Adapting is hard

Training

Six am that's what time he woke me.

His gear resting in his room. He dragged me to the beach. We worked till dawn then he told me to clean the beach by tomorrow night or he would hang me by my ankles.

So I rolled up my sleeves and I cleaned. Running trash back and forth I kept at it till the sun disappeared from sight. But I knew if I wanted to live I couldn't stop simply because I was tired. No that gets you killed.

And I didn't stop I worked all through the night. And when the sun came up over that horizon almost all the trash had been cleaned. All that remained was few piles and some things I couldn't lift.

I still had the day so I worked on an old truck successfully starting it I used it to haul the last of the trash to the dump.

I slumped over as slain walked down to me to see my progress.

"You look like shit did you sleep?" He asked smirking at me.

"No." I said closing my eyes.

"Good your learning." He said walking away.
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And just like that my training began. We started by building muscle. Then he taught me how to throw a knife.

After a month he started teaching me hand to hand combat. How to immobilize my opponent without a quirk.

Soon he wanted me to learn how to use a sword but I insisted on learning with a staff.

Slain wasn't the best teacher. He had no idea how to teach only show and let you figure it out. But lucky Izuku was a fast learner.

After a year and a half Izuku knew how to fight, bandage, shoot, and throw a knife with pin point accuracy.

Needless to say he was quite accomplished. For a sixteen year old that is.

The police started the search for Izuku his care taker said he ran when the hero commition came to ask him a few questions.

They found his blood. But after a few months his case along with many others went on the back burner. Never to be looked at again. He didn't exist now he was a ghost. A forgotten note in the bottom of your school bag.

And so at the end of that Year and a half Green shadow was born. And a new page was turned for Izuku.

He left stain just as everyone had done him. His teachers, best friend, father, mother, foster parent, UA. They all left him to rot in the mud. They didn't care.

That year made him bitter and angry. Not at the world just at himself. If he wasn't weak and if he hadn't whinnied so much maybe he would have seen this coming.

So now here he stands as the wind whipped around his green hood. He stood there a protector and watcher.

It was July summer time. People now had too much time in their hands and had no idea what to do with it.

Standing on the top of a high building he watched as people hurried home and kids played in open areas. Teenagers ran a muck trying to kill their boredom.

He watched as drunks stumbled out of bars. The hustle of the city loud in his ears. His green eyes searching alleys and ears scanning listening for a scream.

And as if his plea was heard a scream rang through the air. He jumped wind whipping wildly around him as he pulled a grappling hook from his belt shooting it.

Slowing his descent he tucked and rolled to soften the fall. Running across the roof top jumping in between two men and one women.

That night the police were called and two men beaten to pulp were rushed to the hospital as the mysterious vigilante was no where in sight.

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"MASA we've got another one!" Yelled the deputy as he passed the detectives office.

Sighing the detective rose from his seat and made his way into the conference room.

On the board was a list of all the vigilanties they had caught or were pursuing. Today a new name would be added to that list.

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Beep beeep beeep

"Argh shut up!" Izuku yelled slamming his hand down on the clock.

Getting up from his bed he walked to the bathroom. Stripping off his clothes he glanced up in the mirror eyes trailing over the bruises and small white lines that cover his chest.

Huffing he turned removing the rest of his clothes. Turing on the water he stepped in and shuttered as the ice cold water hit his shoulders. Only relaxing when the water turned hot.

Dripping a towel around his waist Izuku made his way to his closet. Grabbing a grey long sleeved shirt and blue ripped jeans he walked to his bed throwing them down.

After changing he made his way to the front door slipping on his red shoes he grabbed his keys ,wallet and phone. Walking out the door he made his way to the bus station.

Putting his head phones in he loads the bus staring out the window as he ventured farther into the city.

Ding

The bell chimed as a customer walked through the door. Lifting his head Izuku was met with a very tired Aizawa.

I smirked but lowered my head as he approached the counter.

"What can I get for you?" I said watching his expressions.

"Coffee black. Make it a Large double shot of caffeine." He said placing his money down on the counter.

"Alright coming right up." I said Turning to make the drinks.

As customers came and went Izuku just stares out the window. Waiting for his shift to end.

As the clock strikes four o'clock he smiles and walked to the back. Just as his coworker comes running in he punches his card almost running straight into Izuku.

I watched as he ran around like an idiot trying to get to the counter. I shrugged at his miserable display before punching my own card and heading to my second job across town.

I walked through the double doors being greeted with the sweet scents of food. My stomach growled as I changed into my waiter outfit.

I grabbed my apron and made my way out to the main floor.

"Cover table 5 for me I can't handle them!" My work friend Remi whispered into my ear.

I smiled and greeting those at the table.
My eyes graze over the teens seated there. My smile wavering when I land on a familiar angry blond.

"What can I get you guys to drink?"

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