Mumen Rider in MHA

Kamino Ward – Afternoon

Wind stirred the plastic tarps over the rooftops.

Kamino was still standing—but barely. Cracks in the pavement, broken scaffolding, flickering streetlights. Satoru pedaled through it all, every push of the pedals sending a dull throb through his bandaged thigh.

He'd wrapped it himself this time. Sayaka would kill him if she saw it.

Again.

But Minato Base's morning update had rattled him. There were rumors. Dozens of villain cells shifting at once. Spotted in alleys. Loitering near city lines. None of them bold enough to strike—but they were watching.

Waiting.

Satoru had been assigned to his usual circuit, but something about the air made him go off-route.

He didn't know why.

---

He found Kana sitting on the stairs outside an abandoned bookstore.

She didn't look surprised to see him—just annoyed.

"You stalking me again?" she muttered.

He stopped his bike and shrugged.

"I'm on patrol. You're just in the way."

She scoffed, but didn't leave.

He didn't either.

They sat in silence for a while. The wind picked up. Paper wrappers blew across the street.

Satoru didn't look at her when he said:

"They say something's coming."

Kana's hands clenched on her knees. "Let them come."

"You don't mean that."

She didn't respond.

Eventually, she muttered, "What would you even do, if it was bad? If it was really bad?"

Satoru turned his head toward the street.

"The same thing I always do."

Kana exhaled slowly.

"…Stupid."

He smiled. "I know."

---

Later that evening, back at Minato Base, the air was thick with tension.

Pro heroes walked faster than usual. No one lingered in the break room. Emergency alerts blinked quietly on the big screen—minor incidents stacking one after the other.

Gran Torino arrived unannounced.

He stepped into the conference room with a sharp look and a coat that smelled of ash.

Satoru noticed the silence that followed him.

Torino's eyes met his for the first time since their odd conversation days ago.

He didn't smirk this time.

"You still riding?"

Satoru nodded. "Kamino's still breathing."

The old man clicked his tongue.

"Barely."

He didn't lecture. Didn't warn. Just stepped closer and looked him up and down.

"Kid like you… Deku would've idolized you, if he'd met you sooner."

Satoru blinked. "Deku?"

"Midoriya. Big heart. Bigger trouble. I trained him. He reminds me of you."

He didn't say more. But there was a weight in his words.

A quiet respect.

A deeper concern.

"Something's gonna break," Gran Torino said finally. "I don't know when. But it's close."

Then he walked out.

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Satoru left the base not long after.

He didn't go home. He didn't return to the flower shop. He just rode—slowly—down Kamino's half-lit streets.

Every window seemed darker tonight. Every shadow sharper.

He adjusted his helmet and pedaled harder, wind biting against his gloves.

"I'll be around," he whispered.

"If anything happens… I'll be here."