Green Kitsune (mha)

chapter 4

Izuku POV

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I walk through the door of the main caravan, and let out a sigh. It would be problematic if a hero found out my identity.

I lay down on the bed I found in the beach; almost everything I have is trash others didn't want anymore. But it's good enough, and I don't mind the holes in the bed, or the table with one missing table leg.

With a sigh, I close my eyes, and go to the familiar course of pictures and memories that I call dreams. It isn't really a dreamland though, it could be better described as 'nightmares' than as 'dreams'.

Everytime I go there, I'm bombarded by memories of my childhood. More specifically, the 2 years of abuse I endured. I don't think 4 years is much, but it still gets to me in my sleep. I think that's the only time that I'm not numb; when I sleep.

When I sleep, I would always cry, and pray for it to stop. I would remember al the pain father put me through; all the burns, all the stab wounds, all the impacts of the whip father used... 

I would remember the fear I felt in the beginning, when he put me in the coffin. Would relive my sadness as it gets to me ones more, that my own dad doesn't care about me, that even my mom didn't have it in her to just continue to love me when she thought I was quirkless... 

And when I woke up, I would just patiently wait for the numbness to take over. And then a new day began...

Okay, I'm gonna stop now. I'm feeling kinda bad writing this...

Hizashi POV

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I was getting pizza at a local pizzeria when one of the servers looked me into the eyes, a confused look an his face.

''What's wrong kid?'' I ask. He seems to hesitate, as if deciding if it was a good idea to tell me. Than he looks at me and says:

''You're the Pro-Hero Present Mic, isn't it? You're patrol area and agency are almost at the other side of town. What are you doing here? I'd almost think you were on a ondercover mission, since you don't have your hair up in that signature look.''

Wow. I was impressed. He just figured that out, and it didn't seem to take him any effort. Like it was just a passing by thought that confused him. But I did have to make sure he didn't find out that I actually wás on a undercover mission.

''No, I'm not on a undercover mission,'' I chuckled, and made sure to look him in the eyes while doing that. ''I just live in this neighbourhood!'' ''Okay, what's your order, then?''

To say I was surprised was an understatement. We just had a whole conversation about whether I was on an undercover mission or not, and he just asked what I wanted?

''A pizza hawaii, please.'' He scribbled it down, and asked: ''If you life in this neighbourhood, why don't you come by some more? I'm sure our pizza is better than the pizza in The Illias!'' Guess he didn't drop the subject just yet. This was getting uncomfortable. I had no idea what The Illias was.

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Izuku POV

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I was getting suspicious. The answers Mr. Microphone gave me didn't make sence at all. Why would he live here? It would have made a lot more sence if the agency and house were around the same place.

So, I ask about The Illias, a local pizzeria only the ones who live here know. It's a very smal pizzeria, and highly praised by the ones who go there.