The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 14.1.

(Sorry about the confusing title, it's a completely new chapter but I genuinely cannot be bothered to rename every single chapter name after this one to move them up slightly. This chapter is CANON to the book! It's basically chapter 15.)

Hands in pockets, hood pulled over my head, I walked through the red-light district, trying to draw the least amount of attention I could. I'd already changed out of my uniform which was now safely tucked away in my backpack, so that was a start.

"That'll be £9.26, please." The man at the counter grumbled, taking one look at my items before going back to his newspaper, not even bothering to check my ID. His shirt was stained with only God knows what, and I didn't want to stick around long enough to find out.

"Thanks." I muttered, dropping the change and taking the bottle of white rum, water, and a protein bar. A healthy, balanced meal, I know.

Now, from what I knew, all the teachers had to clear out at 7pm, and that was when the door was locked and the alarms were set. At least from what Assholezawa told me. According to my phone, it was 5:15. Still had a bit of time. I sat down on the curb outside the shop, making myself at home. Funny, for being homeless. The brown paper bag of my drink rustled as I took swig after swig. I had nothing left now, apart from school, so why the hell shouldn't I drown my sorrows?

"Woo, fuck." The drink burned my throat, although that had dissipated a little by this point. The world began to spin ever so slightly.

"You look lonely tonight, huh? Wanna come back with us?" Some guys jeered at me, standing over my frame.

"Fuck off, or die. Your choice, bro." I slurred, flicking out a pocketknife I kept in my sock for emergencies.

"Woah, didn't want any trouble, bitch..." Their voice grew quieter as they walked away; good choice. I fiddled with the knife in my hands, twirling it around.

"... Are you insane?" I rolled my eyes as hard as I physically could.

"Depends who you ask, Shittyzawa. You really don't let up do you?" I rolled my words a bit. My eyes were met with those of a scruffy pro-hero I knew all too well.

"You- you're sitting in front of some shady corner store in the red-light district, drunk off God know's what, and twirling a knife around?" I looked at him in mock thought.

"...Yup. Hit the nail on the head, buddy. Now, go back to your patrol. Run along now." I waved him away, taking another drink.

"First off, I'm taking this, because it's public underage drinking-" He took the bottle away from me.

"Aw- come on, man! Why can't you just leave me alone?! You're the one that told me to leave in the first place? Yet, you cant help but follow me around like a damn lost puppy." I furrowed my eyebrows in anger, lowering my tone. He sighed, thinking of what to do.

"Lucky for you, I can't really call your parents since you're not a minor. But I can arrest you for waving a weapon around. So, give me the knife." I let out an undignified snort.

"And what? Take away one of my only ways of protecting myself out here? Until I go home? You know damn well I'm only down to the one yo-yo." I put on a silly tone, making fun of him. Fuck this guy. I took out my protein bar, starting to munch down.

"Jesus, kid." He pinched the bridge of his nose. I simply continued to eat.

"What then?" I asked, after finishing my food.

"...Have you even eaten today? Apart from that protein bar?" Ah, so he'd switched back to being all caring. This guy was hot and cold.

"What does it matter to you? You lost the right to ask me that after I saw you in the hospital." I could physically see the guilt permeating from him.