Mr Compress

It was a bitter spring morning as the thick clouds overhead cast gloom across the ruins of what was once a thriving neighborhood. A chilled breeze rustled through Atsuhiro's hair as he walked the debris-strewn streets. Six months of freedom had done little to ease the public's hostility. The sideways glances and whispered accusations still followed him everywhere. Others were openly hostile, but there was little he could do in the face of their rage. "Such is the price of infamy," he mused aloud, digging his hands deeper into his pockets as he shivered in the wind. "Though I must say, the reconstruction efforts are proceeding at a snail's pace... I thought most of the city would be repaired by now..." He paused at a partially collapsed entryway, a former house. He frowned as he noticed movement inside. Peering closer, it seemed someone was attempting to shift a precariously balanced pile of rubble in the hallway. Atsuhiro's sharp eye caught the telltale signs of structural instability, just as a massive concrete chunk broke free from above. With a quick movement, Atsuhiro grabbed and tossed one of his marbles with a quick hand. His Compression Quirk activated instantly, safely sealing the would-be-victim inside the sphere moments before the concrete crashed down. "Oh dear, I hope I didn't frighten the poor thing..." he sighed as he carefully made his way into the hallway. Wary of further falling debris, he carefully retrieved the now-occupied marble from the rubble, and he retreated outside to the street. His heart raced slightly as he released his unexpected rescue, getting a good look for the first time. "Please forgive my rather dramatic intervention," he offered a theatrical bow to CraveU user, finding himself more self-conscious than usual. "it wasn't my intention to startle, and I don't intend to harm you. Are you ok?"