Izuku's Tangles

Escape

Izuku staggered behind Hitoshi, cradling his hair close. His eyes went about looking at everyone and everything that could mess it up. Hitoshi smiled sadly at him, wanting to press him more about how he was feeling. But he refused, pleasing Izuku.

Down the road, a crowd circled each other, heads hung low, murmuring. Izuku scurried away as fast as he could, not wanting to take any chances. He looked behind him when he was in the clear.

Hitoshi was on the outside, looking down a shoulder. Izuku panicked, tightening his hands around his hair. "Hitoshi," he hissed, tapping the ground. "C'mon, let's go!" He wanted to yell out and demand Hitoshi leave them and go, but he couldn't. If he did, it would draw the attention of the group. His heart flying a minute, he stepped back. If he lays low and waits for Hitoshi, he'll be out of the greenlight.

Izuku spent only one second looking around to find cover. A brick building casts a shadow among wooden ones, making a passageway between the two. Izuku shot towards it, racing down it. The shallow cast was a perfect shelter and disguise for him.

Izuku sighed in relief, leaning against the brick wall. He took time to meditate and relax his heart from beating a mile a minute. He dropped his hair to the safety of the shadows, giving his arms some much-needed rest.

"Wow, you must be the green-haired boy on Twitter."

Izuku yelled, "Eep!" He pushes himself off the wall and lands on his knees. Tears threatened to fall from the blossoming pain. "Go away!" Izuku scratched his hands as he scrambled away, the girl coming closer.

The girl didn't seem to notice his panic as she smiled wider and stepped forward until Izuku hit a dead end. Izuku gasped and jerked his head to the side, proving that he was stuck. The girl stopped in front of him, crouching down. She had brown hair, green eyes, and red lips. It was odd how red they were, causing Izuku to chuck it up as the girl's body. "I never see guys with long hair, they have like short hair, not long. Can I take a picture? No! Better yet, can I touch it? It must be very soft! Maybe like freshly grown grass!."

"No!" Izuku yelled, collecting his hair in his arms. "It's mine! I need it!"

"Oh c'mon, just one touch. Please? I'll even pay you!" The girl kneeled as she pulled out the same object Hitoshi had pulled out when paying for breakfast. Izuku shook his head, "No! I don't need your money. I want you to leave."

The girl creased her eyebrows. Her mouth opened and-

"What are you doing to him?" A concerned and panicked voice stopped the girl from talking. Izuku smiled happily, "Hitoshi!"

The girl sent him a glare, making Izuku curl in on himself. "You know him?"

"Yes..." Izuku murmured.

"How does a freak like him know someone as cute as you?" The girl pointed at Hitoshi, the wrath flowing from her voice.

"We're friends," Hitoshi answered. Stepping closer, "now are you going to leave him alone?"

"No!' The girl shouted, shooting up from the ground. "I will-" Her voice flipped off at Hitoshi's glare. Izuku titled his head, What? She was fighting just a second ago.

"Why are you talking to him?"

The girl answered in a monotoned way, almost like how dad speaks when he is exhausted. "I saw him on Twitter and thought that he was adorable. Plus, he's such a mystery. A boy with extremely long hair, in a diner and in PJs, so cute. Like something you'd see in a movie. I saw him resting in the alleyway and thought it was the perfect time to get a photo and touch his hair."

Hitoshi shivered, his eyes twitching. "How popular is this Twitter post?"

"Not that popular. The person who posted it had taken it down because of," the girl pointed at Izuku, "his father."