Grey (discontinued)

~ PART FORTY EIGHT ~

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

Hello! I'm not dead! And I'm not just saying that cause I tried to kms again. Cause I didn't this time.

PREVIOUSLY

I hardly ever have a hug, and from the closest thing I had to a father figure, the rare touch was even better. I felt better. It was strange, though. I always prided myself on not showing my emotions. That's why I put up a sarcastic, uncaring front when I was Grey. I didn't need help, I was tough. You needed to be tough when you lived on the streets.

-But I wasn't on the streets right now, so it didn't count. It didn't count. This would just stay between us.

"Are you okay now?" Aizawa slowly let go, so I did as well, regardless of how much I didn't want to.

"Yea- Yea, I'm fine. I- uh... I should go."

"Okay, just... just eat something when you get to wherever you're staying right now, please."

I paused, wiping my face and looking back at the three people. "Okay."

•••••••••

True to my word, I did indeed have a granola bar when I arrived back at my 'house'.

And I'm not even lying, so stfu.

When I had gotten back, it was already really late, so electing to hate myself in the morning, I threw on a jacket and stuffed a disposable face mask in my pocket just in case I ran into any danger.

Y'know

As you do.

I don't seek it out, I swear!

So anyways, I ended up just strolling around on the sidewalks watching the buildings and the lights as they flickered with life and the shadows of the people as they ran through their late diners or evening tasks.

It was overall quite peaceful, but when it reached around one in the morning, only the 24 hour places were still open and even then it was mostly just the cashiers and maybe one or two people. Glancing straight at one of the places; a gas station, I thought about the coins resting in my pocket.

Debating about whether I had enough for an energy drink, I ended up counting it and realizing that yea, I did have just enough.

So, like any sane person would do at one in the morning, I walked in carrying my designer eye bags and grabbed one of the 32oz cans before walking up to the cashier and pulling out my coins.

The guy behind the counter had purple hair and eye bags that could probably compete with Aizawa, so I briefly thought about if this was his kid or something. Maybe? I honestly don't know, it's been months since the... incident... which was the last time I'd been in their house, so they could have very well adopted a child in that time.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Ehh, probably not.

Anyways, I should stop staring at the guy before he calls the cops on me. I'm sure I look like a walking corpse right now. Or maybe I just look like a homeless child with an addiction to caffeine- which is not the point. Oh right I'm still staring at him.

I blinked and grabbed the change that he had set on the counter which I would assume was at least a minute ago, nodding my head in thanks and going out the glass door before poking a hole in the bottom and shotgunning the whole thing in one go.

Ahh, I just love traumatizing other kids my age. It's truly one of my favorite hobbies.

I made it back to my 'house' at about six in the morning and I was honestly surprised that I had gone a whole night without: A, stopping a crime, B, falling off a roof, C, running into Eraserhead, or D, getting arrested.

It was definitely a change of pace, though I couldn't help but feel it was a boring one. What is life if you're not knocking on death's door every once in a while. Or every day. Same difference.

That's besides the point, cause now I have school and I have a ton of money that I should have been spending on food the last couple years but haven't so let's go get another energy drink.

On my nighttime/early morning escapade, I had checked out a few places and found a gas station selling monsters for a dollar fifty, so now I'm about to run across town, buy multiple cans, shove them in my backpack, and go to school.

Then everyone will avoid me at all costs.

Nobody messes with the caffeine addict. Nobody. It's an unspoken rule that we just don't deal with anybody's shit.

>:)

And so, now I'm standing in front of UA high wondering where Nezu will stick me for class today.

Walking inside, I made my way up all the flights of stairs and arrived at Nezu's office door.

I knocked on the too big door and wasn't even surprised when it opened on its own when Nezu hadn't even moved a muscle.

"Welcome back Midoriya. I trust that you had a filling dinner last night?" He cocked an eyebrow at me in a way I didn't know his animalistic face could, and gave me an almost parental stare down.

I hummed in response.

"Good. You're with Yamada's class today. I apologize for being unable to school you myself at the moment, but I still have to go through a lot of paperwork for the first years. Background checks, looking into living conditions, ect. You know how it is."

Okay, sir, that felt extremely targeted.

"Can't have anyone slipping through unnoticed."

He looked me directly in the eyes and he didn't have to vocalize the 'else' for me to know it was there.

"Yes, Nezu-Sensei, that does make sense, though I'm sure if some of them have made it here they are perfectly fine, sir." I forced a smile before exiting the room and walking all the way back to the first floor where I had to go to the general education classroom, 1C.

Present Mic's classroom.

Looks as though I'll be doing regular curriculum work today. Can't be too bad.

Right?

Right..?

IM DYSLEXIC AND I CANT FUCKING SPELL AND I WROTE THIS IN HALF AN HOUR AND I LITERALLY HATE MYSELF.

HAVE A NICE DAY.

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