Sandman in MHA

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I'm hoping he won't tell the cops information regarding me.

Well, nevermind.

Yuta hummed in silence in his room when he noticed that he had to find somewhere safe and quiet for him to train.

He left the house wearing a red sweatshirt and black shorts in search of a hiding area where he could train without being discovered by anyone or a hero.

After arriving at the train station, he purchased his tickets, and after a short ride, he arrived in Hosu City.

He let out a breath as he departed from the train and headed off to find a suitable location for his training and vigilante operations.

He entered and discovered that it was a crowded area. He started to move independently while avoiding any obvious signs of curiosity. On a street, Yuta noticed a few men wearing suits and a loose shirt.

He slowed his pace, instincts kicking in. His mind ran through his options. The street was narrow, with no convenient side paths to slip away unnoticed. Turning back might draw attention, and walking through as if he hadn't seen them would be a gamble.

Yuta's grip on his bag tightened as he walked further into the street, the thugs' voices growing clearer. He could make out snippets of their conversation—rough, mocking tones punctuated by bursts of laughter that didn't quite reach their eyes. One of them leaned casually against a streetlamp, the dull light glinting off a knife he spun lazily in his hand. Another flicked a cigarette.

When two men stopped him, he swallowed some saliva and began to move alongside the street.

"Hey, brat! Why have you entered our territory?

Yuta was dumbfounded. "Huh?"

The man approached Yuta after lighting up the cigarette in his mouth. "Don't play dumb with me kid. What gang are you from or you trying to spy on us?"

Yuta let out a sigh and looked at the floor. "I'm just a random 17-year-old lad who is aimlessly exploring the beauty of Hosu City."

Whistling, one of the thugs took the lit cigarette out of his lips. "C'mon kid, we'll need your wallet if you don't want to get hurt."

Yuta stretched out his hands inside his pocket and brought out his wallet. "Here's my wallet."

On Yuta's body, the thug tossed his cigarette and snatched his wallet. "Let's see how much you've got kid. 100..200..250?"

Yuta smirked when he saw how disappointed the thug was. "250 yen, that's the only cash I've got on me."

Upon snatching the wallet, the thug's head grew multiple veins. "Are you playing with us, brat? We might have to discipline you for stepping into our territory." 

Yuta scratched the back of his head and walked to the slim black thug who snatched his wallet. "Then, let's see what you guys can do."

"YOU BASTARD!!"

Yuta pivoted backwards to get some distance as he counted the thugs. "1…2..3..4..that's four."

It's gonna be fun.

The thugs attacked Yuta all at once as Yuta shooked his hands in his pockets to bring out his phone.

"In the middle of his situation, he pulls out his phone, underestimating us.." One of the thugs raged.

One of the thugs with black hair breaded backwards dashed towards Yuta as he activated his quirk which made his body sprout out poisonous plants. "You better be careful brat, coz you will die within minutes if these plants come into contact with your flesh because they are poisonous."

The thug clenched his fist and sent it flying towards Yuta who was concentrating on his phone. Yuta saw the fist approaching with a spiky plant which sprouted out the thug fist as Yuta ducked right on time to dodge the attack.

'That's close. Oh my God! This is funny and in the meantime interesting.' 

Yuta ducks while still pressing his phone and leaps backwards with a smirk. "Hello, I'll provide you the address immediately because I just discovered that four people were hurt, therefore this is an emergency.." 

The thug questioned Yuta when he found out that the brat was messing with them all this while. "Did you just call an ambulance? Disrespecting us!" 

Yuta pockets his phone immediately as he finishes giving the ambulance the current location he was in. 

They'll be here in a few minutes so I'll just wrap this up.

Yuta pivoted sideways as the thug with the plant quirk rushed at him as Yuta sent a sand fist that emerged from the ground and slammed the thug with the plant quirk to the floor making him out of the fight.

One down, three more. 

The thugs were confused. "Did that brat just take down Seiya in one shot? Looks like we underestimate this brat. Brat! Tell us, who're you and which gang are you working for?"

Yuta smirked. "I'm nobody and I don't work for nobody."

The three thugs activated their quirk, but as they try to attack at once, their leg sank into the floor. 

"Hm, what's this? I can't move. I'm sinking." The thug exclaimed.

"..um, really?" Yuta held back his laugh.

Yuta sent a powerful sand punch out of the ground, uppercutting all three of the thugs before they could notice.

Yuta left the unconscious goons behind and ran from the scene when he heard the ambulance's siren.

That was outstanding. However, it is unclear what they are saying regarding territory. Could that be yakuza or something?

Yuta became curious but he wasn't ready to investigate. After an hour of wandering the city, he came across an abandoned warehouse.

His footsteps halted as he caught sight of an abandoned warehouse tucked behind a row of covered buildings. The structure was worn, its metal siding faded and rusted, with shattered windows that seemed to have given up on shielding the interior from the elements. Yuta's heart raced as he peered through the cracked doors. This could work.

Pushing the doors open with a creak, he stepped inside, greeted by stale air and a sea of dust. Rays of sunlight pierced through the broken windows, illuminating cobwebs and forgotten crates stacked in corners. The spacious interior, despite its state of disrepair, had potential. He couldn't suppress a small grin; this could be his sanctuary, a place where he could learn more about his quirk.

He spent hours cleaning, wiping down surfaces, and tossing aside anything too damaged to salvage. By the time he was done, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his shirt clung to his body. The warehouse didn't look perfect, but it was functional. The wide, open space gave him the room he needed to practice without fear of damaging anything—or anyone.

He cleaned the sweats streaming down his face with his hoodie and continued to clean. He managed to get it clean with the help of the clone he created with his sand quirk. He let out a sigh when he glanced at the surroundings after cleaning for almost two hours.

As the sun began to set, casting an amber glow through the cracked windows, Yuta took a moment to breathe, his hands resting on his knees. He could already envision himself here tomorrow, testing his limits, refining his control. The thought both excited and terrified him. He had so much to learn, and the pressure to master his quirk felt heavier every day. But for the first time in a while, he felt like he had a place to focus entirely on himself.

It was fabulous, some chains and tires were at one corner of the warehouse, different types of tools were kept at a metal table close to the entrance. Yuta realized he might need some of these things for training..

Satisfied with his progress, Yuta locked the warehouse doors with an old chain he found lying around and made his way home. The walk was quiet, giving him time to plan tomorrow's training session. He'd start with the basics—creating precise shapes with sand and controlling the density of his constructs. Then, he'd move on to something more challenging, like creating defensive walls or launching projectiles with precision.

When he reached his apartment, the moon was already high in the sky. Yuta grabbed a quick meal and collapsed onto his bed, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids. Tomorrow, he thought, would be the start of something new. He had the warehouse, the determination, and the raw potential of his quirk. All he needed now was discipline. With that final thought, he drifted into a restless sleep..

The night passed slowly for Yuta. Though his body was tired, his mind raced with ideas for tomorrow's training. Each thought pushed him further away from rest. How could he improve his control? Should he focus on offense or defense? These questions circled in his head like a sandstorm, relentless and unyielding.

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