#onoda sakamichi scenario

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

Hi! could I get a writing thing for Manami and Onoda protecting their s/o from bullies and getting beat up in the process? You're writing is really amazing by the way, I'm glad I found this blog!!

Aww, this is a ‘dorable request~Onoda Sakamichi was not the biggest or stronger person out there. Despite that, he still found himself in the middle of a total disaster. The only reason he intervened was because you were being bullied. It wasn’t that he didn’t try to help anyone else out normally, but this was different. You were pure and good; they didn’t deserve any negativity!Prior to this incident, you had said something roundabout about being bullied. While you hadn’t gone on to elaborate, even though he had asked, you did let something slipped. It seemed this was a daily occurrence. Unfortunately the two of you were not in the same class; otherwise, he would have done better to protect you. In a way, he felt like he let you down for not being able to stop it. That was why he did what he did today.Normally it was all verbal, but somehow with him intervening, it turned physical. Onoda was not a fighter. He did not know how to even fake a fight and he doubted Love Hime would help him in this instance. Even so, he defended you to a ‘t’ and made sure you didn’t get hit at all, even countering the verbal insults. The entire time the defiance never left his face. At every turn, regardless of how many times he was hit, bruised, and beaten, he never stopped looking up to them with the same look in his eyes that said ‘he would not back down’.  “Please, Sakamichi…stop. You’re getting so hurt.” You begged him to back down, that it was okay, but Onoda refused. He refused to let these bullies get away with this! Thankfully the bullies backed off when the third years had come to Onoda’s aid. Miki had seen what was going on and immediately ran to get Kinjou. Between the three of them, they were enough to make the bullies back down. Permanently. Kinjou was not going to have them hurting one of his kouhais, (the champion of the Inter High!) and his s/o.You were so overjoyed that they would never mess with you again, but also so upset that Onoda had to get hurt due to it. He was too pure for words. They took him to the infirmary to go get bandaged up. After the incident, somehow it had gotten around school that Onoda had single-handedly took on a group of bullies. Each time the rumor circled around, it had gotten more and more ridiculous. Naruko must have been behind it. He hadn’t even been there either!===During the weekend, Manami Sangaku liked to take you for casual bike ride around the town. Usually you insisted on packing a picnic and the two of you would look at a lot of the scenic places. It was fun! While on such a date, you gasped. “Oh no,” you said.“What is it, (name)?” Manami inquired, setting his bike gently against a nearby tree.“I forgot to bring drinks!” you replied sheepishly. “There’s a vending machine over here though. I’ll go grab us some.”“Actually, let me do it. You were nice enough to bring the food.” Manami replied with a grin, ruffling your hair. “Apple juice, right?” “Yeah!” You said with a laugh, starting to set up the blanket to prepare the picnic. As soon as Manami left to go grab the drinks, a few people walked over toward (name). They were some bullies that (name) had, had trouble with at school. For some reason they decided to start some trouble up. One kicked the picnic basket over with the prepared bentos while the other knocked over (name). “S-stop…please…I don’t know what beef you have with me.” Manami had seen the commotion on his way back over with the drinks, tucking them into his jacket pockets. He wasn’t a fighter, but he played enough video games back in his childhood to make him think he might be able to try out some moves. It was just basic physics and physical talent, right? He was lucky enough to pull off one move he had seen in a video game; albeit his execution was a little sloppy. “Please step away from (name).” He said calmly with a smile. “I’m on a date with them and we’re trying to enjoy ourselves.”Of course that got the attention turned toward him as the one person he kicked was trying to figure out what was up and what was down. “Please, Sangaku…let’s just take our stuff and go.” you begged, fear in your eyes. The look on Manami’s face said something completely different, however. He was challenging them. Manami wasn’t the type to start fights, but he’d certain butt in if someone he loved was in trouble and try to kick ass.Ultimately he got his butt relatively kicked. Manami didn’t mind; he got in a few good hits of his own, proving he was not someone to be messed with. All of the people involved in the fight looked bad, so that was good enough for him. It made his bruised ribs, black eye, and various other injuries well worth it. “Oh, Sangaku…” you cried, hugging on to him. “You’re so stupid, you know that? But thank you…I love you so much.”Manami grinned. “I love you too.”

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

Can I please have a scenario where onoda' best friend falls for manami?

Onoda Sakamichi and you had been friends for as long as you two could remember. Once you both entered high school, things became a little different. The two of you had different interests and different clubs you participated in; although, the one thing you both would never not love was Anime.Seldom did you get to see Onoda and it really bummed you out. You had learned he had made other friends in the biking club and you couldn’t be happier. Sometimes you insisted on tagging along on casual biking days with said friends. You weren’t the best biker there was, but damn did you try! The real reason you tried mostly was because Onoda had a close friend who was from a rival school and he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. The way he rode his bike reminded you of an angel and honestly that was such a weird comparison. You knew how irrational it was to develop feelings for Onoda’s friend…A FRIEND FROM A RIVAL SCHOOL. That thought kept repeating in your head and yet, here you were falling for him each and every time you saw him.It was slow at first. Each time you saw him, you felt shy or hyper-aware of yourself and how you spoke. Soon it was all encompassing and you fell hard. All you could think about was Manami and when you’d get to see him again.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

omg i'm so sorry!! yeah, Onoda getting rejected badly in general sounds great!!

RIP my heart, anon. Y U MAKE ME WRITE DIS???===

Despite not getting to realize his dreams of reviving the anime club, Onoda Sakamichi still managed to make life long friends in his cycling club and he even found a person or two in his other classes that liked anime. One in particular he had begun to develop feelings for - in fact, one could almost call it an infatuation. No matter what he would talk about, they would always end up in the conversation somehow. Just talking about them made him so happy and their friendship was even better.As it got to the point that he had been convinced (by Naruko no doubt) to confess to them. Saying it was easier than done. Onoda couldn’t even fathom asking this person out. How could he? He really liked them - like, liked them even! He just…Could he do such a thing?Mustering his courage, he finally did it. He poured all his feelings out into a confession letter. Now the hardest part: actually handing them the letter. Every time he saw them, he chickened out and instead just talked with them as if nothing was going on. It was their normal routine to talk about the different animes they watched over the weekend, the new and upcoming animes, and characters. It took him what felt like ages before he got the letter to them. Well, he didn’t actually personally hand the letter to them. He was too nervous. Instead, he left it in their locker. It seemed easier. Nerves seemed to be overwhelming him the rest of the week, wondering how they would reply. Onoda was constantly stuck between daydreaming about their relationship and the things they do and then being crippled by paralyzing fear. His other cycling club members tried to console him the best they could - Makishima being the worst. Only time would tell.Onoda had noticed that they had started to avoid him the more time went on and wondered if he had done or said something wrong. He couldn’t keep living like that and finally decided to confront them. It took almost all of his courage to do it. “A-ah, (Name),” his voice was shaking just as much as his hands. “Are-are you…avoiding me? Did I…say something…o-or do something wrong?”“Sakamichi-kun,” they said with a small smile, sighing. “No…and yes. I got your letter and I’ve been thinking about it a lot…” “Oh,” Onoda said.“I…don’t really like you like that. I never really did.” They began, scratching the side of their cheek. “Honestly, it’s flattering that you like me, I guess…but I just can’t reciprocate the same feelings. I don’t think we should be friends anymore either…” “W-why not…?” Onoda felt so horrible. It hurt so bad that they didn’t like him, but what struck the final blow was the fact that the person said they couldn’t even be friends. His chest ached and he clutched the fabric of his shirt, letting out shaky breaths. “Not even friends…anymore?”“Well,” they said, shrugging up their shoulders as they looked up to the ceiling, “I think you think I’m something I’m not…and that’s…How do I say this? Uhh,” they sighed loudly, “you think I’m this amazing person and you’re putting me up on the pedestal…it’s weird. I just thought it was fun to talk anime and whatever, but I didn’t want this…Please don’t talk to me anymore, Sakamichi. It’s embarrassing whenever you do that…”Oh. Onoda didn’t know how to process the information. They didn’t…want to be friends because of that? He wasn’t sure how to take it or even how to process it. When he loved people, he loved deeply and couldn’t help but elevate them up on a pedestal just because of how amazing they were. The fact that this person didn’t like that and got mad about it, he became very aware of how he talked to people and treated them. It was almost as if he was constantly walking on verbal eggshells. Everyone noticed and didn’t know how to help.He didn’t think he’d ever be the same after that.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

hi i was wondering if you could do the hiding injuries from s/o thing but as a writing thing this time? for Manami and Onoda please

Onoda Sakamichi had managed to injure himself when he had done some practice races with his other teammates. It wasn’t anything serious; he had sprained his wrist and earned himself some nice scrapes and cuts when he decided he wanted to see what pavement tasted like.He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell his you. You had a tendency to get super worried and he didn’t want to put you through that, so Onoda tried to hide his injuries. It was a bit harder to hide the scrapes and cuts, but a sprained wrist was easy if he didn’t wear the brace. That, in itself, got him yelled at by a concerned Imaizumi and Naruko. That idea was out.Decidedly trying to avoid you was kind of silly too since you both had lunch together. Onoda made his best effort to hide his injuries despite, calling off for lunch for a few days - at least until the scrapes and cuts had healed or were less noticeable. You were beginning to get antsy, thinking Onoda was hiding something from you. No matter how many times you texted him to meet, he always had an excuse.Part of you wondered if he was cheating on you. When you asked him, he said no, that he loved you. Yet it didn’t feel that way. One day, you decided to take matters into your own hands and track his ass down at school. He couldn’t avoid you today! As expected, you surprised him and you saw the brace on his arm and what looked like minor scratches and cuts. “Sakamichi!” You declared.“A-ah, (name)!” Onoda said nervously. “I’m so sorry I’ve been avoiding you!”“What’s the meaning of this?” You demanded, face red.“I…I got hurt and I didn’t want to worry you.” Onoda admitted, his own face turning red.That was great! Maybe not that he was hurt but the fact that he was being truthful: he really did love you. “But why? Why did you avoid me? I would have understood!” You retorted.“Because-” Onoda started, finally looking you in the eyes, “I didn’t want to worry you…” He said with a little smile, rubbing the back of his neck with his good hand. “I’m really sorry, (name). Please forgive me!”“Of course I will, Stupid.” You said with a sigh and kissed his cheek gently.===When Manai Sangaku had gotten himself injured riding alone, he did the only thing he thought was sensible with an extremely caring s/o: hide from you. He had it all planned out. He had to be out of school for a small, extended period of time anyway, so he’d pretend he’d be out of town for something. Then he’d ride the waves of healing.It made sense in his head, but he forgot a few crucial things. Where could he go without his parents, bike team, or teacher? He even failed to realize that his mom would talk. That was a serious blunder on his part. Even so, he did his best to stay home and avoid you, going with his original plan. His bike team understood and he asked them not to tell, though. At least they had his back.You were worried by the sudden ‘trip’ but didn’t question it. You trusted him and he even sent you some pictures. Odd ones, but they were believable enough, you guessed. The longer his ‘trip’ went on, you began to get worried. You asked him if everything was fine, to which Manami replied, ‘of course it is! don’t worry about me (name)’.It felt kind of cheap, in a way, to lie to you. Manami didn’t like this, but he also hated the look on your face whenever he got hurt. It broke his heart. He had been parading around his house in his super duper fancy leg cast, hating every minute of his imprisonment. It was the same as when he was sick as a kid and he couldn’t wait to go back to school. That was saying something.Unfortunately you had shown up at his front door and his mom had let you in. “I’m surprised you haven’t been by yet.” She said.“Me too.” You added.That tone in your voice...Manami wished he could have ran and hid; his leg prevented that at the moment. He was practically caught with his hand in the cookie jar, smiling sheepishly. “Oh, (name)…Funny to see you here.” He laughed.“Sangaku. Why did you lie to me about this? Toudou-san told me what happened.”Curse his senpai! “Um…well I always feel bad when you give me that look-” Manami paused. “Yeah, that one! Anyway, I feel bad when you give me that look you have on when I get hurt…so I thought–”“You could avoid me? Really?” You sighed.“My mistake. I shouldn’t have…” Manami said in all honesty. “I was starting to get bored here without your company. Forgive me?” He asked, holding his arms out for a hug, opening and closing his hands to gesture ‘come to me’.“Ugh, I guess just this once since you’re so cute.” You relented, giving in to his hug.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a scenario where Manami and Onoda discover their s/o cheated on them?

aww you rly like to break their hearts, don’t you?Meeting you was the best thing that had happened in Onoda Sakamichi’s life, next to making friends with everyone in the biking club. You were an extra ray of sunshine in his life. The two of you had been inseparable since you had begun dating. Now that he was in his third year, graduation was around the corner and Onoda was thinking about a lot of things: if he wanted to go to college, his future in biking, and you. His life with you. Marriage was something he had been contemplating for a while now. Every since you and him exchanged your first ‘I love yous’, he was smitten.It wasn’t until recently that you had begun to be distant and Onoda couldn’t figure out why. Maybe you just had a lot of graduation things to do? Your club wasn’t entirely as time-consuming as his, but he let you have your space. He knew it wasn’t healthy to spend every waking moment together. As time went on, he noticed you had begun to avoid him - or at least that was what it felt like. Your usual Friday plans were cancelled and while he thought nothing of that, it was the continuous amounts of cancellations that made him wonder if he had done something wrong.One day he decided to come over to your house unannounced to confront you. You had been ignoring his texts and calls, so he thought that he ought to ask firsthand if he had done something to wrong you. When he had shown up, you had looked shocked.“Sakamichi, ah - what are you doing here?” You asked nervously.“I just wanted to talk, (Name)” Onoda said with a sad smile. “I feel like I’ve done something to hurt you…or make you upset and I just want to find out what I had done to apologize and to make it better. I miss you…”Your heart was breaking. It felt like it was shattering into tiny pieces right then and there and you just smiled humorlessly. “You…you didn’t do anything, Sakamichi. It was me. I did something…” You managed to finish.“What do you–” before Onoda could finish, he heard a voice in the background.“How much longer for the cookies, Love?” the voice asked and instantly Onoda knew. His whole world came crashing down at once. So that is what you meant when you said you did something. “Nevermind,” Onoda said, smiling through his pain. His upper lip twitched and he could feel tears beginning to form. He blinked them away, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing him cry.“No, please…it isn’t…” You begged, looking back at the other person, then to Onoda.“Good bye, (Name)…” Onoda said and quickly walked off, unable to control his tears the further away he got. He ignored your pleas in the background as he began to sob.===Manami Sangaku and you had known each other since you were little. You, him, and Miyahara would all do stuff when Manami wasn’t sickly. Riding bikes was your favorite activity to do together. Often you and Miyahara would have to wait for Manami since he was a bit slower.Flash forward to high school and now he was a starter for one of the most notorious schools that had ever competed in the Inter High. It was around middle school that you and Manami had started dating. It was more fickle than anything. You were both kids. Now that you were in high school, you saw yourself more as adults and even though you always got back together after breaking up.Prior to the start of the InterHigh, Manami had wanted to make it even more official. Your relationship, that is. You and him were often on and off and he wanted to tell you that he wanted it permanently on and to actually date you properly. While he thought that technically you were already permanently dating or an actual couple, he wanted to be certain. He had texted you prior to meet you before your clubs. You were in some sort of weird club and the two of you weren’t in the same home room, so you had to meet up whenever you could. You hadn’t texted him back yet, so he wondered if you were in school today.Either way, he headed to your club room and that was when he found you standing there, kissing on someone else. Manami just stood there in utter disbelief. “(Name)?” He asked, wondering if he wasn’t looking at you but maybe your twin. Everyone had a twin somewhere, right?“Sangaku!” You jumped away from the other person. “Ah, I– let’s talk.” You said and excused yourself, before heading out of the room and closing the door.“I didn’t think we were really seriously dating…I mean we were always on and off.”“We always got back together, but that was when we were kids…” Manami explained. “We never really said we’d be dating other people…and we hadn’t officially broken up, so I thought we were a couple.” His voice sounded flat.“We didn’t make it official either!” You threw back, trying not to sound clearly embarrassed.“I thought we did…I guess it doesn’t matter much anyway, does it?” Manami retorted and sighed. “Enjoy your relationship, (Name).” It wasn’t meant to sound nasty; he genuinely hoped you were happy. He began to walk off, ignoring anything else you said. You needed time. He felt sad and weirdly heart broken. The two of you were always together and he didn’t think that’d change…so why did you?

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

hi there, nice blog!! Could I have Manami, Onoda, and Imaizumi getting seriously injured while cycling

ohhh, this will be fun to write! {tw: blood, pain, potential gore, cursing, suicide mention}

Imaizumi always pushed himself past his limits to obtain the best results. Neither rain or snow would ever stop him from at least getting in 5 kilometers. Ice was the only condition he’d never bike in. Snow was falling from the sky, barely sticking to the streets - it was just wet and slippery. The grass was dusted ever so slightly with patches of white and the streets were empty aside from an occasional passerby. It must have been the cold air that felt like it could rip right through your skin and steal the oxygen right from your lungs. That would make anyone sane stay inside. Anyone but him.As he passed the cityscape and headed further into the mountainous trails, he felt the wind beating against his body, causing him to hunch down more to protect his chest and lungs. His nose felt frozen, almost like it had fallen off. Twigs snapped from the side and his head shot up, unsure if it was just the wind felling one of the smaller trees. Something brown flashed past his peripheral vision.It wasn’t until seconds later he felt the collision. It was hard, smashing right into his ribs. He had no time to react. Both he, the bike, and whatever it was went windmilling into the air. His bike smashed against the ground, metal screeching as bike chain snapped and pedals were grinding against the guardrail some feet away. His body hit the ground hard, air being knocked from his lungs. As his body tumbled, he finally slid into a patch of snow. His helmet protected his head, but his brain still felt like he had been knocked around.Imaizumi managed to roll over, trying to take in a breath that wouldn’t come. His vision was blurred and body felt like it was on fire. Finally he took in a breath, gasping as he did so. Shooting up, he went to assess the situation. Immediately pain in his chest and ribs seized him, causing him to stop any sudden movements. His legs were covered in oozing, bloody scraps and lacerations. Blood was seeping through his top, back and arms feeling warm.He managed to look to the side, noting the thing that had hit him. It was a deer…a goddamn deer. It must have been spooked by something. He watched it push itself up, visibly looking fine but shaken. Then it pranced off as if nothing happened. “Hit and run…” He huffed, trying to find humor in all this. There was no humor though. His bike was fucked. His ribs were fucked. He probably had a concussion. “Fuck…” He breathed and just decided to lay there due to how dizzy and nauseous he felt, digging his phone out from his back pocket with great effort. The screen was cracked but it still worked. He called the one person he knew wouldn’t give him too much shit: Kinjou.======

The hills always called him. He loved the feeling of the freedom and that feeling that he got from reaching the peak, completely out of breath and drenched in sweat. The pain in his calves was a bonus. Manami had gone out with Toudou on a bright, sunny afternoon just to ‘bond’ as Toudou claimed. Manami just assumed that he liked company so he could share stories, talk about how cool he was, and “teach” him things.As the incline on the hill became steeper and steeper, the two of them changed gears and pressed on. It was a rather nice day. It wasn’t terribly hot like it had been the past few days and there was a slight breeze. The hills always knew how to help him along. “I’m going to press on further, Toudou-san. The wind is calling me.” Manami called from behind him, beginning to dance as he seemingly sped up the hill. He took a moment to spread his arms out, enjoying the way the air was hitting him. He noted something up ahead - something careening down the hill way too fast. While they usually did bike on public roads, the ones he chose seldom were driven on. The one thing turned into two. “Cars?!” There were two idiots racing down the hill in their flashy sports cars! He grabbed his handlebars, realizing he didn’t have much leeway to maneuver. Going between wasn’t an option, so he had to push himself to the left quickly. With the car swerving upon noticing him, he found himself out of options and ended up going over the guardrail. It was either that or being hit full on by the one car that was now slamming on its breaks - seconds too late, he might add.His body tumbled over down the hill. It wasn’t just a slight slope with a nice grassy patch; no, it was rocks, hard dirt, and several trees precariously placed around. His bike crashed into the first tree, denting the entire front frame and bending the front tire grotesquely to the side. He didn’t have time to really surmise the damage; he was busily trying to grab onto something, anything, to keep him from hitting anymore rocks. The first rock he hit, he thought he was lucky. His arm smashed into it, breaking a good bit of his fall. The arm was probably sprained or worse - the sickening snap told him it was the latter.His body tumbled (he wasn’t sure how many more times) before he managed to grab on to a tree branch with his good arm. His head was cloudy and his body felt numb from the many hits he had taken. He heard his name being screamed from the top. The voice sounded familiar. Toudou? He smiled humorlessly. It was nice to hear his concerned screams for some reason. He thought he heard a ‘hold on’, but honestly he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. If he let go, he knew he’d keep falling and hitting rocks until his body finally stopped.Mustering the last bit of his strength, he pulled himself up on to the tree (it almost felt like someone was helping to push him) and lay there. His eyes were glassy and he tried to remain conscious, but he knew that was a losing battle. Everything after that happened in slow motion - almost like it was segments of memories. He remembered seeing Toudou hovering over him. He spoke, but he couldn’t hear what he said and Manami knew he’d never been good at reading lips. Next he saw people - maybe medical professionals? They were leaning over him. After that, everything went black until he awoke in the hospital. From what he learned from the doctor, he had broken his arm in four places, sprained his ankle, and herniated his liver and small bowel. The surgery was a success and ultimately saved his life. If his friend hadn’t gotten him to a hospital when he did, he would have died from sepsis. Most of that Manami didn’t understand, but assumed it wasn’t good. Die usually wasn’t a good word to begin with.======Onoda was biking on his way to Akiba, his favorite weekend (or weekday) activity aside from hanging out with everyone from the bike club. Naruko, Imaizumi, and even Sugimoto (against Naruko’s wishes) was tagging along. For them it was practice but to Onoda, it was the best day ever. Once into the city, they had to mind the cars and street signs. They could still bike all out, they just had to heed the warning signs. At one point they had to pass by a small neighborhood, which was teeming with kids during certain times on the weekend. They would all gather by an empty lot and play games like kickball, basketball - basically whatever could get them out of the house to forget about homework and school. Today they were playing kickball. Onoda found himself glancing over, smiling toward the kids. Imaizumi and Naruko were up front, battling for first. Sugimoto was in between, humming to himself.Suddenly the kids shouted ‘woah’ and ‘great kick’! There were hoots and hollers until the ball hit Onoda square in the side of the face, causing him to lose control of his bike. It wasn’t that being hit by the kickball hurt. Maybe it stung his skin a bit. It was just surprising. Wrestling with the handlebars, he found himself drifting off into the road. ”Ah!” Finally opening his eyes, he found himself unfortunately face to face with a car that was desperately trying to slam on its breaks. The bike made a sickening sound colliding into the hood of the car. Thankfully Onoda hadn’t been on it. Out of all people, Sugimoto had rushed into action and tackled him down. The two of them rolled, nearly getting hit again. Aside from scrapes and bruises, they both could say they were okay. “Woah, that was so cool!” Onoda said, stars in his eyes from how cool Sugimoto was. “You were so fast and amazing!”“It was nothing, Onoda-kun. I’m an expert at quick movements, after all.” Sugimoto bragged.The two of them made their way over to where Onoda’s bike was embedded into the hood of the car. It looked like a really expensive sports car. There was no way he could afford that! “Onoda-kun!” Naruko rushed over, Imaizumi on his tail.“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Imaizumi said, mirroring Naruko’s actions. “That was so cool, Sugimoto.” Naruko said, clearly in awe. “Too bad about Onoda-kun’s bike though…” Sugimoto said. His eyes widened when he watched a man finally pull himself out of the car, looking disgruntled. The man in question had surveyed the damage and made a ‘tch’ noise.“Oi, you little shit…I just got this fucking car. What the fuck is wrong with you?” The man spat. “H-hey, it wasn’t his fault!” Sugimoto said. He shrunk when the man grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to his face. He reeked of alcohol. At this time of the day, that was bad. “Looked to me like the kid fucking steered into the road like a suicidal maniac.” The man sneered and tossed Sugimoto aside. Angrily he kicked the bike from his car and turned his attention to Onoda. Without thinking, he punched him square in the ribs.The punch caught him off guard, knocking him onto the ground hard. Wind was sucked from his lungs and his vision doubled. He gagged. Onoda clutched the fabric of his shirt, struggling to breathe. The man looked like he might strike him again and he pushed himself backward to the best of his ability.Instantly Imaizumi went to grab Onoda while Naruko kicked the man in the shin. The man was hella tall, what did one expect him to do? He then grabbed his and Imaizumi’s bikes. Sugimoto helped, bringing his along and went to go assist Imaizumi. The crowd gathered, snapping photos which made the man back off. Too many witnesses, they guessed.Finally when he could breath, Onoda began to cough up blood. His coughs were pained and his face was pale.“We need to get him to a hospital.” Sugimoto said, stating the obvious. The three then began to rush their friend to the closest hospital. Some weekend adventure this turned out to be…