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Aizawa dodges another whip that sails past him, the glow of it illuminating the dark alleyway. The trash can behind him explodes in a rain of wrappers and the remains of rotting food.
“Having a hard time getting close, Eraserhead?” The villain cackles with mocking glee; in their hands are twin whips, crackling with electricity dancing along their edges. “These whips hold up to 25,000 volts in them! You're in for quite a shock if they hit you!”
Aizawa had been on his normal patrol route, jumping and racing across the usual rooftops, when he had caught site of the villain trying to break into a corner store.
Without a moment's hesitation, he had descended from the rooftop, capture scarf in hand, to try and catch the villain off guard and to end it quickly, but the villain had dodged at the last second and had retaliated by pulling out their own weapon.
And so here he was, dodging through electric fucking whips in a narrow alley way behind a thrift store on a Tuesday night.
At first, he had suspected the whips to be electrically powered by the robber’s quirk, but his erasure had no effect on the current. Which meant the whips were probably just a normal, albeit still dangerous, battery powered weapon. What a pain.
Aizawa doesn’t grace the villain's quips with a response, instead focusing on trying to get close to the guy without getting hit. So far, the only thing he could do was touch the edge of the guy’s shirt before he had to dodge another attack from his side.
Dodging isn’t getting me any where. Their attacks are too intricate to weave through to get a proper shot in Aizawa thinks irritably, jumping back once again to avoid being hit.
He needed some direct action if he wanted to end this.
Steeling himself with his decision, Aizawa dodges one last time, skidding left and jumping off the wall, before pouncing forward - directly into the villain's range.
“You idiot, you’re fried!” The villain cries with glee. Twin whips meet at the middle, right where Aizawa is, but instead of backing away, Aizawa catches the whips as they connect at either side of him with a grunt, stopping them once and for all.
The feeling is instantaneous. The punishing force of the whips aside, the burning pain from the electricity and his spasming muscles makes him pause for a split second, face blank from the excruciating sting, but he doesn’t let go, bearing through the pain. The smell of burnt hair is in the air.
He looks right into the villain's satisfyingly shocked face through his goggles.
“How the fu-"
His pained grimace is like a grin. He can feel his face twitching. “You are really annoying.”
Aizawa buries his fist into the villain's face, knocking them out instantly. Finally.
Letting go of the whips and tossing the damn things behind him, he shakes his numbing hands to regain some feeling in them with an annoyed tsk. He's got enough experience with electrical quirks to know the tingling feeling won't go away for at least a couple hours. He might be used to the pains of his job, but damn if he ever got over his aversion for electrical attacks. They were seriously annoying.
He binds the unconscious villain up with a cutting of his scarf, perhaps tying their knots a bit tighter than usual out of spite. He can still smell the stench of his burnt hair; he could already hear the lecture from Hizashi about hair care.
After calling the police and making sure the binds will keep them there, lest they wake up before the authorities arrive, Aizawa shoots out his scarf to grab on the nearest roof gutter and flees the scene.
He already feels the soreness of his muscles setting in as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop, but he ignores it.
He has work to do.