Axis (old)

Chapter 1 (rewrite starts)

This is the start of my rewrite for this story. Hopefully you can start expecting longer updates, hope you enjoy!
And for the record I do not condone underage smoking.

The masked figure darted behind a building and disappeared without a trace.

Eraserhead sighed and continued the search.

A rather new vigilante was on the rise with growing popularity. They had little knowledge on him, besides the fact that he had a knack for witty puns in the notes he left for the police.

Izuku pulled of his mask and closed the window. He groaned as he lifted the loose fabric off the newest wound he got tonight.

It was a rather deep gash, the outside surrounded by bruising skin.

He grabbed the first aid kit from under his bed and prepped for stitches. The majority of his budget went to medical supplies and rent.

He clenched his teeth as muffled curses seeped out of his mouth. He finished and wrapped the fresh stitches in a breathable fabric.

He pulled on a loose t-shirt and some shorts, as well as some red high top converse. He grabbed his keys and wallet off the table and left his apartment. Through the door this time.

It was about 8:30am at this point, and he was headed to the convenience store to pick up the essentials.

The essentials:
2 lunchables
A sandwich
Some chips
Gauze
Hydrogen peroxide
Cat food

The cashier, an old woman named Sen, had owned the store for years. It was known as a place of comfort to everyone who lived in the area. Sen had met the boy about 2 years prior, noticing that he always seemed tired, and awfully skinny. She made a point to give him a free treat every time he came.

"Hi granny." The boy smiled gently.

"Hello dear, I have a special treat today. My son brought butter croissants from his bakery."

"Thanks granny." He said, handing the woman a debit card.

"Of course dear, you need to eat! Your so skinny. Will this be all?"  Sen responded, handing him a bag with his items, as well as a ziplock with two croissants.

"Can I get a pack of Marlboros?"

"When I see some ID maybe." The woman smirked.

"Can't get by you granny, thanks."

"Come again soon!"

Tsukauchi looked over the vigilante's file once again.

File #12
Real Name: Unknown
Alias: Axis
Age: Unknown
Quirk: Unknown
Sex: Unknown
Estimated height: 5.5 ft (166 cm)

"This is hopeless." The detective sighed, closing the file and tossing it gently to the side.

Eraserhead laid on the floor, seemingly asleep in a yellow sleeping bag of sorts.

Hizashi looked down in disappointment. "We have a bed ya' know. And it was expensive too."

Shota groaned and rolled over. "Didn't wanna wake you up."

"We'll get up and go lay down in the bed, I'll take care of Eri today. You look like death." Hizashi laughed.

Shota groaned again before getting up and zombie walking to their room, letting glorious sleep take over once again.

Izuku had walked over to the next town for cigarettes. Let's just say it was even sketchier there and he didn't even need a fake ID because the cashier couldn't care less.

When he walked in, no one was at the register. He jumped over the counter, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, and jumped back over, slamming down 7 bucks on the counter.

He felt bad about the habit, but he didn't have enough reason to stop. Granny got into him about it though, which made him feel even worse. But that caused more stress, which made him feel like smoking even more. He sighed, the small lighter clicking in his hand, a waft of smoke drifting off the end of the cigarette.

The warm glow lit up his face ever so slightly, illuminating his tanned skin, littered with subtle freckles and scars. His eyes a bright green, dark circles under them.

He stepped on the cigarette with a small fizzle, before making his way back to his apartment.

I hope you enjoyed! Some chapters will be longer than others, but I'm trying to focus a lot on detail and character development throughout the story. Any feedback is appreciated. :)
-Author