haruka didn't notice the boy when he first began towards him, but when murai spoke, the villain's head jerked up. the sudden movement made a small gasp slip from his throat. his half-lidded eyes stayed on the hero-in-training's face until the boy kissed his forehead.
the black-haired teenager jerked away with a disgusted snort, but quickly calmed as his wounds began healing. who was this kid? if he knew recovery girl, he had to be a student at yuuei. this realization sent a cold wave of shock down his spine and he recoiled, on his feet in a flash. his not yet completely healed wounds protested and haruka flinched, a hand raising to a rather angry looking red spot on his side.
the remains of recovery girl's quirk had mostly healed him, closing the wounds but leaving red and raw skin in their place. the villain had half a mind to use an illusion to get away, but his twisting stomach's complaints told him it would be a bad idea. every muscle in his body complained against his movements, a yawn threatening to break free from his throat.
"hell was that, hero?" haruka hissed, his dull voice lacking it's usual venom. on any normal day, he'd attack first anf ask questions later, but exhaustion was making his thoughts slow and he knew his body would be even slower. nonetheless, he decided to threaten murai. "stay there, kid. you're from yuuei, yes?"