Bauer

shady van

Izuku sat huddled in the closet, waiting. the moment he got out of that closet he would pack up and run. After a lot of thought, he decided on going to Dagobah beach. He'd be able to find some kind of shelter there, with all the trash piled on the shores. He'd have to rely on cafes to charge his electronics and the beach to clean himself off. The public water fountains would keep him hydrated, but he'd need money for food. I could steal. Shaking the thought out of his head, Izuku drifted back into his thoughts. He'd have to figure out food later, and right now he didn't have to worry about heating. He'd figure it out later.

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The closet door creaked open after a few more hours. Even so, Izuku made no move for the door. He waited until he heard his mom leave for work before finally bursting out. The first thing he did was get some food. He'd been cramped up in that closet for over 24 hours, and was no longer afraid of taking too much food, as he would no longer be there to receive a punishment for it. He made himself a sandwich and gulped down a glass of water, soothing his sore throat. After the meal, he got straight to work.

He changed into a grey t - shirt and black sweatpants, then slipped on his blue - grey hoodie. He opened his school bag and emptied it out completely, then packed it with another red shirt and sweatpants. He grabbed some tighter black cargo pants and a dark green hoodie with bunny ears. He packed them along with a reusable black face mask and some red ski goggles he found stuffed in the back of the storage closet. Finally, he grabbed some work gloves and stuffed it all into his bag. This would be his hero uniform. You're not a hero, you're a vigilante. No different from a villain. Sighing, he pushed the thought out of his head.

Izuku stood at his front door. He had 5,000 yen (about 50$ USD) stuffed in his pocket from his mothers wallet, and some canned food. His phone was in his other pocket with the charging cable in his bag. his analysis notebooks were stuffed wherever they fit, most in his hands. He had a reusable water bottle and a towel packed up as well. He didn't want to take much from his mother. Taking a deep but shaky breath, he opened the door and walked out, not looking back. The morning air was cold and dewy, it was around 6 in the morning. Izuku walked continuously, headed only to one place. Dagobah Beach.

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With a groan, Shinsou sat up and turned off his alarm. Was it already 6:30? As usual, he didn't get much sleep, and so his eyebags sat prominently darkened. Just like his fathers. He got up and headed downstairs to get some coffee. His dad sat already drinking some from a large mug looking half dead, and his pa playfully poked at his husband.

"Zashi, would you stop poking me." Shota glared, Hizashi jumping back with his hands in the air as mock surrender. Shinsou rolled his eyes and sat on the couch with his newly acquired mug of caffeine. Instantly he had two cats on him, Razzle and Missy. He sighed again and slouched into the couch a little more, relaxing a little before he'd have to get ready for school.

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To say he was anxious was an understatement. Izuku was on edge and his nerves were completely recked, jumping at every shadow. Maybe it was paranoia, but it felt like every shadow he saw was his mother coming to drag him back into the cold, dark closet he so often had nightmares about. He kept walking, and finally after an hour had made it to the beach. He let out a shaky breath of relief he didn't know he had been holding. He made it. His mother wasn't going to find him. She probably wouldn't even look for him. He started to move stuff around and dug out a small path towards the centre of the massive dump. Searching, there were a few things that could work as a makeshift shelter. An older industrial fridge, a pile made of planks from some nearby appliances, or an older car, although it was flipped over on its back and crushed. None of them seemed like very good options.

He kept digging, and eventually he came across an emptier area resembling that of a clearing. And there, sitting at the back of the opening, was an old, rusty orange van, with most its windows and doors still intact. Izuku smiled. This, he thought, this I can work with. And so, he spent the rest of the day cleaning up the van. He made a trip to the closest convenience store, buying a couple bottles of bleach to disinfect the van with. He also grabbed a small medical kit, thinking of the injuries he'll probably be getting soon. Not looking forward to that.

Izuku got to work, scrubbing down the van and surrounding area with the bleach. He pulled out the seats in the front and completely redid the inside. He repaired the seats and laid them out at the back like a bed. He placed his bag inside and unloaded some of his stuff, then covered the broken front window with some planks he found off to the side of the pile. He repaired the hinge on the sliding door that faced the open space, and loosely added some more boards here and there to reinforce the van.

By the time he was done, he was panting and laying in the sand, tired and sweating. He was going to have to work on his stamina. After a couple minutes, he sat up and looked at his phone. 4:27. He stood and walked towards the now clean but rusting orange van, heading inside. He was honestly pretty tired, both mentally and physically. He opened the door and headed inside. Sleep - that's what he needed. Sleep.

He'd worry about everything else in the morning.

A/N Word count - 1015

Hey guys! Sorry for the shorter chapter. But woo! He left! Things can only get better from here, right? Kekeke...
Also sorry for just like... Disappearing for a month lmao writers block, or more like the author is lazy.
~Inky