His Stalker (DekuBaku)

Part 40 {Final}

You should probably know, that Torin always kept a little red feather attached to an earring, he always wore it and even if his agency tried telling him to take it off, he simply refused. And that would be it. he also stopped wearing bandages over his blind eye, now just having his hair covering it as much as possible. People liked that for some reason.

The man approaching him was at least twice as big, but he was sweaty and looked drunk. He eyed Torin carefully, specifically the earring in his right ear, the one with Hawks's feather. He sat down across from Torin and ordered a beer for himself. For a few minutes they were silent. Torin shifted in his seat, not having said a word, the man still made him nervous for some reason. Maybe it was the way he was looking at the young girl on the stage, she was probably no more then twenty years of age.
"Do you.. Need something?" Torin looked around, there were plenty other booths for the man to sit in.

"How did you get that?" The man pointed at his earring, his voice loud and attracting more attention then Torin preferred.
"I don't think that's any of your concern." Torin stated, turning his head back to the girl on stage. He resisted flinching when her voice cracked. He pitied her somehow, her mom probably once told her she was good at singing and she believed it.
"We don't like heroes in this part of town mate." The man stated, taking a huge sip of his pound beer, it slowly trickled down from the side of his mouth into his beard.

"I'm not a hero." Torin stated carefully. Already reaching for a small knife hanging from his belt. People were now gathering around their booth.
"Then why do you wear that?" The man leaned back, revealing not much Torin couldn't've already guessed.

"I have my reasons, now can I just enjoy my Friday evening without being bothered by a fat fuck that doesn't know how to even shave properly?" Some of the crowd laughed, others just looked nervously at the other man.
"What did you just say to me boy?" Torin chuckled at what was probably meant to be insulting, did he really still look that young?

"Look man, I'm not in the mood for this, I've got a photoshoot early tomorrow and don't want a black eye next to an already blind one. Now please, let me enjoy my evening and drink my problems away." Again there were some laughs among the crowd, but most just looked nervous again.
Torin had been so caught up in insulting the man in front of him, he didn't notice the mans friends creeping up behind him. Two men now grabbed him by the arms and dragged him off the booth. They threw him onto the floor roughly.
"Shit-" He muttered, trying to peel himself off the sticky bar floor. the man that had approached him first crouched down in front of him, earning him an infuriated glare.
Suddenly, the music around them stopped. Torin frowned at it, looking around confused, he'd seen fights here before, but the music never really stopped, yeah it was turned down, but it was never fully quiet.

Now everything was quiet, the man's dark eyes turned wide in fear.
"Wha- What's going on?" Torin muttered standing up and rubbing the part of his nose that had hit the ground when he was being pushed down. It was bleeding he realized quickly.

He looked around, already readying his quirk (The tentacle one, he doesn't use the rest anymore) for a fight.
"The owner is here today.." Someone whispered from behind Torin, he looked around more and just then realized the lights at the stage were the only ones still on. The bulky man, now standing up in front of him grunted something that sounded like 'fuck this', and before anyone could do anything, he hit Torin.
Torin stumbled back and was about to hit back when a sharp voice broke the silence.

"Hey!" Torin stopped in his tracks, the tentacles that had come out of his back returned back to him. Loud thuds pierced the now seemingly even more quiet bar. Into the light of the stage came a ridiculously tall man. A set of wings dragging over the filthy floor. The crowd that had gathered around them made a path for the man to get to Torin and the dude that had attacked him. The lights were still off, throwing a large shadow over the mans face. Torin instinctively backed away. He could fight pretty good but this man was tall. At least two meters from Torin's view.
"Will one of you bloody morons explain what's happening here?" Torin did not. His mind immediately caught onto the males accent, it sounded almost royal. And to his luck, the man turned to him.