Point Zero MHA OC AU

Late Into The Night

"@ EZPZ u home yet? Or are the teachers giving u a hard time?"

"Bug boyyyyyy!!!! Where r u?"

"Hes probably asleep Will"

" ;_; mean Shitzu "

"Im tired and dont feel like calling right now. Sorry you two <3"

"Its fine. Take a nap"

"^^^ what Will said"

Andy stared at the phone as it buzzed a bit more, but he just let the messages ring out a bit more, hoping it would stop.

"Dion?" Andy called out and the phone responded with a vwoop.

"Turn off all notifications" he commanded and the phone responded with two beeps.

Metal scraps that were stored inside of his wardrobe, with large dollar store bins holding them together. He grabbed a shitty microwave oven that existed on top of the wardrobe along with some other random objects.

A blowtorch sat on the shelf of the window since it had no real place for itself. A wooden platform, warped by the elements, was hidden under his kid sized bed. It was tossed onto the fire escape to hide the metal bars so nothing will slip through.

He tossed the cooker, blowtorch, and box of scraps onto the platform before going back inside and to the fridge shoved under the shelves. He pulled out a small pack of oven pizza Will had managed to get into Japan. He never questioned his methods, yet it was funny to randomly receive shitty microwave meals banned in the area.

He tossed the microwave pizza into the oven and began cooking it. It may be horrible for him, and it's illegal for a reason, but for a quick meal to just simply consume while still tasting good was worth it.

He looked around for his screwdriver before realizing it was still on his bed. He reached his foot into the window to the tool and kicked it up to his hand with ease.

He wasn't sure what he was building, but whatever it was could always be melted down, sold, or turned into something else. It's not like he has anything else to do, and it's not like he can sleep either.

Sadly, to Andy's demise, the sun was already setting. It was a long day at school, and they warned that it would be. They didn't give an exact time, because when it would end would be completely random. Luckily, he can choose when he eats, so he doesn't have to worry about missing dinner.

He began working on something by molding and cutting the metal to fit his hand. Slowly, while he held out the blow torch he picked at the bandaid on his face. He peeled it off and tossed it into his small garbage disposal, for parts he had no use for. Eventually he began picking at the scab as well after his lips had been peeled into bleeding.

A knock on his bedroom door made him freeze in place. He stared at it until a voice spoke from behind it.

"Andromeda, can I come in?" His mom asked, but didn't wait before opening the door to peek inside. She made eye contact with him sitting on the fire escape and Andy's eyes went wide, "Oh, Andromeda, you are home!"

"Hey, mom" Andy remarked calmly. Her hair was matted in a tight bun, and oily enough for the U.S. to take interest. Her eyes were dark and baggy and her cheeks were a shade of drunken pink he's grown to recognize. The clothes she had worn for a week now were discolored and covered in wine stains and other foods that she never bothered to clean off.

"I saw you on TV. I told you everyone wont take kindly to your quirklessness." She leaned on the door frame, "I think this U.A. hero stuff is taking a toll on you. They're not going to let you be a hero."