Wild Goose Chase

Chapter 7

Izuku's room was a mess.

He was so deeply bored.

He couldn't write in any of his notebooks anymore, since he got rid of all of them, and stomped all over the precarious work that he put most of his life into for no reason whatsoever.

Y'know, the causal problems.

Why was he at such a loss-?

Probably because he was very much bland and did nothing but nerd out most of the time.

His window ledge was conquered by potted plants, something he'd tried to do to feel less ,, plain-? He wasn't that great at it; considering he had managed to murder his cactus by the second day of owning it.

Safe to say, he only owned cactuses - and a small potted plant, small purple flowers attached to the greenery. It was just to spice up the blandness of it all, not saying he had anything against cactuses.

(For some reason, they reminded him of Bakugou. He knew why. It was pretty obvious.)

His back wall was littered with paintings of the iconic things people just seemed to paint universally, YouTube tutorials, obviously. His painting looked like shit, honestly. But then again, they looked better the more he attempted at pretending to be a creative king.

His mom had also tried to make him interesting in knitting, he just didn't think it was anything he wanted to involve himself with. He didn't want to upset his mother either, so that's why a pair of knitted gloves sat on his desk.

Izuku had tried to write a story too, but after writing a tragic romance story about a boiled egg losing its one true love, scrambled egg to the giant hole which is a mouth. He decided that he was just a bit of a weirdo, and yeah, maybe Kacchan was right in some of his words of 'wisdom.'

Izuku laid staring at the ceiling.

He had somehow carved a chair too during his time of boredom, it was sitting among the living room couches.

It didn't exactly deserve to be there, but they didn't know where else to put it.

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Shinsou had just met his favourite hero of all time.

Though, he was absolutely flabbergasted, he was also curious. You could also call it nosy if you'd like, he didn't care.

The man had been sitting on some random ass beach. Why-? .. who knows. Shinsou didn't know him personally, but it didn't really look like his scene. He seemed like the type to stay at home at all costs, just to avoid any social interaction, or any chance of it happening.

Anyway, getting off track. The thing that had really bewildered Shinsou was the stack of papers that he was just carrying around. They were all ruined, so he didn't really understand why he wanted them in the first place.

He had taken a peek, but it revealed literally nothing. It was just ashy, the white darkened, paragraphs of writing slightly blurred as if burned. Everything else he was oblivious to what exactly was going on.

Anyway, it wasn't his business.

Though, maybe it'd be fine to be nosy, since apparently, his quirk was so horrible that he'd probably use it to do stuff like that, since he's such an invasive nosy-

Shinsou hadn't even done his support item project. He had forgotten.

He definitely was not turning around now.