✒︎Sadly, all things come to an end... However, some Idiot ended too early and ended up in limbo at the same time as another teen who died. But he's clearly not as dumb as his fellow male as he picked a power above powers and became the strongest wit...
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A/N : This book is for fun so don't expect it to be regularly updated like my other books.
✒︎A tired male struggles to wake up from underneath the many astray clothing items and blankets.
His room A mess but a paradise for other fellow weebs as all the items that litter the floor is ramen rubbish or packaging trash from the giant statues that sit on the many shelves. The male easily awoke, his loud yawn leaves a stale feeling in his mouth and his hair a messy H/c. Grabbing their glasses that sit on the table, they walk towards the fridge for food.
"... Shit..."
He utters with a pained expression as sitting in the small fridge is the empty half-eaten lasagna his mother made 2 months ago. He quickly shuts the fridge door closed and rummages through the piles of clothes finding something that at least smelt decent. He ended up wearing a black shirt with the leaf village symbol on it in white, black ripped jeans, very worn Harry Potter Socks and a leather jacket he never knew he owned. He sprays himself down with deodorant and then Fabreeze as he knows damn well he smells disgusting without it. His hair clean from last nights cold shower, he only brushes it and his fringe like usual covers his eyes like an edge boy. He didn't mean for it to, he just hasn't been to the hairdressers for a while.
"I'm leaving."
He announces to the single flat and walks down the street in his leather creepers. He isn't used to looking like a punk, he usually wears his nerdy science shirts and blue jeans but those are all in a pile in the corner since he's been living in his pyjamas. A paradise but also a living hell on his mental health. It seems all these stories start with the protagonist going out to buy snacks but our man is built differently.
He completely forgot the reason behind why he went outside and ended up in a clothes store out of pure absolute boredom. His fingers mess with his jacket buttons, the thread getting weaker and weaker. With a loud sigh, he decides to spend his money on a nice colour shirt package. They will probably most likely be used as pyjamas. Just as he pays and ignores the cashier's strange stares, the male's stomach growls into his ear. He's been sighing a lot recently, he thinks as he sighs again. A painful hit to the back of his head makes his glasses fall off and crack upon impact on hitting the floor. He winces and his e/c eyes look behind him only for him to freeze up at the sight of a gun.
"Get out of the way. Give me all the money in the Cash register."
The male calmly states but the clerk freezes up and starts to panic. Y/n decided to stay out of it, after all, it isn't his problem. He sits on the floor, hands on his head but the situation escalates as someone decided to be a hero today. An unknown male charges forward and grabs a hold of the armed man's hands and a scuffle starts. Y/n watches closely and stands up to escort the woman out of the shop.
"OI DON'T LEAVE!"
A loud bang echoes and Y/n looks down only to see a large bullet wound. Looking up he sees that the heroic male is pointing the shooter's wrist in this direction.
