Side chapter - Statue and Survivor.

Crack. Thud.

This sound became so familiar to Miyamura Bonoga that he stopped blinking in surprise every time he heard it. After so many times, he already knew what would happen when he blinked.

Crack. Thud.

He no longer felt pain or cold. Come to think of it, he didn't feel anything, not even the wind on his skin.

The day he awakened his Quirk, he was ecstatic. After so many years in the ring, he finally got his Quirk - he was able to elude the police when that strange barrier disappeared - regeneration that took away almost all of his body's senses.

Once he left Ghou, he was able to find this place. An abandoned apartment in the same abandoned building. He was very lucky. . . Until his luck ran out.

Crack. Thud.

'Oh shit, I blinked again. Or did I? Wait, didn't this statue move even when I was looking at it? Does not matter.'

His neck snapped again under the arms of this strange statue. A Villain who could only move when you blinked. A strange Quirk according to Bonoga, but things have been much weirder in the modern world.

The statue stood on a strange tripod, its face painted with a strange paint. There was a mixture of blood and shit under its feet, which only added salt to the wound.

Crack. . . No thud.

This time, his regeneration worked faster than he fell to the ground.

"Okey, this is getting ridiculous. You come to my hideout, see you can't kill me and keep killing me?! Do you even have a brai-"

Crack. Thud.

He looked with hatred at the statue that continued to break his neck and got to his feet again. He refused to lie on the floor like a piece of shit and die again. He still had some sence of pride - even though now he felt oppressed.

He had already called for help and was sure that someone had called the police. He can only wait. Yes, just wait. . .

. . .

Crack.

Thud.

Get up.

Crack.

Thud.

Get up.

Crack.

Thud.

Get. Up.

Crack.

Thud.

Silence. . .

. . .

Crack.