Hurry Up and Wait
I have been having lots of Shou thoughts recently, and wanted to try my hand at writing him. I’ve also lately been really appreciating and admiring how kind Mob’s character is - it takes a really good person to forgive as easily and often as he does, and his kindness has a visible effect in the mp100 universe. I feel like maybe Shou could use some of that kindness.
Shou glared down at the sign sticking out of the building he perched on as though he was waiting for its response to a question.
Unsurprisingly, being an inanimate wooden sign, it was not forthcoming with any answers.
When the words “Spirits and Such” grew hard to see in the glare of the angry sunset and still showed no inclination to morph into a magical solution to his problems, Shou sighed. He sprawled back on the edge of the roof, staring up at the brilliantly orange and purple sky.
He was bored. He was frustrated. He was angry. And ultimately, he was indecisive, which was where most of the other feelings were stemming from. Every cell of his being was vibrating, telling him to go, to move, to do something. His plan to overthrow his father’s organization had failed, but thanks to a fluke, it had been overthrown just the same. However, instead of the satisfying end of his father’s ambitions and a reuniting of his family, Pops was now locked up somewhere in a high-security government facility. Shou needed to get reorganized, make new plans, and get started on enacting them.
But for the first time since he could remember, he didn’t know what to do. Every scheme he imagined failed to coalesce in his mind as he vacillated from one goal to the next. Should he go after his pops himself? Figure out a way to bust him out, while somehow securing a promise that he was done with his aspirations of grandeur? Or should he leave him to whatever government facility he was in, and to hell with him? He’d lost sight of his own self-appointed purpose in the world when he had failed to beat his father; if he was brutally honest with himself, it had severely shaken his confidence. He was tired of going and going, trying and trying, and not making any apparent difference.
And his emotions, instead of driving him with purpose as they once had, were now also tangling up his decision-making process, gunking up the cogs of his churning brain. As much as he hated to acknowledge it, he’d finally decided he needed to consult someone else on what to do next about the man he’d spent months planning to defeat, and then failed to do so so spectactularly.
He’d considered and then immediately discarded the idea of asking his mother. Serizawa, his second choice, was maybe not the most clear-headed when it came to his pops. Yet, Serizawa also knew his father better than almost any other adult Shou could talk to. And who knew; since he was at the office anyway, maybe that weird non-esper who was now Serizawa’s employer might have something interesting to say, too.
Now, if he could just convince himself that going in there and admitting he needed help was really the only option left to him-
“Suzuki-kun? What are you doing up here?”
Shou started, leaping to his feet. He wasn’t used to being the one snuck up on, and thoroughly did not appreciate it. He turned to face the direction the voice had come from.
Shigeo Kageyama peered back at him from beneath straight black bangs with an expression of mild curiosity.