= Living in infamy = (Infamous Male Reader X BNHA)

Chapter 34: What We Leave Behind

(Y/N) POV

I've been in this new tent city for...maybe a week, or at least close to. I'm not really sure, since counting the days seems to just add to the stress. Something is always broken and needs fixing, like the old scrap walls or the shacks. Keeps my days busy, at least, so I don't start stressing out over the "what if's" about what could be going on back in Japan. One of the upsides about being a lone vigilante was that you didn't have to worry about other people. I don't have that benefit anymore. Thankfully this place doesn't have a lack of smoke or electricity, since they have some portable gas powered generators around. They're old too, so they're a source of both. At least I don't have to worry about my head feeling like it's in a vice.

Using electrokenesis, I clear out the flies and other such pests in the shacks, charging up my arms and waving them around to act like a bug zapper. I gotta admit, on nights like these, when the streetlights don't turn on, just sitting on top of the walls and seeing my arms arc with electricity, lashing out at nothing...it's kinda soothing, in a way. Makes me ask myself "How did I get here?", which...honestly I'm not sure how I did. Only recently did I get into Japan, even more recently was getting forced into UA. If I met myself only 3 short years ago, before I went to Japan, before The historic district incident, before I was alone, and I told him, the quirkless 15 year old that used a baton and some hard knuckle gloves as main weapons, that we would have not one, but 3 powers...

Well, first he wouldn't believe me. Second, he'd probably think I was some sort of shapeshifter villain that was trying to get into his head and he'd try to fight me, and third, I'd probably end up having to fight Cole, and considering how strong Cole was back then before he almost killed himself...

Well, I guess I'd be fine. Mostly, at least. Might get a few electrical burns and broken bones but it won't be nearly as bad as anything Izumi Goes through anytime she's in life threatening peril.

...or non-life threatening peril.

...Or just...not peril at all.

...

Weird thing is, she wins more often during arm wrestling. She might not look like it, but I've seen her without a shirt, AKA at summer camp when she only had a convenient strap of Fabric covering her...chest. God looking out for her there. Anyway, point is, she's ripped, and can probably carry me easier than I can carry her despite her being only like...

Was it 5'5" or...?

I don't know, I'm still not used to using centimeters to describe someone's height, I was born in America, come on.

Spencer: "Why you up here?"

I turn around to see spender walking up to me. Guess I shouldn't be surprised to see he's able to get up here, since he can just shoot himself up to places with ice and didn't help me the first time around cause he's a dick.

(Y/N): "It's a new trend among the kids nowadays, it's call Minding my own business."

Spencer: "I've seen teenagers. That's a load of bullshit."

(Y/N): "Damn. Forgot this place is a prime graffiti area...Shit, now I wish I had my cans and stencils."

Spencer: "Stencils?"

(Y/N): "Yeah. You know, big sheets of cardboard or something with holes in it that leave a design when you spray through them? I can just freehand stuff but I'm more comfortable using stencils."

Spencer: "You got any favorites?"

(Y/N): "Yeah. There's this one of a blue bird, like an eagle or hawk or something. It's kinda like my own personal logo, for lack of a better term."