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Chapter Three - Of Scars and A Painted Sunrise

   Sleeping on trains was easy, you're never alone and you're always moving. Which was the perfect setting for Izuku with his extroverted personality and overactive mind and body. It made it an ideal place to catch some z's especially since he'd taken this route so many times the scenery had probably managed to ingrain itself into the back of his eyelids.

   But sleeping in an apartment clearly made for two, all alone in a city. Everything seemed open and lively before eight o'clock in the evening when cars became more and more vacant on the roads as the clock ticked on.

   By the time the sun was long gone it was well past ten and people were either in their beds, at home awake, or in the center of town doing their nightly partying. There also was the setting of Christmas but let's not ever discuss that discord.

   Izuku wished deeply that he could be one of those people who was partying into the late hours of the deep blue night, but he was always busying himself with something or out of town. And never stuck around with the friends he'd made here to get invited out.

   Though he hoped that would change soon as he planned on staying put here.

   Though it was only because of a duo of parental units who nearly sawed his ears off telling him he needed to stop overworking himself, that he was an extrovert and extroverts were meant to socialize not stay hauled up in his bedroom, on train rides and neck deep in countless notes. He guessed he was just a weird extrovert, but Yagi and Inko just would never understand having the opportunity to find a cure for diseases that weren't yet curable after all the work he'd already put into his studies.

   He wanted to help others in all the possible ways he could but as his friends would say 'when are you going to help yourself then?'

   He actually wasn't sure how to answer that one. He'd never been asked to help himself, it was usually too selfish to do something like that by societal standards.

   But he supposed he should put his studies aside for one weekend and just enjoy the town he grew up in again.

   He'd try to enjoy it, if not for himself then for his loved ones.

   As the sun creeped up high in the morning sky Izuku began to wake up with sun beams leaking in through his blinds and onto his face. Kind of a rude awakening but it was nice. Warm and comfortable. Similar to the way a cat would sunbath in the rays of light that bled onto the floor of a kitchen.

   Lifting up the covers Izuku tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stretched largely. Giving a long sigh before he stood and headed to his small half kitchen.

   Popping some bread into the toaster, and then he put the kettle on.

   Leaning against the cool marble of the counter, Izuku stood and took in his quaint apartment. It felt empty without a companion, but it was better this way with all the studying and traveling. Izuku knew he wouldn't be able to hold a relationship with Shouto.

  It was too much weight to put on the dual haired male, worrying about anything in the book that could happen. Though the only thing that happened was that Izuku lost feelings and only gained them for his work and his studying.