doing “favours” for people, because he felt like it you were going to do something, you should do it because one thought they should do it, not because someone asked you to and you felt you had to. Usually, when someone said something along the lines of:
“Meka-san, I was wondering if you cou-”
His brain was automatically set to nope out and stop reading/listening/etc and he would just sort of ignore whatever that person said. He knew people thought it was rude, but he was never exactly known for his charisma or “nice guy” factor, let’s be honest here. In his pro-hero years, his agency didn’t even bother selling him as a
good guy, per se, as that would have been a hard sell with his “Villain killer” reputation, but more someone who’s brute force could crush evil.
To be honest Itsuka didn’t give a damn what he looked like or how he seemed to others. As long as he could do what he wanted, needed to do, who needed to be “nice”? Did he need the approval of the general public to do what was right?
No
As long as his hands could protect the things he held dear, (there were not too many of those)
As long as his legs could spring to action when he needed to be somewhere, (which wasn’t very often, at least in his opinion)
As long as his eyes could see the threats he needed to see, and unleash his quirk in a multitude of colours when he wanted it to,
He didn’t really care for anything else.
So, as previously mentioned, Itsuka didn’t do favours. He was partially in retirement, afterall and even from a medical point of view, apparently he should be “taking it easy”. Advice he too gladly took due to his outlook to life.
However, it was really
unlike that villainous bastard to ask him for something. The redhead didn’t really go into much detail apart from the fact he wanted the ex Pro-hero to accompany him somewhere, but even if he gave the usual, silently snide response, he knew it had to be important.
Or maybe it was all a cowardly trap set up and Crimson Rook was going to show his true colours afterall.
Either way it didn’t matter, his now colleague mentioned something about his daughter, and he liked the kid enough to go to the agreed place, just in case the young girl was really in danger. It wasn’t her fault she had such an ass of a father, afterall. He’d do this one favour this time as payment for that mini tomato she ate for him when he went to the Shiba’s house for dinner last time.
Yes, he sometimes went over to Kosei’s place to check the poor girl wasn’t being...radicalised or something like that. Apart from the inforced feeding of various vegetables she was seeming to be being put through, (almost a top tier torture in Ituka’s books) she seemed healthy and well.
He was a little late, because he had to help get Ruffles, the cat owned by the old lady who lived downstairs out of a tree and so he had to resort to using his quirk to try and get to the place somewhat on time. It was a heavily industrial part of town, but the old dock side which was mainly disused buildings.
Wait, wasn’t this...where C.R used to have his hideout???
Okay, maybe this was a trap afterall.
Oh well.
Without activating his support gear, he still only had full use of his left leg, his right only stable enough to walk normally but he wasn’t doing too bad for someone with that handicap, hopping over the metal roofs dexterously, basically hopping on one leg, the other simply there to support as he traveled forwards.
He saw the flash of red of the other male’s hair and landed next to him, before dropping down, plopping himself down swiftly.
“...so what’s up, C.R…? Called me out to finally beat me?”...that sentence made sense to Itsuka, alright?