From Vinegar to wine

Atychiphobia

this has to be the longest chapter Ive done sorry for the wait but I'm a college student and computer science doesn't play around

Date: 9/8/2101 - 9/14/2101

Title: Long Ass Week

Day One -

It's been a couple hours since I left Akira, and apparently God has decided that I've been unfucked for too long. Even with a bike, getting out of Yokohama isn't gonna be easy. It takes maybe an hour of riding before the amount of heroes becomes too uncomfortable to ride though. The second I find a discrete enough alleyway, I ride in and get to work. First thing I do is put on some new clothing and a hat. My last one is covered in mud and blood. I really wish I could say new clothes make a new man, but my skin feels like Kirishima has been rubbing his hair on it for hours.

Locking my bike under a dumpster (thanks to Akira for buying a lock), I then ball up my old clothing in the left sleeve of my hoodie and place a backpack on that shoulder. It won't fool anyone if they get a real good look at me, but in life, one does not usually stare at random people's arms and try to figure out if they're real.

After my makeover, I walk to the closest manga cafe. To those that don't know, manga cafes might as well be homeless hotels in Japan. For like 1 dollar a day or something, you get a room, food, and bathing. Dropping the money to the counter, I give the girl at the front a quick nod before walking to the closest showers. Thank god they aren't occupied

Now this is the part that sucks. Taking a backpack strap and putting it in my mouth, I turn the water to hot, grab some soap, and begin to clean myself. Now, anyone that knew me when I was a kid knows I'm a crier. I'm not scared to say it. Jacob tried to beat it out of me, Bastion tried to beat it out of me, Roofy and Androgynous would... actually they either let me cry or tried to make me feel better. Back to the point, I cry when I'm frustrated or scared, but it's never stopped me from getting the job done, and I would love to see anyone clean out their own skin fissures and not cry like a little bitch.

"Uh, sir? Are you alright in there?" the lady on the front must have come to check on me. I guess that whimper was louder than I thought.

"Sorry, I stepped on something sharp," I reply, watching the bloody water go into the drain.

"Alright then. You got five more minutes, by the way," she replies, accompanied by the sound of her walking away.

The next five minutes could be described as a full body scrubbing with steel wool and then getting toweled off with sandpaper. I go through the process of cleaning my whole body. The water turns into all kinds of different colors as I pry away cracked skin and scrub off dried blood. Can't say that I feel better after leaving that shower, but I do feel cleaner. After that, I go to my room where I start to care for my wounds. Akira got me everything I needed.

The antibiotics, cream, and pills were the first things I used, and boy did they feel nice. I let out a sigh of relief as the itching burning feeling that had cursed me since I used grape skin finally died down. After wrapping myself up, I decide to work on a game plan. The bike is a short reprieve. As much as I love Akira, I assume he told the cops its brand and everything. So either I need to get as far away as possible before the bike is recognized, or hide out until the heat dies down. As much as I would love to stay, Endeavor's son is gonna be in this town soon, and I don't need another problem. I guess the only thing now is to figure out how to get the hell out of Yokohama.

Day 2 -

I leave the cafe early in the morning at around 5 am. Night heroes are about to go to bed, and earlier mourning heroes are still groggy. I'm feeling great personally, but I'm pretty sure that's because of the painkillers that I had before leaving. And for the first time since I've broken out of prison, I feel honestly prepared. While most of my food and medical supplies are in the cart on my bike, I make sure to stick a bag full of supplies on my back with a couple of smaller orbs so I don't lose it. I also sewed survival pockets into my current pants and put one of my camping knives in My phone had finally died, but I did manage to get a look at a map of the city before It did, so I at least know which way to go. Plan is basically to bike as far as I can till I get to a smaller town, or at least somewhere that doesn't have so many heroes around, then get on a train to Kobe. I have nothing else to write, so I'll continue if something happens.