Try To Run...

Feeling like the walls are closing in on him, Mirio feels nauseous. Other patrons start to look at him, and some even start to head over in curiosity. All of their eyes glowing red, all of them looking more and more indecent. He closes his eyes and activates his quirk once more. This time he uses it to run straight through the wall and outside. He makes it into the alley next door before running to the street. Looking around, the thick fog blocks his vision of almost anything. "Where do I go?"

Then as he takes another step, his legs seemingly give out. He falls to the ground, barely able to throw his hands out to catch himself. His energy sapped from his body, allowing the corruption from Eri's bite to soothe his panicked mind.

He lays there in the street as his body starts to shift. Against his will, he can feel his strength returning to him. His skin pales as his muscles grow larger. Small points begin to show in his ears as his eyes change to match the creatures in the diner. "What... Did they... Do to me..." He groans and flips onto his back, panting as small fangs start to poke out of his mouth. He sucks in the cool air, feeling a shift inside him. A part of his soul dies, forever tainting the pure hearted hero to be.

For a few moments, Mirio lays there alone. But soon decides that he needs to get up and move. He hops to his feet with surprising ease and stretches, feeling much more limber. His vampiric eyes suddenly can see deeper into the fog, allowing him to see down the road. He looks back to the diner, and a thought in the back of his mind tells him to return there, that Eri and Nejire need him. Yet at the same time, he still feels the need to flee and get some help...